Chapter 40(orphan)
Brother Ken Ham (name purely coincidental) the Word Bearer Chaos Space Marine prayed fanatically to the entire chaos pantheon, as he gunned down daemonettes with his heavy bolter in the tight corridors of the engineering deck of the Nightmare Asylum.
Brother Ken Ham, or Ken Ham for short, was flanked by 4 other heavily armed Word Bearers in this squad of chaos havoc heavy weapon specialists. These other four coincidentally just so happened to be named Brother Jack Chick, Brother Ted Haggard, Brother Fred Phelps, and Brother Pat Robertson...
The 5 Word Bearer havocs were firing nonstop with their heavy bolters, shooting into an endless wave of daemonettes. The engineering decks were deliberately designed to be highly defensible with only a set number of relatively narrow entrance corridors, and a havoc squad stationed at each entrance was easily capable of holding off hoards of naked daemonettes like this.
"Khorne HATES Slaanesh fags and dykes! KILL THEM ALL!" Brother Fred Phelps howled with fanatical hatred, gunning the daemonettes with savage glee.
"Amen brother! These homosexual daemons must DIE!" Brother Ted Haggard agreed gleefully, mincing apart the daemonettes in zealous hatred.
"You are a homosexual YOURSELF you hypocrite!" Brother Pat Robertson accused Brother Ted Haggard.
"No he's not! NO one is a homosexual unless they CHOOSE to be! Homosexuality is actually invented out of a conspiracy by the Church of the False Emperor, my educational comic tracks outline this in detail! True story!" Brother Jack Chick butted in with absolute conviction, pulling a poorly drawn dubious propaganda pamphlet out of a pouch at his belt, labelled Chick track number 876954320516...
"You fool! Faggotry goes all the way back to sodom! Fags and Dykes are EVERYWHERE! They must DIE!" Brother Fred Phelps shouted angrily at Brother Jack Chick.
"But NO FURTHER BACK THAN THAT! The chaos pantheon created the universe only 46 thousand years ago!" Brother Ken Ham warned intolerantly.
This sparked fresh religious debate as the 5 Word Bearers continued gunning down daemonettes, the marines were so full of fanatical hatred that they barely even tolerated each other, and were forever having angry religious debates like this.
"You filthy daemonettes, you FILTHY daemonettes!" Brother Fred Phelps spat with holy rage.
"You blaspheme brother! The daemonettes are CREATIONS of the chaos gods and we must HONOUR them!" Brother Ken Ham chastised.
"I honour only the ones that aren't FAGS AND DYKES!" Brother Fred Phelps demanded hatefully.
"Well I am DEFINITELY not a fag!" Brother Ted Haggard added, fooling nobody.
"I put it to you that you have engaged in more sodomy than those daemonettes have!" Brother Pat Robertson accused angrily.
"No,... no I haven't..." Brother Ted Haggard countered feebly.
The vox channel suddenly sounded in their helmets.
"Report Genesis squad, what is your situation," the vox demanded from the Dark Apostle leading the boarding party.
"Gunning down endless daemonettes without taking casualties, our defensive position is too strong, but our ammunition is down to 50 percent," Ken Ham reported.
"I will sent more ammunition to you as soon as possible, just keep them out at all costs," the Dark Apostle replied.
The squad acknowledged the command and redoubled their efforts to gun down the endless waves of enemy daemonettes.
"I could kill these daemonette dykes all day! DIE HOMOSEXUALS!" Brother Fred Phelps laughed nastily.
"What delectable bigotry," an achingly beautiful male voice echoed from somewhere behind the daemonettes.
"Please Pantheon don't let that be what I THINK it is!" Brother Pat Robertson moaned in horror.
"Indeed I am a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh, and I am going to have SUCH fun raping you all," the voice said with ecstatic cheerful delight.
The squad filled the space with as many bolts as possible!
They couldn't see it yet, but the daemonettes were in a frenzy of speed now from it's proximity, and getting harder to contain!
Swirling pink psychic energy floated through the air above the daemonettes towards them!
The squad braced for impact as the pink energy engulfed them!
The pink energy hovered right in front of their eye balls inside their helmets, glowing so bright that Ken couldn't see a thing through the pink glare! He was BLIND!
The entire squad wailed in horror at this witchcraft and just fired blindly side to side in the direction of the entrance corridor, hopefully keeping the daemonettes (and worse) back!
"Genesis squad needs backup! Greater Daemon of Slaanesh!" Ken shouted into the vox.
Ken Ham heard something absolutely huge moving with horribly fast speed on hoofed feet!
He tried to blindly aim at it.
Agony suddenly filled Ken Ham as his arms and legs were snipped off with massive crab claws!
The pink blindness disappeared from his eyes, and he gazed to see only rapidly stanching bleeding stumps where his limbs had been!
Above him towered a horrifying giant Slaanesh Keeper of Secrets, crab claws red with blood!
Ken Ham was completely defenceless!
The rest of the squad was limbless like Ken Ham was, bleeding already stopped by their gene seed organs, alive and completely helpless!
"Don't go anywhere, when I return your sodomy will be MAGNIFICENT!" The Greater Daemon moaned obscenely!
Brother Fred Phelps screamed louder than all the others combined!
Brother Ken Ham was pale white with dread as the terrifying thing galloped off to attack the rest of the Word Bearers, this was the worst fate imaginable!
"This is going to be fun..." Brother Ted Haggard moaned lustfully when the daemon was gone.
"Shut up faggot!" The other 4 all shouted at him.
***...
Octavia screamed with laughter as her husband tickled her soul with hellish intensity, she now remembered why she had fallen in love with him, NO ONE gave her such exquisitely extreme tickles as her husband did!
"I missed you too beloved," her husband purred affectionately in her mind.
Octavia moaned blissfully through her tormented laughter, utterly smitten by her excessively cruel husband. Her addiction to feeding her tickling fetish consumed her to the point of near madness, and the sadistic Greater Daemon had been the perfect lover for her needs. If only he hadn't been a pedophile!
Octavia was currently possessed by her husband. He had heavily mutated her flesh into his own form and had complete control over her body. Octavia's mind was completely paralysed from controlling any part of her physical body, and being psychically tickled by her husband with merciless cruelty just the way she loved.
Octavia could see and sense every sensation her mutated body could sense, every motion, every sound or smell, all through the radically advanced senses of a Keeper of Secrets. She couldn't move or do anything else, but nothing being done was hidden from her. But focusing on anything through the maddening distraction of her torment was not easy.
Her body was moving with blurring speed, slicing apart crimson armoured chaos space marines with huge crab claws. The feel of the motion was magnificent, the air pushing over her supernaturally sensitive naked body, the thrill of the incredible speed!
Octavia's hysterically laughing mind drank in the incredible pleasure of a Keeper of Secrets' sensations, THIS was what it felt like to be truly alive, her own dull senses had been hazy and numb in comparison to this perfect sensation!
A bolter round suddenly hit Octavia's thigh, biting deeply into the flesh and exploding inside!
Octavia's mind filled with pain so extreme that only her Slaanesh altered sensation tolerance stopped her from going instantly insane from the agony!
Octavia and her husband screamed as one in orgasmic extreme pain, her mind pushed to new extremes of agony, it was PERFECT!
Octavia's possessed body didn't stop moving for even an instant during the pain, and her crab claws kept cutting off the arms and legs of the enemy chaos space marines, rendering them helpless but not killing a single one of them. Her husband was deliberately keeping them alive to play with later!
"Don't!" Octavia managed to think a single word through her hysterical ticklish laughter, futilely begging her merciless husband not to be so cruel to his victims.
"Do not be difficult my love," her husband chided affectionately, and just continued amputating limbs without killing.
Octavia was being tickled so hard that she couldn't focus on anything but laughing, she couldn't think coherent sentences, only a word here and there. She couldn't protest, it TICKLED her too much!
Oh Slaanesh this was HEAVENLY!
Octavia's body was continuing to do it's cruel work, but Octavia couldn't focus at all. Her husband was the ULTIMATE tickler, the complete master of the art!
Octavia had missed this so much!
Octavia had been her stupid mentally crippled version of herself for the entire marriage to her husband, but she still had known exactly what she wanted in a lover. Octavia's primary ambition in life was to feed her fetish as much as possible, and she evaluated her lovers based on how long and hard they tickled her.
Wendy was one of the best mortal ticklers, she had centuries of experience and supernatural skills to drive Octavia absolutely mental with laughter. But Wendy also had masochistic needs of her own, forcing the extremely masochistic Octavia to be the sadistic role far more than Octavia liked.
When Wendy had broken down and divorced Octavia almost 10 years ago, Octavia had had a sudden void in her sex life that she had been desperate to fill with the biggest pure sadist that she could find.
When Wendy divorced her insanely desirable trophy wife consort, Octavia had suddenly gone back on the market, and the frenzied competition had been incredible. Every man (and many women) in the entire Sevenson Night Lord fleet had desired Octavia as their own consort, and she had been fucked and tickled around the clock by desperately eager suitors.
Octavia had wanted to be single for a long time before finally deciding on a new permanent lover, but she had then encountered this Greater Daemon of Slaanesh and the contest had been instantly over.
Her husband had been PERFECT, just utterly perfect!
To this day Octavia was not entirely sure why he had chosen humble little her to be his wife, to be chosen by a Greater Daemon as a consort was an unimaginable honour. Octavia didn't know why he liked her so much, but she was absolutely smitten with him.
To this day Octavia didn't even know his true name, he was called "the Flesh Mistress" by the Sevensons, but this wasn't his actual name. Octavia and her husband had not really "talked" during their entire marriage relationship, they had been far too busy with pleasure to actually talk about anything much!
For the few years the marriage lasted Octavia had been fucked and tickled so CONSTANTLY that she only stopped moaning hard and laughing hysterically long enough to sleep. Apart from the occasional free time he had given her to spend with her children, she had spent every waking moment laughing her head off!
Eating, drinking, toileting and hygiene had all been ticklish in the extreme, she had done nothing else except blissfully suffer for years!
He had carried her around with him everywhere, his penises had been her "seat" as he walked, and she had lived in almost perpetual bondage, chained to his chest to stop her falling off her "seat", with at least one of his hands tickling her at any given moment.
It had been her very definition of heaven, if ONLY he hadn't been a rapist pedophile!
Octavia was a blithering idiot when her mind was crippled, and it had taken her YEARS to notice through her own screaming pleasure, but eventually even SHE had noticed that her husband was raping and molesting children right in front of her, and to her eternal credit she had not stood for it!
Octavia was so proud of herself for this act of decency, she had given up her own personal heaven because it was the right thing to do. Very few mortals would have had the strength of will to leave a Keeper of Secrets like Octavia had, and even for her it had been the hardest thing she had ever done.
Octavia told everyone that she had "divorced" her husband, but the truth was much more complicated than that. Slaanesh himself had wedded the pair together in an eternal demonic marriage, and Slaanesh alone could dissolve the union.
Octavia had been at her husband's mercy, but had gotten extremely difficult and defiant towards her husband after she noticed the pedophilia, to the point where her husband had gotten tired of her attitude. He had been angry with her, for she was not being fun anymore, but had had enough affection for her to not simply kill her, and after months of resistance he had agreed to ask Slaanesh to divorce them.
Slaanesh had cruelly refused to let them divorce, and the pair had simply become estranged from each other ever since until now. Octavia had then gone crawling back to Wendy and won her back, remarrying her. Octavia was technically the wife of both spouses, but Slaanesh allowed polygamy. Octavia's husband had at least one other consort spouse too. Octavia and her husband had never gotten pregnant together.
Octavia had moved on with her life with the deceitful Wendy, and had been finally getting over her husband, only to now have him back in her life tickling her out of her mind!
Octavia LOVED this! Her fetish was being fed almost enough to SATISFY her insatiable tickle lust! This was HEAVEN!
Another gunshot wound filled Octavia with orgasmic pain, and she focused slightly on her surroundings rather than her torment. Her husband had non lethally crippled over a hundred enemy marines all by himself in close combat, and the engineering deck was now swarming with daemonettes attacking the enemy survivors, also wounding them without killing them.
"Mercy on them!" Octavia begged through her perpetual laughter.
"What a boring suggestion, I wouldn't dream of doing anything so dull as "mercy" my beloved bride!" Her husband laughed lyrically.
Octavia was powerless to control his behaviour, and just watched in dismay as daemonettes with cocks began raping the defenceless crippled space marines!
Octavia was being tickled so hellishly that she couldn't focus for long, and was soon focused solely on shrieking with laughter from her husband tickling her incessantly...
***...
The remaining unharmed enemy Word Bearers were fleeing engineering for the sake of the virtue of their bottoms, as the Greater Daemon of Slaanesh passionately sodomised the wounded casualties!
The Dark Apostle, who's name coincidentally happened to be Mike Pence, had not wanted to be crippled and anally raped to death, and had made the very sensible tactical decision to retreat.
Dark Apostle Mike Pence was far more competent than the average foot soldier religious fundamentalists of the Word Bearer Legion, a man of few words with a talent for remaining calm and collected in the presence of even the most complete organisational chaos, calmly and sensibly getting things done subtly in the background.
Dark Apostle Mike Pence knew exactly what was going on, and knew that this situation was perilous unless handled very carefully.
The crew and daemonettes of the Nightmare Asylum had been easily defeated by the current boarding army, the ship should have fallen easily. But a hostile Keeper of Secrets changed everything in this tactical situation.
The corridors of this ship were narrow and short, not in straight lines for far but twisting and turning with corners and bends designed to reduce firing distance and make it easier to get into close combat. In this sort of environment where you couldn't shoot until the enemy was within charging distance, a Keeper of Secrets was at it's most lethal.
The entrance corridors to the engineering decks had been the one exception to this, with just enough range to gun the enemies down, but unfortunately a Keeper of Secrets also had potent psychic powers that could mess with the senses.
Less than 100 Word Bearers remained operational thanks to the Keeper of Secrets, and only the thousands of friendly bloodletters moving to cover their rear had kept the pursuing daemonettes from completely routing them.
Dark Apostle Mike Pence was still in vox contact with the wounded casualties, and they were giving vital intelligence even if it wasn't a pretty sound.
"The Keeper of Secrets is RAPING me! It HURTS!" Brother Fred Phelps was wailing over the vox in utter horror.
Dark Apostle Mike Pence sighed with relief, the Slaanesh Greater Daemon was still raping the wounded, buying the rest of them time.
Dark Apostle Mike Pence was under no illusions of being able to survive this as they were, if the enemy could summon a Greater Daemon than two could play at that game.
"Brothers, we must summon a mighty Bloodthirster of Khorne! I will be the host myself, prepare the ritual at once!" Dark Apostle Mike Pence ordered commandingly.
***...
The badly tickled Octavia was getting dismayed as her own mutated body was used to commit unspeakable acts of rape on enemy prisoners, she could FEEL herself penetrating them!
Her body was orgasming hard as it filled anuses with demonic semen, and Octavia was alarmed that she was getting such extreme pleasure from something so horrible!
"Stop!" Octavia pleaded her husband yet again, completely powerless to stop him.
Her husband merely ignored her and tickled her so hard that she could barely get a word into her thoughts!
Octavia's frantic mind watched horrified as her body stripped enemy wounded out of their power armour and anally penetrated them with all four huge cocks at the same time! Octavia was having four orgasms all at the same time every time the cocks climaxed, and the pleasure was so extreme that she could hardly stop herself from yearning for her body to commit even more rape!
"Husband stop!" Octavia pleaded despite her pleasure.
"No time... For this!" Octavia begged as best as she could through her torture.
"Hm, I guess that you are right, other playthings to hunt," her husband conceded and stopped his acts of buggery.
Octavia's overly tickled mind was grateful as her body stopped doing horrid acts, and instead ran with extreme speed in the direction the enemy had fled.
Octavia relaxed and just enjoyed her blissfully hellish tickling, all other things no longer in focus. This was nice just being tortured without having to see rape, just the sacred bond of pleasure between husband and wife. The nuns had been adamant that Octavia ought to be with her husband rather than in a lesbian relationship, maybe they were right?
"I love you," Octavia thought lovingly in her laughter filled mind, completely smitten with her wonderfully sadistic husband.
"As do I you beloved consort, shall we rekindle our romance delicious one?," her husband purred back in delight.
Octavia's resistance was very low right now, and she was tempted terribly to give in, to once more be his perpetual torture toy, stopping only to sleep!
Octavia was being tickled so insanely hellishly hard that she was in her own personal heaven, she wanted nothing so much as she wanted to just be tickled like this for all eternity! Why not just give in?
Before Octavia's blissful mind could decide, her body had caught up with the fleeing enemies.
Octavia's tortured brain was vaguely aware of the flood of sensory information, so fast and orgasmically sharp, basking in the extreme pleasure that filled her.
Her crab claws darted out, amputating limbs, and she thrilled with the feel of her claws snipping through power armour and flesh and ceramic bones.
A bolt hit her right in the vagina, exploding inside with extreme hellish agony, and Octavia came so hard that she couldn't believe that so much pleasure could even exist!
Octavia was wounded now but so hardy in her current form that she was extremely difficult to kill.
Her husband controlled her every movement flawlessly, and her claws were effortlessly literally disarming enemies with ease.
Twenty men were down now, but the rest were not fighting, performing some ritual instead.
Her body rapidly amputated the limbs off every man without resistance, killing none of them. The marines simply kept chanting from the floor. Octavia was confused.
Her husband was suddenly afraid and quick as blinking he snipped the head off one of the limbless wounded who seemed to be in charge.
The dead body suddenly mutated hugely into a huge red winged devil!
Octavia's body was frantically attacking the huge red devil, slicing it apart in a frenzy.
A brutal bronze axe suddenly shot out and sliced off her head!
"Blood for the Blood God!" Octavia heard as her mutated body fell to bits and she tumbled screaming into the Slaanesh hells to join the afterlife!
***...
