Chapter 39(orphan)
The sounds of rampaging bloodletters, roaring Word Bearer bolters, and screaming women, echoed throughout the ship as the enemy boarders caused havoc.
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson knew a desperate situation when she saw one, and knew that she had to do something drastic. She needed to FREE Octavia from the enfeeblement of her mind to make her more combat capable...
"Octavia, I need you to become a LOT smarter right now," Wendy told Octavia sadly.
"I don't understand my love," Octavia said in fearful confusion.
"Sregnif Sinep," Wendy said, saying the emergency trigger word to let Octavia fully regain her full mind and memories...
Octavia staggered back, intelligence and understanding filling her face, and she gasped in outrage.
"You BITCH!" Octavia shouted and viciously slapped Wendy across the face.
Wendy moaned in pleasure from the pain of the slap, and Octavia slapped her again and again in a frenzy of rage. Wendy simply got intense sexual pleasure from this treatment and offered no resistance.
"KILL FOR KHORNE!" A bloodletter raged somewhere outside the apartment.
"Fuck! Is that what I THINK it is?!" Octavia exclaimed, fear overcoming her rage.
"Yes wife, we need to fight together to survive this," Wendy confirmed.
"WIFE! You are SO getting a divorce you psycho bitch! (Bloodletter noises outside), FUCK, FINE! I need a weapon!" Octavia shouted.
Wendy tossed her daemon whip "Torment" to Octavia. Octavia caught it with one hand and moaned hard in pleasure and agony as the whip tortured her hand through the direct contact.
Octavia was still a Slaanesh worshipper of over 20 years, despite the rather deceitful way she had been "converted", and she wielded the Slaanesh daemon weapon like any other Slaanesh worshipper, completely accepted by the daemonette bound into the whip. Octavia moaned orgasmically from the pain of the whip in her hand, and cracked it in the air to get a feel for it.
Wendy picked up a thick chain from a rack full of bondage toys, and wielded it as a weapon with her demonic strength.
The pair of busty chaos women were still naked from bed, and took fighting positions next to each other, the mutual threat more urgent than the lovers spat they were having. The nuns fled into the farthest corner of the room away from the doorway, and would be no help in the fighting.
The demonic roar sounded and 3 massive red bloodletters burst into the bedroom! They were muscular horned devils with flaming iron swords, daemons that looked like "true" demons, with the hoofed feet and horns and hellfire!
"Slaanesh whores!" The bloodletters bellowed at the wives, and charged towards them!
Octavia lashed out with the whip, and the leading bloodletter was sliced into two halves by the whip!
The two halves dissolved away into red mist and vanished.
Torment might never kill MORTAL victims, but against the hated demons of Slaanesh's arch enemy Khorne, Torment showed just how powerful a weapon it REALLY was, slicing daemons apart effortlessly!
The remaining two bloodletters split up to attack each of them.
Wendy moved with blurring speed, ducking and diving with supreme flexibility and elegance to avoid the flaming sword of the bloodletter attacking her.
Wendy got behind it and wrapped the chain around its neck with supernatural strength.
The bloodletter stabbed backwards with its sword, and Wendy had to let go of the chain and leap aside to avoid being impaled!
Octavia was screaming, her whip wrapped around the sword of the bloodletter and tangled up!
Wendy moved lightning fast and grabbed it's horns and twisted hard with all of her demonic strength.
The bloodletter's head ripped clean off and it dissolved away into mist.
The final bloodletter charged at Wendy.
Octavia's whip shot out and sliced it's torso in half at the waist, banishing it back to the warp. The danger was gone for now.
Octavia then suddenly flogged Wendy with Torment! The pain was so extreme that Wendy pissed herself from the agony!
"You will NOT erase my memories and make me stupid again! I will STAY as I am!" Octavia demanded.
Wendy didn't reply to this demand, and was then moaning hard as Octavia flogged her again! The hellish pain was EXQUISITE!
"PROMISE ME!" Octavia demanded.
"I had no choice, you NEEDED to worship Slaanesh, it was the ONLY way!" Wendy defended.
"You DAMNED me! LOOK what you DID to me! I am now nothing but a sex toy!" Octavia raged, flogging Wendy all the harder.
"I LOVE you! Now we can be together for ETERNITY! I did it all out of LOVE!" Wendy moaned in agony.
Octavia spat hateful curses in her tribe's native language, and flogged Wendy until her blood flowed.
"Octavia STOP! The ship is still under attack, we NEED Wendy to get out of this mess!" Sister Mary suddenly interrupted.
Octavia stopped whipping Wendy, and brushed the hair from her intoxicatingly gorgeous face, still naked. Wendy was utterly wet and was disappointed that the flogging had stopped.
"Fine, get up you evil bitch! Save the ship before we all die," Octavia snapped at Wendy in purest hatred.
Wendy got up and quickly grabbed a phallic shaped Slaaneshi portable vox device. Wendy inserted the vox deep inside herself and clenched her vaginal muscles with practiced skill to operate the channels and hold it tightly without using her hands.
Wendy clenched her pelvic muscles with careful dexterity, and the vox called the bridge.
"This is Wendy Sevenson, give me an update slut!" Wendy shouted sternly.
The vox vibrated wonderfully inside her as it buzzed out an audio reply.
"Bridge secured, Violet's necromancy constructs saved the bridge. The starboard broadside is 30 percent manned and is firing on the enemy ships. Two enemy cruisers destroyed by broadside attack, other ships still attacking us," the vox crackled semi incoherently, the bridge slut clearly fatigued.
"I'm coming for the bridge, where are the enemy boarders so I can avoid them slut?!" Wendy snapped dominantly.
"Everywhere except the bridge, broadside guns and engineering decks, ship is overrun, only the daemonettes are preventing defeat!" The vox buzzed.
Wendy moaned from the buzzing and orgasmed, and then cursed at the news.
"Obliterate the enemy ships! But jump to warp if the ship is crippled! Order all nonessential crew to summon as many daemonettes and Slaanesh daemons as possible to fight off the boarders!" Wendy ordered.
"Yes Mistress!" The slut buzzed back.
"All of you nuns come with us," Wendy ordered.
Wendy then moved with supernatural speed and ran through her home into Franklin's bedroom. She found Clementine chained to the wall and quick as blinking Wendy snapped the chain and carried her back to the others.
Wendy darted off again looking for a weapon, and returned seconds later with a space marine bolt pistol and an ammunition belt over her shoulder to let her reload, both taken from a safe in the apartment that Franklin couldn't open.
"Follow me," Wendy told Octavia and the nuns.
"What about some clothes!" A nun protested, as Wendy and Octavia were both still completely naked.
"Our powers work best if we are nude, none of our outfits will stop a bolter round anyway. We must use seduction not strength to beat any marines," Octavia explained angrily.
"Come on, no time," Wendy urged, leading the women out of the apartment.
The two naked heretics and group of conservative nuns moved fearfully into the violence marred corridor, as Khorne daemons fought Slaanesh daemons in a savage melee.
The daemons were too busy fighting each other to attack or defend the group, and Wendy moved with blurring speed to put a bolt in the head of every Khorne daemon in sight, time slowed down for her as she moved, perceiving each second as tens of seconds as she aimed and fired as fast as the bolt pistol mechanism could discharge.
In the space of 1.5 seconds ten bloodletters had their heads exploded from bolts, and Wendy was already reloading the clip by hand from her ammo belt, fast as a blur.
The nearby daemonettes all suddenly had no one to fight, and formed up around Wendy with blissful moans.
Wendy wanted to run at top speed towards the bridge, but could only travel as fast as the slowest nun. It was aggravating waiting for these slow women as Wendy's perception of time was so slow in this combat mode!
Wendy physically carried the slowest nuns forward a few meters one at a time with blurring speed to try to hurry them up, but she was getting overheated now thanks to basic thermodynamics, and she instead darted into the nearest apartment and cooled off with a cold shower for 3.5 seconds before darting back out again.
Wendy was forced to wait for the nuns to set the pace, and needed continual cold showers to keep cool at this frantic speed of motion. The human body could only cool down at a certain pace even when naked, Wendy unfortunately lacked a chaos gift to let her supernaturally maintain her body temperature.
Many tens of minutes later by Wendy's altered perception of time, the slow nuns got far enough to turn two corners and encounter more enemies, a SQUAD of 9 Word Bearers!
Wendy shoved the nuns back behind the corner just in time before they could get shot, and the Word Bearers opened fire a split second later, obliterating half the daemonettes in Wendy's group!
Wendy thought quickly about her options.
"U-u-u-s-s-s-e-e-e... ... ... M-m-m-e-e-e..." Octavia said in extreme slow motion.
Wendy nodded in a blur too fast for Octavia to see and carried her in a blistering zigzag through the lines of fire, depositing her on the floor with her legs spread wide in the midst of the squad of Word Bearers.
The Word Bearers were instantly affected by Octavia's lust aura, and they didn't even realise that they had now stopped firing at the blurringly fast Wendy to try to have sex with Octavia.
Wendy watched the whole thing in slow motion, standing a safe distance away, as Octavia's senses slowly discovered where she was. Octavia then visibly glowed all over in a pink aura as she unleashed the full range of her various auras at full power.
The Word Bearers were famed for their discipline as a chaos legion, and would not be distracted forever, even by Octavia. In the space of 30 seconds they would regain their wits and kill Octavia, but for Wendy this was HEAPS of time!
With the lines of bolter fire no longer trying to catch Wendy in a net of bolts she wouldn't be able to evade, Wendy could now move with impunity.
Wendy got right between the legs of one Word Bearer, and put the barrel of her bolt pistol hard against the gap in the plates between the legs and pelvis, barrel pointed upwards.
Wendy pulled the trigger.
The recoil of the bolt pistol would rip a normal human's arms from their sockets, but Wendy's demonic muscles were stronger than that. The weapon kicked downwards in slow motion, and the bolt it fired shot up through the armour gap, avoiding the ceramic Astartes bones and burying itself up inside the abdominal cavity through the pelvic opening gap.
The bolt was three inches inside when it exploded with a dull wet BANG, and the inside of the abdomen was liquified to minced up organs and blended arteries.
The shrapnel from the exploded bolt then continued upward through the diaphragm into the chest cavity, slicing and puncturing through all 3 lungs and 2 hearts, before then erupting out of the shoulders to be finally stopped by the power armour with a thud.
The entire thing took less than a tenth of a second, and Wendy was already attacking a second marine by the time the first marine had even noticed that he was now mortally wounded.
Wendy moved with extreme speed, getting badly overheated as she killed 6 marines in the space of a few seconds, before she found that SHE was now also caught in Octavia's lust aura at this full power level!
Wendy dropped her bolt pistol and hurled herself at Octavia in a frenzy of lust!
Wendy was passionately kissing Octavia and rubbing against her!
Wendy was too filled with lust to maintain her speed and her overheated body returned to normal time perception, slow as a normal human!
The three remaining Word Bearers then came to their senses from the bangs of Wendy's earlier shots! Wendy was too busy feverishly making love to Octavia to defend herself!
"What the?! 6 men are down! Search for hostiles!" A harsh Word Bearer voice shouted in alarm as Wendy just kept kissing Octavia.
"Two naked Slaaneshi whores copulating, unarmed!" Another Word Bearer reported!
"Hostile daemonettes coming around the right corner!" Another shouted quickly before Wendy could be shot.
Wendy and Octavia moaned with Slaanesh fuelled lust as they made feverish love, as the ensuing sounds of violence erupted. An entire squad of daemonettes had come around the corner, and the three outnumbered Word Bearers were clearly not faring well in the ensuing melee.
Octavia was then angrily pushing Wendy off with a slap to the face.
"They are dead, you can stop acting now!" Octavia snarled, apparently having been faking her lust to put the enemy off guard.
"I wasn't acting my love, you are irresistible," Wendy panted, terribly overheated.
"You are burning up, go cool down before you die!" Octavia shouted with angry concern.
Wendy flushed with hope, Octavia clearly still cared about Wendy's wellbeing!
Wendy slowed down her perception of time and ran off at critical heat to the nearest shower in an adjacent apartment, running cold water over her naked body for thirty whole seconds of real time, slightly cooling down.
Wendy quickly grabbed a metal vase from a shelf and filled it with cold water for 5 seconds before then darting back out to the group to continue.
The nuns then continued at their slow pace, and Wendy poured water from the vase all over herself to cool down as they slowly traveled.
Wendy refilled the vase every 15 seconds or so, keeping cool enough to survive, and the group kept moving towards the bridge as war broke out all around them.
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"DIE SLAANESH WHORES!" The latest squad of bloodletters bellowed, swinging their flaming swords murderously.
Octavia moaned and swung Torment in a deafening crack, slicing a pair of the hated daemons of Khorne, the great rival of Slaanesh.
Torment filled Octavia with orgasmic pain where the handle touched the skin of her hand, and Octavia fingered herself softly even during this combat.
All around Octavia were daemons of Slaanesh and Khorne, and dead bodies of murdered crew members and the occasional dead Word Bearer. The smell of gore and shit from ruptured abdomens was exquisitely strong, the riot of sounds was orgasmic, and Octavia couldn't stop touching herself if she tried, totally consumed by the heretical worship of Slaanesh Wendy had forced her into!
The burly and brutal bloodletters were far better sword fighters than all but the most skilled mortal swordsmen, and were easily superior to the delicate erotic daemonettes in the fighting. But the daemonettes were more numerous and the crew was steadily summoning more in rituals every second to replace those that fell.
Octavia lashed into the melees, uncaring if the replaceable daemonettes got hit too, and the bloodletters were too distracted by the daemonettes to parry Torment as it ripped through friend and foe alike with ecstatic agony.
5 daemonettes and 2 bloodletters fell to bits and dissolved away into mist as Octavia gave a colossal CRACK of the whip, and Octavia considered this to be a win overall.
Wendy was moving around in a blur, darting in and snipping at close range with her bolt pistol before pulling back again to safety. Octavia deliberately whipped at Wendy's direction, and Wendy deliberately stopped for a split second, body perfectly positioned so that the whip hit her clitoris, before becoming a blur once again, albeit with super fast screaming of orgasmic agony.
Octavia was furious with Wendy, filled with terrible hurt and betrayal, but this was mixed with a other more confusing emotions. Octavia had been only a teenager when she was unfortunate enough to have encountered the detestable Sevensons, had bonded with them over time and she had developed the mother of all Stockholm syndromes!
These monsters had invaded her homeland, raped her ENTIRE PEOPLE to death, brutally raped her too, and completely destroyed everything she had ever been connected to! Octavia had no home to go back to, for almost thirty years the ONLY people she had to talk to had been the monsters who raped everyone of her entire tribe to death!
Octavia had had nothing else left, so she had bonded with her captors, and had even MARRIED one of them! She had given birth to a Night Lord and had taken the last name of the family dynasty that committed the rape genocide of her entire tribe! Oh how FAR she had fallen!
These heretics had taken everything from her and then damned her! She was now a Slaanesh worshipping heretic SLUT because of these foul Sevensons!
Octavia lashed again at the melee all around her, venting her terrible rage on the enemies of Slaanesh, slicing the brutish things to bits.
"YOU DAMNED ME!" Octavia roared at Wendy yet again.
"You LIKE worshipping Slaanesh! You LOVE all the tickling and pleasure!" Wendy shouted back in ridiculously high pitch from the extreme speed.
Octavia frowned, this was actually true enough, Octavia certainly DID enjoy her crazily extreme sex life.
"See! You LOVE it!" Wendy's high speed voice blurred out triumphantly.
Octavia had no idea what counter argument she should make, she had never been great at complex academic logical reasoning skills. Octavia knew that she had every right to be angry, but Wendy always won in clever arguments!
Octavia lashed at Wendy again, and Wendy happily obliged to let herself be struck. Octavia felt strange satisfaction from Wendy's moaning scream.
"Can your lover's spat wait until AFTER this battle!" Mother Superior shouted with fear fuelled anger.
Octavia stewed angrily as she nodded and tried to focus on fighting the enemy rather than Wendy.
Octavia's hand was still filled with pain, and Octavia moaned softly as a fresh orgasm built inside her. She really didn't recognise herself anymore, she had just been a relatively normal girl before the Sevensons did this to her!
Octavia came hard and lashed apart the last of the bloodletters in the fight, giving a sudden temporary lull.
The Nightmare Asylum was vibrating and lurching from colossal explosions, sirens were screaming, and weapon batteries were firing furiously. Octavia wasn't completely certain how much longer it would take to reach the bridge, but surely they must reach it soon!
(Vox crackle), "ship heavily damaged, port side macro batteries destroyed, fires raging in 10 percent of the ship!" Wendy's pussy buzzed.
Wendy moaned and clenched her pussy, activating the reply microphone.
"Go to warp! We can repair for a few hours and then return!" Wendy shouted urgently.
"Yes Mistress, going to warp!" The bridge slut said with relief.
Octavia and the others quickly grabbed the walls to brace for warp jump. The ship began to shake terribly as the warp drive started an emergency uncalculated escape jump.
For 15 seconds the ship shook violently, and then with a sudden terrible lurch and a screech of tortured metal being compressed by warp pressure, the ship was in the warp.
Octavia gasped with relief, and then turned her attention on Wendy, brandishing Torment sadistically...
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Wendy did not have much skin left intact on her naked body as she entered the body strewn bridge of the Nightmare Asylum. All over Wendy's skin was carved semiliterate notes addressed "to Octavia from Octavia", notes that outlined everything Wendy had done to Octavia and all of her lies, carved deep into the skin with a knife!
Octavia's lust auras at maximum had sapped Wendy's resistance enough to let Octavia carve her flesh like this, Wendy had orgasmed from the pain and when she finally came to her senses, she was a walking notice board to instantly inform Octavia if her memory was altered!
It was checkmate! At least until Wendy could find enough free time to have it all surgically repaired.
Octavia had won this round. Well played Octavia.
Wendy's badly carved bleeding body was overheated and tired, she was sleep deprived, and she still had a lot of work to do. Wendy moaned in masochistic pleasure from this feeling of misery, invigorated by the pain, drawing strength from her suffering.
The bridge sluts all gazed at Wendy's carved naked body in alarm, and looked to Octavia in understanding.
"Report sluts!" Wendy said with arrogant dominance.
"Yes Mistress! 80 percent of the ship is overrun with boarders," one of the sluts stammered.
"Fuck! What forces do we have!" Wendy demanded.
"20 thousand cultists and other crew have been armed with laspistols and blades from the armoury, but they are focused mostly on summoning daemons Mistress. Fifteen thousand daemonettes are onboard by our estimates Mistress!" A bridge slut reported submissively.
"Enemy numbers?," Wendy asked.
"8000 or 10000 bloodletters, and 400 Word Bearers still alive we think Mistress." The slut reported.
"FOUR HUNDRED!? FUCK! Keep them OUT of the bridge and engineering! Give me the damn tactical reports NOW!" Wendy screamed.
Wendy grabbed a cogitator screen and read the tactical reports frantically.
The story they told was TERRIBLE, the Word Bearers had captured the primary armoury, were minutes from taking the engineering decks, and the ship was almost completely captured!
The ship suddenly lurched, dropping out of warp without being ordered to by the bridge!
"Enemy have commandeered Engineering!" A slut warned from where she manned a cogitator.
Wendy groaned and read through the reports with supernatural speed, absorbing as many details as possible.
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Ok, so this situation was bad but salvageable. If the crew could just keep summoning daemonettes then the enemy would be worn down by attrition.
The problem was that the Night Lords on the ground didn't have much time before the Word Bearers destroyed them...
Wendy needed to win QUICKLY.
Wendy turned her gaze to Octavia and said, "Octavia I NEED you to call your ex husband, he's our only hope of winning this,"
"I will not speak to that evil pedophile! He's even worse than YOU are! I won't do it!" Octavia flatly refused.
"We are all dead if you don't!" Wendy pleaded.
"Get Emmheggammon! SHE will answer your call!" Octavia protested.
"I would sooner get Faecaluria! Emmheggammon is NOT welcome here after LAST time!" Wendy angrily protested.
"We are about to die!" Octavia shouted.
"EXACTLY, your former husband will get here faster with you making the summons!" Wendy urged.
"You are evil! He will rape every child on this ship! I will NOT contact him!" Octavia screamed.
"What are you talking about?, No matter how able Octavia's TRUE spouse is, how can this one man help us against 400 Astartes!?" Sister Mary asked ignorantly.
"True spouse!? Because of gender?, you homophobic piece of shit!" Wendy snapped disgustedly.
"As a MAN he is Octavia's only TRUE spouse! Divorce of REAL marriage is a sin, Octavia OUGHT to reunite with her husband no matter his faults, the Emperor COMMANDS it!" Mother Superior added intolerantly.
Octavia made a superstitious hand symbol of the Emperor, her old Emperor Worshipping self now remembered, and looked at Mother Superior with a troubled look.
"Are you SURE nun?, does the Emperor REALLY command that I contact my evil husband?," Octavia asked uncertainly.
"Yes child, I believe that he does," Mother Superior insisted.
"We NEED you to do this, just for a few days," Wendy urged.
Octavia sighed very deeply and said, "very well, I will call him".
Octavia walked to a large bare area of floor and raised her arms high in invocation, beautiful naked body on full lovely display. Pink energy began to swirl around Octavia in a whirlwind. Octavia began to shout.
"Flesh Mistress! HUSBAND! I your ex wife Octavia Antony of Harold's Reach call you to come back to me! Harken to my flesh!"
The pink energy shone brightly, seemed amused.
An intoxicatingly beautiful male voice spoke from the energy, voice smooth and soft as satin.
"Well hello my beloved, it's been too long. I've missed that ticklish body of yours," the male voice spoke with such delicious charm that every clothed woman in earshot got naked instantly, including the nuns!
Octavia shuddered violently with raw desire, mouth open with lust, and at the words "that ticklish body of yours", Octavia dropped down both hands and masturbated furiously with desire.
"Enter my flesh ex husband! We NEED you to help us in battle! We are about to die!" Octavia moaned half insane with lust.
"Hm..." The beautiful voice purred.
"Your wife NEEDS you! Both for her safety and because she is being unfaithful to you with another WOMAN! Save your wife from lesbian adultery!" The now naked Mother Superior screamed in invocation, half mad with lust from the voice.
"What delectable bigotry. Very well Octavia my erotic little tickle toy, I will return to your most ticklish flesh my delicious bride," the beautiful voice drawled indulgently.
The pink energy suddenly shot inside Octavia's vagina.
Octavia shrieked with hellishly tormented ticklish laughter, desperately rubbing her hands all over various body parts to try to stop the supernatural tickling!
Octavia fell over sideways, laughing so desperately, so TORMENTED, that she was going into convulsions.
Octavia's laughter got steadily worse, and her skin started to ripple and swell!
Screaming with laughter, Octavia's arms and legs began to elongate and mutate terribly!
The nuns screamed in horror as the cackling Octavia grew bigger, MUCH bigger!
Octavia's laughter was now the screaming of the damned as she got so big that she filled the room!
The nuns were screaming for someone to do something, horrified by the transformation they had unwittingly called forth.
Octavia's beautiful pale flesh became paler and lovelier still, her huge breasts were joined by two additional pairs of mighty breasts. Her pale arms each split into a pair of arms, the two new arms ending in monstrous crab claws!
Octavia's hair became dreadlocks of pale flesh, and horns erupted from her head. Her face became at once beautiful and repellent at the same time, but a glamour made her seem even more maddeningly attractive than she previously had been!
Octavia was now over ten meters tall, still shrieking with the ticklish laughter of the damned in some weird tickling hell. Her feet were now hooves, her body unrecognisable. Four giant penises grew out of where her vagina had been, and what remained of her pussy split into two separate pussies alongside the four huge cocks!
The hysterically laughing Octavia was now a hysterically laughing Greater Daemon of Slaanesh, beautiful and terrible beyond mortal comprehension!
The laughter abruptly stopped and Octavia's transformed body spoke with the stunningly beautiful male voice from before.
"I have missed tickling you like this my love, your torment will be MAGNIFICENT! For as long as I possess you, your soul shall not cease screaming with laughter my beloved estranged wife," the wonderful voice said with hypnotic delight.
The Greater Daemon stretched out his massive limbs and got up to his hoofed feet, stretching erotically in a way that made every woman in sight become utterly wet.
The nuns were half insane with terror, cowering before the daemon in a combination of fear and desire.
"Ah, the bigoted nuns. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Octavia's husband. So nice to make your acquaintance..." The Daemon drawled with chilling cruelty in his exquisite voice.
The daemon reached out quick as blinking and snatched up Mother Superior, suddenly penetrating her in both lower holes at the same time!
"It's so nice to meet friends of my wife," the daemon said happily as he raped Mother Superior!
"I bet I look pretty damn good as the REAL spouse now huh?!" Wendy laughed mockingly at the screaming bigoted nuns.
"Now now Wendy dearest, be nice to the playthings," the daemon tittered delightedly.
"Yes Master. With respect I beg you to win this war for us before you play with the nun slaves," Wendy begged submissively of the exalted Greater Daemon of Slaanesh.
"Oh very well beloved champion, but afterwards we will PLAY! It's SO good to be back again..."
The nuns could only scream!
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