Chapter 59(orphan)

The convicts were delighted as they lay with thousands of extremely beautiful horny Slaanesh women and moaning daemonettes. The heretics had certainly kept their promise about the women!

The prison complex climate controls had even been hacked by one of the moaning sluts, and blissfully cool air conditioning now filled the entire city sized prison! The prison complex bombardment defence void shields were fully operational and protecting them all from being bombed from orbit, hundreds of thousands of armed men were dissuading the marines from attacking, and they were safe to enjoy the women.

This was an unimaginable paradise!

Inside one of the countless filthy prison blocks, a large group of eager convicts were having a fantastic time, with a pair of moaning, insanely beautiful, pale skinned brunette haired sluts in darkly tinted protective sun-goggles, named Octavia and Wendy.

"Oh Slaanesh YES! MORE COCKS! I want MORE cocks inside me!" The one named Octavia was screaming.

A convict known as "Choppy" was all too happy to oblige the beautiful curly haired brunette.

"Oh Choppy! Yes! YES!" Octavia moaned.

Another inmate put his cock in Octavia's mouth, and she briefly stopped speaking to suck it.

Choppy came hard inside Octavia, and moved to have a turn of Wendy.

The two women were leashed together with a locked pair of metal collars joined together by a meter or so length of hard metal chain. Each girl had one of the collars locked around their neck, making it impossible to separate the two without finding a pair of bolt cutters.

The girls said they had deliberately leashed themselves together like this to avoid being separated, and the inmates really didn't mind keeping the two hot girls leashed together as they wished.

Wendy was currently licking Octavia's side, making her giggle ticklishly, and two guys were currently fucking Wendy, one in the ass and one in the cunt. Choppy grabbed Wendy's head and used her currently free mouth as a cock holster, moaning in bliss as she sucked.

"Um, could I maybe have a turn of my wife Wendy soon?," Wendy's cuck of a husband asked hopefully.

"No, you are NEVER getting a turn cuck," Choppy informed the man as he cummed in Wendy's mouth.

The husband backed down, and just kept a respectful distance away from the men fucking his wife. The convicts all laughed, and pissed on Wendy just to see the look on his cuck face.

Wendy and Octavia both moaned brazenly at being pissed on, and the convicts redoubled their efforts to screw the pair of sluts.

Choppy's balls were eventually completely empty to the point of pain, and he reluctantly left the two sluts to give other convict men a turn.

The entire prison was echoing loudly with female moaning. Choppy hadn't seen a woman in years, some of the older inmates hadn't seen one in decades, they had given up all hope of even seeing a woman again. Now that tens of thousands of extremely horny women were suddenly available, the convicts were going crazy with all the sex.

"What scumbag stole my 5 year old daughter Ying!" A ball shrinkingly intimidating deep demonic roar echoed through the complex in outrage.

Choppy wisely moved back from the door as a nine foot tall armoured Night Lord killing machine entered in a rage.

"No kids in here mister chaos space marine sir, just these two moaning sluts," Choppy tried to reassure the outraged giant.

"One of those "moaning sluts" is my MOTHER!" The giant roared in warning.

The convicts fucking the girls yelped with fright and fled for their lives away from the women. Holy FUCK!

The giant ignored the inmates and stomped right over to Octavia, kneeling down to talk to her.

"Augusta?, What's wrong baby boy?," Octavia asked the giant as though he were a small child.

"I can't find Ying anywhere, someone might have abducted her. Have you seen her?," the giant "Augusta" informed his beautiful mother.

The two women became hysterical with dismay at this news.

"Chomo's man, this prison is full of them. Damn kiddie fiddlers who would take a 5 year old girl, just sick fucks!" Choppy said conversationally.

The giant was at him in an instant and demanded, "WHERE?! Show me to these "chomo's" so that I can KILL THE FUCKERS!"

Choppy cursed silently to himself and frantically agreed to help lead the outraged father to the most likely culprits who would do this.

The massive Night Lord kicked down every door in his path, terrifyingly strong, and soon entered a room full of screaming little kids.

The violence that followed was absolutely shocking in the extreme, but the chomo's had kinda deserved it. The armoured giant picked up a tiny weeping raven haired half-oriental little girl in his blood soaked arms, and carried the crying child away, looking (understandably) absolutely livid with rage.

Choppy quickly vacated the scene lest the dead chomo's mates thought he did the killing, and hastily returned to the two women as weeping children fled to find their parents.

Wendy and Octavia were where they had last been, and ran forward to fuss over the weeping violated child in the arms of the Night Lord father.

The convicts all wisely kept their distance from this outraged psychopath, why did the hot ones ALWAYS have a giant psycho male relative like this!

Choppy left the little family to it, and walked off in search of other girls.

He entered a room hopefully.

Inside he found a huge group of women in torn nun outfits. Choppy smiled greedily.

Choppy then caught sight of a bleeding pile of dead men and a blood stained Night Lord neophyte. The neophyte held a blood spattered aluminium sign painted with blood to read, "THESE NUNS ARE MINE ALONE".

Choppy and the other convicts all grinned sheepishly and very slowly backed away out of the room. Yeah... Just nope...

They cautiously entered another large cell room, and found an extremely old looking slave-branded oriental woman being gang banged. The old woman actually looked delighted with what was happening to her.

Choppy decided to look for someone a bit younger and better looking, and tried his luck with other cell rooms.

All of the girls he found had either extremely long lines of guys already waiting, or else had something undesirably wrong with them.

Choppy entered an adjoining building, and found more chomo's raping kids...

Choppy backed away slowly, fearful of outraged berserk Night Lord fathers, and got the hell out of there!

He exited outside into the sweltering late afternoon sun of the open air prison yard, and ran quickly over the hot concrete of the yard, slightly burning his bare feet in the process as he rushed towards the command centre tower of this particular prison.

Choppy sighed in relief as he reentered cool air conditioning, cooling his feet on the cold floor.

A six breasted daemonette greeted him with a lick to the face as he entered. Choppy checked under the daemonettes loincloth, and was disappointed to find a penis...

Choppy spurned the gender bending daemon, preferring his girls to have all female parts, and continued in his quest to find some hot wet pussy.

The tower had a great surplus of daemonettes with dicks, but the few with pussies were already taken. Choppy was getting frustrated.

He entered the main command room of the tower and found the huge terminator armoured chaos lord discussing military plans with other hulking Night Lords.

The chaos lord barely spared Choppy a glance, and kept talking about the military situation of the planet.

"The loyalist scum still control orbit, we can't risk returning to the ship until nightfall," the chaos lord was saying.

Choppy was intrigued and moved closer to listen.

The chaos lord suddenly stopped talking and sniffed the air. He turned and sniffed in Choppy's direction.

"I didn't fart," Choppy assured the towering brute.

"I can smell my sister... My little sister Wendy... You have been touching her..." the lord accused.

Choppy backed away fearfully, palms raised in peace. It was TRUE that the hot ones ALWAYS had huge psycho male relatives!

"I didn't know she's your sister! I already had a run in with Octavia's massive raging psycho of a son, I don't want any more trouble." Choppy said fearfully.

"Octavia's "raging psycho of a son" happens to also be MY SON! Octavia and I are an item!" The chaos lord growled dangerously.

"Oh SHIT! What are the chances?! I am SO fucking dead!" Choppy exclaimed in dismay.

"Wait! I HELPED your son, your granddaughter, um Ying, I helped her too! Some child molesters stole your granddaughter Ying, I helped your son find her, helped rescue her!" Choppy remembered desperately.

"WHAT?! My granddaughter got raped!? I will KILL the swines who did this!" The chaos lord bellowed in wrath.

"Already been killed by your son milord, he ripped them open and strangled them to death with their own guts! Was brutal," Choppy reassured the lord.

The chaos lord immediately activated a vox to contact his son, and Choppy got the hell out of there.

Choppy fled the tower and headed off to a completely different prison block than before. He had left his lasgun somewhere along the way, as well as his clothes, and stopped by an armoury building to get a fresh lasgun on the way.

He entered gratefully into the new prison block, and looked around to find a girl.

He heard the sounds of female moaning, and followed the sound eagerly.

Choppy entered a room that had been painted all over with the unholy symbol of Slaanesh, the room was set up like a temple with a strangely glowing chalk circle drawn on the floor.

Strange mutant women, part woman and part bird, were having passionate sex with each other, pink psychic energy glowing around their heads!

Choppy shrugged, and sidled up behind one of the hottest ones, a gorgeous creature with bird feet and bright blue feathers for hair that was having lesbian sex with a horrifically burned one with rainbow feathers. Choppy carefully penetrated the blue haired hot one from behind.

The mutant didn't seem to mind her penetration at all, and gyrated against his cock as she licked out the burned mutant.

Choppy grabbed the hot mutant's tits from behind, and doggied her hard as she ate out the other one. The mutant girl moaned loudly from Choppy's touch, and he enthusiastically pounded her all the harder.

The inside of the chalk circle was glowing brightly now, some sort of witchcraft. Choppy was nervous and slowed down, pulling out, but the mutant girl reached back with her hands and grabbed his cock, trying to pull him back inside her.

Choppy dubiously consented, and penetrated her again, hesitantly raw-dogging her as the circle got brighter.

Choppy got a bit more into it with the mutant girl, and gradually ignored the sorcery as his orgasm grew closer.

He gave a little grunt as he came inside the mutant, and was ready to pull out, but she didn't want this yet, gesturing frantically at him to stay inside her.

Choppy shrugged, and just rested inside the girl as she ate out the burned other one. A few other similar but noticeably younger bird girls were also present having lesbian sex, ranging from clearly jail bait to late teens in age. All of the mutant girls looked like they were sisters!

Choppy wasn't sure if this lesbian incest was sexy or fucked up, but got a guilty erection from it and was soon once more pounding his blue feathered mutant.

The girls were making a lot of weird bird noises now, and the circle was glowing like the sun now. Everyone shielded their eyes from the glare as demonic moaning noises filled the room from the circle.

The light faded and Choppy saw hundreds of daemonettes emerging out of glowing pink mist inside the chalk circle!

The mutant girls all sighed in relief and uncoupled from each other as a continuous stream of daemonettes marched from the circle into the prison complex.

The blue feathered mutant girl turned to look at Choppy.

"Hey girly," Choppy winked at her.

"You almost derailed the ritual! You can't just pull out of me like that halfway through! If you penetrate me then you STAY inside me for the entire ritual!" The mutant girl roused on Choppy in a slightly bird like voice.

Choppy shrugged apologetically and fondled her boobs without asking permission.

"I am Augusta's step sister..." the mutant informed him.

"SERIOUSLY! Even the hot MUTANTS?! FINE, I have learned my lesson, no more hotties, come here burned bitch," Choppy said exasperatedly and tried to fuck the burned one.

"What the fuck is this?! Where's your pussy?," Choppy asked, finding only one hole between the burned one's legs.

Choppy penetrated the single hole anyway, making the burned mutant squawk very loudly like a bird.

"Her daddy is the chaos lord..." the blue feathered girl informed Choppy.

Choppy pulled the fuck out of the mutant girl and ran away, desperately searching for SOMEONE without seriously dangerous relatives.

He settled for hoisting one of the entirely female six breasted daemonettes over his shoulder and carrying her away to fuck in a quiet corner.

The daemonette enthusiastically encouraged this, and was soon licking his face all over as he fucked the weird thing in a quiet corner.

Choppy played with its six breasts.

"You like that bitch?," he asked it.

The daemonette nodded delightedly, and Choppy motor-boated it as it moaned obscenely.

Choppy pulled hard on its fleshy dreadlock "hair", and pounded it until he came inside it.

Choppy tried to pull out, the daemonette got dreadfully upset at this.

"My balls are totally empty, come back later," Choppy told it.

The thing was still reluctant, but threatened with his lasgun it reluctantly departed to fornicate with the cadaver of a brutally tortured to death prison guard. Yuck!

***...

Captains Milat and Gacy brooded darkly from the top of the wreckage as they watched the sun begin to set. Night time was the natural ally of the Night Lords, the cowardly traitors would strike soon.

Scores of amputee wounded now had been fitted with new bionic limps, the dreadnoughts that remained in one piece were now patched up and fully reloaded, and every gene seed from the dead had been collected and accounted for.

Slightly over 300 loyalist marines still lived, though a little less than half of these now had new bionics of some description to make them battle ready. The marines had won a victory, but possibly still a pointless Pyrrhic victory unless they could hold this wreckage.

Up in orbit the two heavily damaged strike cruisers, and equally damaged surviving escort ships, were greedily sweeping up over a hundred thousand tons of orbital gold ingots, whilst simultaneously attempting to perform emergency repairs. These orbital lost ingots were all well and good, but represented only a tiny fraction of the vast motherlode inside the wreckage.

The Angels of Brutality had sacrificed a battle barge, an insanely expensive bit of naval hardware, and needed at least a million tons of gold to afford to replace it. They NEEDED to hold this wreckage long enough for the thunderhawk gunships to carry the entire cargo of treasure up to orbit, and this would take time.

The localised warp storm was still raging around the system, preventing any reinforcements from arriving. They could probably still escape the system doing a perilous emergency warp jump in the strike cruisers, but they could never return here while the warp storm lasted, so were loath to leave before they had as much treasure as they could physically carry.

More thunderhawk gunships flew down from orbit to the wreckage on the ground, arriving to transport the next batch of gold and other valuables up to orbit from the wreckage. The entire stock of gene seeds from the crashed battle barge had already been safely transported to the strike cruisers in orbit, as had the chapter relics and other highly valuable things. No matter what happened on the ground, the chapter legacy would survive.

The captains surveyed the surroundings grimly, together formulating a defensive strategy to hold the wreckage.

"We can deploy the two Angels of Brutality Land Raiders here and here, the Whirlwind over here, the four Marines Malevolent predator tanks at these locations here, and line this entire slope with heavy bolter turrets," Captain Milat said, pointing to an orbital image map of the crash site and surroundings.

"What about if I conscript a few thousand Marines Malevolent chapter serfs as cannon fodder, arm them with weapons and deploy them here all over the high ground of the wreckage. They can be here from orbit in thunderhawks just before it gets truly dark. We can then line the entire slopes with mobile floodlights to let the slave scum see, and hold more ground," Captain Gacy offered.

"I like it, make it so. Let's also run power cables all over the wreckage to power the lights and recharge the slave's lasguns. The Blood Oceans still has one working reactor giving out power, we might as well make use of it." Captain Milat agreed.

The only danger was at night. During the day the ships in orbit could orbitally bombard any enemy forces outside of the void shield protected prisons, keeping the billions of hostile legionaries on the planet from simply migrating to attack the crash site. But during the dark of night the enemy could move with impunity.

The Night Lords in particular were very likely to creep back into the Nightmare Asylum and pick the loyalists off one by one in the dark corridors, especially now that they had their precious women and children evacuated to safety.

To prevent this required constant vigilance during the hours of night, they had to guard as much of the wreckage as possible, taking advantage of the higher ground to gain an advantage.

Orders were being given by the two captains, and soon more thunderhawk gunships were flying down, filled to bursting with miserable chapter serfs of the Marines Malevolent chapter, cannon fodder to be expended holding the highly strategic wreckage.

The sun was gone now, and the sky was getting steadily darker.

Floodlights flicked on all over the pair of embedded wrecks, and heavy bolter turrets scanned side to side, searching for enemies. The thunderhawk gunships were landing now, and disgorging armies of modestly armoured chapter serfs with a variety of humble weapons, mostly lasguns.

Chapter serfs took their assigned positions by the thousands, and the captains felt a slight twinge of relief to have so many allies, regardless of how inferior they were.

For 3 hours nothing at all happened.

Distant silenced sniper rifles suddenly started firing on the floodlights, smashing the bulbs one by one!

The wreckage got steadily darker as more and more floodlight bulbs got smashed.

The chapter serfs desperately began replacing the bulbs.

The serfs holding bulbs were hit by sniper fire.

The serfs ducked for cover, pinned down by the fire.

The Angels of Brutality Whirlwind artillery tank fired a huge bright magnesium flare missile high into the air, brilliantly illuminating the entire area.

The marines searched around everywhere, the snipers were well hidden even in the illumination.

The sniper fire had ended now, the snipers were clearly spooked in their hiding places in the surrounding rough terrain.

The flare slowly faded, but no further sniper fire shot at the lights.

Red flashes of crude aluminium convict lasguns twinkled at the wreckage from the trenches surrounding the distant prison. The lasguns were out of range, causing little more than eyeball damage to some of the more unlucky serfs.

A few hours later the bright blue flashes of something being welded together could be seen on the edge of the prison, just beyond the bottom of the void shields.

A binocular scan showed what looked like some sort of crude aluminium howitzer being welded together?

The crude aluminium artillery piece was soon completed, and convicts loaded a long shell with fins into the front barrel. A second later the gun fired with very little noise.

Almost a minute later the finned shell came whistling down onto the wreckage, exploding in a spray of aluminium shrapnel that wounded several chapter serfs.

The artillery piece was a MORTAR!

More and more crude shells dropped down on them over the next few minutes, pinning down terrified chapter serfs and smashing more floodlights.

The marines cursed, and the Whirlwind aimed a missile at the distant mortar.

The mortar crew scattered, and the crude aluminium construction was blown to mangled pieces.

After a short delay, more mortars were being welded together, a LOT more!

The Whirlwind obliterated these mortars almost faster than they could be built, but a few mortars managed to fire off shells before being destroyed, causing more casualties and mayhem.

For many hours this tense standoff continued, as the traitors and heretics tried a variety of low risk long range tactics to attack the wreckage without taking casualties.

The moves and countermoves continued until just before the first dim light of predawn, then the heretics retreated back into the safety of the prison.

The serfs had suffered modest casualties, and a lot of military material had been damaged by the attacks, but mostly the damage was very minor.

They had survived this night at least.

***...