Chapter 74(orphan)
(Author's note, Grandfather Nurgle has blessed me especially strongly today, oh I feel like crap. That's enough blessings already please)
(Additional note, thank you so much Nomadic soul for the review, it really made my day to read it. Honestly anyone feel free to leave reviews or message me, I don't bite and love to hear from people.)
Belzevelle laughed nastily as she and her true-born comrades daintily sauntered into the core stronghold district of the hated rival "White Splinter" kabal.
Greeting her eyes were many many THOUSANDS of dying withered parched wretches in the armour of White Splinter kabalite warriors, too weak from the thirst to even move anymore! The terrible Slaanesh Champion Wendy Sevenson had dried out the souls of every Dark Eldar in the entire district who wasn't a member of the Ebony Stiletto kabal, it was GLORIOUS!
Half-born scum warriors were still currently busy engaging automated gun turrets and the few other hostile assets unaffected by Wendy's power, a dangerous job that fitted such half-born warriors. Belzevelle and her true-born comrades lifted not a finger to help as the scum fought and died to fully secure the district.
Belzevelle turned to look at her new human girlfriend Wendy, and spontaneously kissed her full red lips just because she could. Wendy returned the kiss erotically, moaning in pleasure.
Belzevelle broke the kiss and looked Wendy up and down.
Wendy was currently wearing a dark Eldar warrior armoured body glove in the colours of an Ebony Stiletto member, extremely tight fitting and jet black in colour, showing off every erotic curve of Wendy's alien human body. The body glove was marked all over with the personal name rune of Belzevelle, proclaiming to all that this "slave" was the exclusive property of Belzevelle the true-born.
Only Wendy's head was left bare, revealing her intensely erotic face, currently with the terrible chaos mark of the dreaded enemy of the Eldar race glowing bright pink on her right cheek. Her long brown hair was styled in an extremely attractive Dark Eldar female hair style, decorated with elegant needles and tied in a series of elegant tails.
Belzevelle thrilled with attraction at the sight of her exotic new lover, Belzevelle had never before experienced the forbidden bliss of being in an inter-species relationship before, the sheer unnatural "wrongness" of this strange romance was utterly intoxicating.
Belzevelle flinched slightly as Wendy cupped Belzevelle's breasts through her body glove without asking, this inferior alien was taking the initiative to TOUCH an exalted true-born in public unbidden!
"Relax my love, I have done FAR more than this to those breasts just last night," Wendy purred erotically.
"That was in PRIVATE! Unhand my exalted breasts you inferior!" Belzevelle hissed severely.
"Make me," Wendy winked, and kissed Belzevelle on the lips.
Belzevelle savagely backhanded the alien across the face, sending her staggering backwards. Wendy merely moaned and ran her own hands sensuously all over her skintight body glove.
"Come my plaything, let us explore what treasure this stronghold contains," Belzevelle told Wendy arrogantly.
Belzevelle paused to gesture to her face expectantly, and a moment later her father scratched a slight itch for her.
The other members of the Ebony Stiletto kabal inclined their heads respectfully to Belzevelle as she led the horrifying Wendy through the conquered stronghold district, the entire kabal was terrified of Wendy, and as Wendy's "owner" Belzevelle was therefore shown a generous measure of this fear.
Belzevelle smiled as even the Archon and his Incubi bodyguard squad showed fearful respectful body language towards her, ALL Dark Eldar feared Slaanesh above all else, feared that terrible power that forever drained their souls dry with merciless appetite. Wendy could suck them all dry in a single heartbeat, the danger of just being around her was horrifyingly extreme!
Belzevelle put an arrogant arm around Wendy's shoulders, and made a deliberate show of licking Wendy's face, to show everyone that she Belzevelle was the only one in a relationship with this insanely dangerous and strategically valuable alien.
Wendy moaned delightedly from the licking, and Belzevelle further exerted her dominance over her by slipping a gloved hand between Wendy's body glove covered legs.
"Oh Belzevelle, I like that," Wendy moaned, becoming extremely sexually receptive.
Belzevelle smiled as other members of her kabal shifted nervously, Belzevelle was proving beyond all doubt that she alone had control over Wendy, and this fact scared them all enough to be EXTREMELY respectful towards Belzevelle.
"Come my GIRLFRIEND, let us go look for our share of the treasures," Belzevelle said possessively, placing deliberate emphasis on the relationship term.
"Yes girlfriend," Wendy replied delightedly.
Belzevelle fussed over her new coveted status symbol as they walked, feeling Wendy's breasts and body all over with her hands. Other members of the kabal gazed at what Belzevelle was doing with a combination of fear and jealousy, all desiring the lethal but exquisite new status symbol for themselves.
Belzevelle thrilled with satisfied arrogance, it was so pleasant to own the toy that everyone else wanted but couldn't have. Belzevelle visibly swelled with pride.
Belzevelle had extensively interrogated Wendy with questions on the first night after she revealed herself as a Slaanesh Champion, and had learned enough to immediately see her extreme value. Whoever possessed Wendy's loyalty and cooperation wielded terrible power over other Dark Eldar, Belzevelle could NOT allow any but herself to control Wendy, and had done everything in her power to strengthen her bond with Wendy.
Questioning had revealed that Wendy was a strict lesbian, THANK KHAINE FOR THAT! If Wendy had been heterosexual then Belzevelle would have been screwed, (unless Kaebros could have somehow been used), but as Wendy was a LESBIAN, it allowed Belzevelle herself to initiate a romantic relationship with Wendy.
Belzevelle prided herself on being very beautiful, and had had little difficulty in seducing the human lesbian over the course of a few days of relentless romantic pursuit. Wendy had been happy to have sex, but getting Wendy to agree to becoming Belzevelle's official girlfriend had taken a LOT of relentless romantic advances until Wendy finally gave in.
Now a few days later Belzevelle had felt confident enough to reveal Wendy's abilities to the rest of the kabal, and today was a highly successful "field test" of the Ebony Stiletto kabal's new "weapon".
Belzevelle held Wendy's hand proudly and led her into a vast room full of raider craft vehicles and the human mechanic slaves who tended to them. This was just the "garage" of this important building, the highly valuable treasures of the defeated White Splinter kabal would be found much deeper inside the huge building.
Belzevelle led Wendy through this boring "parking lot" area, eager to show Wendy something more interesting.
Wendy suddenly slowed and tugged against Belzevelle's hand, trying to walk over to the nearest common-as-muck raider craft that sat hovering slightly above the ground in standby mode.
"Now THIS is a priceless treasure! I want this vehicle," Wendy said excitedly.
"You want THAT piece of junk?, It is an insult to my dignity for my own lover to ride in such an unsophisticated thing," Belzevelle dismissed out of hand.
"It is better than ANY human vehicle! I WANT it!" Wendy insisted adamantly.
Belzevelle relented and gave a very subtle nod to Kaebros. Kaebros then drew Belzevelle's name rune on the body of the raider, marking it as part of her share of the spoils.
"The scum will have it repainted in our kabal colours first, then it's yours my lover. Now come with me to see the REAL treasures," Belzevelle explained impatiently, tugging on Wendy's hand to come.
Wendy reluctantly moved as directed, and Belzevelle wrapped an arm around Wendy to stop her wandering off again.
"How do the physics of a raider craft even work?, They appear to COMPLETELY violate known human physics," Wendy asked curiously.
"Do I look like a mechanic?," Belzevelle retorted.
"You don't know how the most basic physics of it work?, Not even a brief basic overview?," Wendy asked incredulously.
"Of course I do my dear Wendy, it is just beneath my dignity to explain the mechanics of that crude vehicle." Belzevelle pointed out obviously.
"Oh, well I don't mind speaking to a lowly mechanic to have it explained," Wendy asked hopefully.
"LATER! I have more IMPORTANT things to show you!" Belzevelle snapped, completely at the end of her patience now.
"As you wish girlfriend," Wendy agreed reluctantly.
Belzevelle all but dragged Wendy through the rest of the building, Wendy wanted to stop CONSTANTLY to inspect perfectly boring ordinary things, humans were clearly very easily impressed.
Belzevelle very proudly ushered Wendy into the treasury of the White Splinter kabal, showing untold riches beyond counting.
The treasury contained SUCH incredible treasures, including priceless empty unused soul stones, some rings of exquisite workmanship that had each taken a thousand years to craft, fine wines that had been fermented for ten thousand years, clothing weaved from insanely rare types of thread, artworks worth an Archon's ransom! SUCH treasures!
Wendy immediately showed interest in the empty soul stones, and put her mouth to each experimentally.
"Empty! Completely worthless," Wendy complained bitterly.
Belzevelle goggled at Wendy in utter disbelief.
"This ring is pretty I guess, not really my style though," Wendy mused simply, exploring the treasury.
Belzevelle made a wordless choking sound, literally too shocked to say words right now!
"Bottles of wine?, Want to try some Belzevelle?," Wendy asked calmly.
"NO! Do not open those bottles!" Belzevelle screamed, confiscating a priceless bottle from Wendy before she could open it!
"This wine needs to ferment for another 5000 years, it will be RUINED if opened before then!" Belzevelle exclaimed in utter shock.
"Um... O... K..." Wendy said awkwardly, moving a safe distance away from the bottles.
"Is this all?, Where is the treasure you mentioned?," Wendy asked looking around.
"This IS the treasure!" Belzevelle exclaimed incredulously.
"But where is all the gold and silver and platinum and rhodium?," Wendy asked.
Belzevelle and her father exchanged a dumbfounded glance.
"Gold, silver, platinum and rhodium in a treasury?! Those four substances are found on every planet in the entire UNIVERSE!" Belzevelle stammered in shock.
"Yes but they are still rare, that's what makes them so valuable," Wendy bizarrely replied.
"Valuable solely because they are rare?, Getting a pimple on the inside of one's nose is "rare", that doesn't make it actually worth possessing," Belzevelle responded incredulously.
"Those metals can still be used to make things," Wendy pressed on with her absurd argument.
"Yes... So can every other type of metal. Gold is a rarer material and modestly valued as a result, but it is at best a somewhat scarce raw material for making things of ACTUAL value," Belzevelle allowed.
"It is more useful than this ring here," Wendy quipped, as though this statement was somehow funny.
"This ring took 1000 years to craft with extreme skill, it is PRICELESS!" Belzevelle corrected the foolish alien.
"Well in that case we could sell it for a huge amount of gold," Wendy suggested...
***...
Belzevelle was still feeling slightly upset a few hours later, as she watched Wendy excitedly examine the freshly repainted crude raider craft that was now parked on Belzevelle's balcony.
"What does this bit do?," Wendy was currently asking Belzevelle's rather bewildered mother Bhirae.
"That part is purely decorative Lady Wendy," Bhirae replied with her customary extreme respect to others.
"What about this bit?," Wendy immediately asked excitedly.
"It is also a decorative feature Lady Wendy"...
Belzevelle sighed in irritation, this was so juvenile.
Belzevelle herself was now in possession of more wealth than she had ever owned before, and had one of the priceless rings currently worn on each one of her fingers (except for her thumbs), a total of EIGHT of the priceless treasures!
Wendy herself also now wore one of the priceless rings, given as a token gift of EXTRAVAGANT love from Belzevelle to solidify her romantic hold over her highly strategically valuable girlfriend. Wendy had been thankful for the gift, but so casual about the priceless gesture that Belzevelle had gotten upset.
"Girlfriend, Girlfriend LOOK! My raider has a dark lance!" Wendy called excitedly.
Belzevelle tried not to grimace and instead went over to humour the bizarre alien.
Belzevelle was amazed that she had the patience to endure as Wendy spent over an hour showing her bits of the raider with feverish excitement.
After a LOT of crushing tedium, Belzevelle finally got Wendy to come in from the damn balcony.
Belzevelle lived in a luxurious high rise condo in a section of skyscraper exclusively used to house the elite true-born. The condo was almost the size of a mansion, taking up a full quarter of the 78th floor of the skyscraper. Each true-born got an entire quarter floor of the massive wide square luxury skyscraper, an entire side each.
Belzevelle's side of the perfectly square 78th floor had a mighty luxurious balcony that stretched across nearly the entire side, accessible by multiple doorways into the condo. The balcony was wide and sturdy enough to park several raiders on if one had a mind to, and had elegant railings of polished stone plated metal.
Belzevelle was currently reclining naked in her luxurious marble bathtub, softly kissing the equally naked Wendy, trying desperately to strengthen Wendy's bond with her.
Belzevelle's ever subservient slave mother Bhirae was also naked in the bath with them, and dutifully washing the pair very softly as they passionately kissed. Belzevelle was always washed by one or the other of her lowly half born parents, usually her mother Bhirae like now, but sometimes by her father if her mother was not present.
The true born Belzevelle considered washing herself to be beneath her own dignity, and had never washed her own body by herself in her entire life. Why try to bend her limbs to reach awkward places when she had a pair of obedient half born grovelling parents to do it all for her?
Belzevelle of COURSE did not perform the revolting task of wiping or cleaning her own bottom after using the toilet, this disgusting task was always performed by her lowly parents, it was the sort of job that half born's were meant for.
Wendy the human didn't seem to mind being washed and pampered like this, as Belzevelle's official lover Wendy was treated almost as highly as Belzevelle herself was, being treated as an honorary true born. Wendy herself had said that she had been born the natural way with a mother and father, so Wendy was literally a true born, though a true born inferior human...
Belzevelle slipped her hand between Wendy's legs, and gently caressed the folds of her alien anatomy. Wendy groaned and shuddered with pleasure at the touch.
Wendy's fingers found Belzevelle's own vagina, and as they were now in private Belzevelle tolerated the unbidden sexual touch. Belzevelle sighed in genuine pleasure, Wendy was remarkably skilled at satisfying the female body, centuries of lesbian sex experience showing it's mark.
Belzevelle relaxed and stopped touching Wendy, Belzevelle wanted an orgasm but didn't really care if Wendy had one, Belzevelle just wanted to be sexually pampered for her own pleasure.
Belzevelle stretched back her arms behind her head to fully relax, and lay on her back with her legs spread to be pampered by her exotic lover. By Khaine it felt so good to be worked on by these skilful alien hands!
Wendy was Belzevelle's second same sex relationship, Belzevelle usually took male kabalite true born warriors for lovers, but had also had a female kabalite true born lover once before for a few months of bliss. Belzevelle was bisexual, and rather casual and promiscuous in her relationships, a given lover usually lasted for a few months before then peacefully parting ways to sample other lovers, every male warrior in her own true born squad was her ex boyfriend, including the Sybarite.
In time Belzevelle would sample the intimate touch of every true born in the entire Ebony Stiletto kabal over the course of many long years, she was still very young for a Dark Eldar true born, being only in her late forties, and would ideally continue in her promiscuous "sampling" of all the available lovers for many more decades before deciding on one to settle down with.
Wendy was a bit of an anomaly in Belzevelle's dating plan. Belzevelle had been currently between lovers when she met Wendy, and Belzevelle had taken advantage of this fact to bond romantically with Wendy for extremely selfish personal gain. Belzevelle certainly didn't "love" Wendy, but she still felt genuine sexual desire for her, greatly enjoying the touch.
The Dark Eldar were quite open minded as far as sex went, and would happily have sex with pretty much anything. It was not unheard of for Dark Eldar women to take even strange beasts called "horses" for boyfriends!
Belzevelle moaned loudly as Wendy's skilled fingers did such WONDERFUL things to her reproductive anatomy, she was such a skilled pleasure artist.
Wendy's mouth began to suck on Belzevelle's nipple during the vaginal stimulation, and Belzevelle began to writhe and wiggle her body in ecstasy!
Belzevelle suddenly jolted and laughed as Wendy's free hand stroked her bare armpit!
"That tickles," Belzevelle patiently informed the ignorant alien, the alien clearly didn't understand how Eldar skin in such places responded to such touches.
"I know it does," Wendy purred erotically and tickled Belzevelle again, harder this time!
Belzevelle laughed and tried to escape.
Wendy pounced on the naked Belzevelle and tickled her ribs and sides with such expert skill that Belzevelle was aghast by how TERRIBLY potent the sensation became!
Belzevelle was laughing hard now, this was TORTURE!
Belzevelle's mother Bhirae came to her aid immediately, and pulled Wendy off the madly cackling Belzevelle. The TERRIBLE sensation was suddenly over! Thank all the gods!
"Please unhand me Bhirae, I wish to tickle my girlfriend," Wendy asked politely but expectantly.
"No, I don't like it!" Belzevelle protested in a panic.
"I have a HUGE fetish for tickling my female lovers, if you can't even let me tickle you then that is a deal breaker for our relationship, maybe we should break up if you can't fulfil this sexual fetish need I have," Wendy said firmly!
Belzevelle squawked in horror, and frantically begged Wendy not to break up with her! Belzevelle NEEDED this relationship for her own precious self interest!
"Then let me tickle you, already for many days I have spared you from it, I now cannot forgo my fetish any longer," Wendy insisted firmly.
Belzevelle's skin crawled terribly all over at the mere thought! She wasn't sure if she could SURVIVE any more!
"Tickle my mother instead!" Belzevelle immediately offered, callously sacrificing her own mother to spare herself.
Bhirae's eyes widened in utter horror, but she submissively agreed like a complete doormat to her true born daughter.
Wendy ignored the offer of tickling Bhirae instead, and cornered Belzevelle in the bathtub, stroking her torso all over!
Belzevelle squealed with tormented laughter and defensively blocked Wendy's hands with lightning fast speed, preventing the fingers from tickling her.
"Maybe I should find a different true born girlfriend who will consent to be tickled..." Wendy said sadly, and made to leave the bathtub!
"NO! Stay MINE! I am NOT giving you up to another!" Belzevelle screamed in dismay.
"Well then let me tickle you, I REFUSE to be with any girlfriend who won't satisfy my fetish for tickling sadism! Make your choice!" Wendy proclaimed severely with finality!
Belzevelle panicked, Wendy had the power to make good on her threat, and would soon find a true born female who was actually into this stuff! Belzevelle's own heightened personal power at the moment DEPENDED on her relationship with Wendy, Belzevelle was completely trapped!
"Yes! Tickle me! Stay mine alone!" Belzevelle frantically surrendered.
Wendy was back on Belzevelle in an instant! Belzevelle screamed with laughter from Wendy's terrible skilful touch, and tried with all her might not to offer any resistance!
Belzevelle thrashed and howled incoherently in the bath, deliberately stopping herself from reflexively fighting to defend herself from the maddening touch.
"This is fun," Wendy said sadistically as Belzevelle convulsed in hellish torment.
"Finish soon?," Belzevelle pleaded hopefully through her hysterics.
"Not for at LEAST another 30 minutes my love," Wendy disagreed lovingly!
"THIRTY MINUTES! I will DIE!" Belzevelle shrieked with laughter.
"I have never killed a lover yet with my tickling, you will survive just fine," Wendy purred cruelly.
Belzevelle pleaded incoherently as Wendy just ruthlessly continued, she couldn't take much more of this!
With lightning fast speed Belzevelle gave Wendy a taste of her own treatment, poking and stroking Wendy's naked body with blurring speed.
Wendy laughed hysterically, but also moaned with pleasure and didn't resist or even slow, Wendy was ENJOYING it!
Belzevelle cackled in frantic titillation as she pressed her attack on Wendy with blurring speed, DESPERATE to break Wendy's will to continue!
Wendy didn't even slow at all, no matter what Belzevelle did!
The bath water was churned to a foam of bubbles by the thrashing frenzy of energetic motion, Belzevelle was a blur of speed as she tickled and thrashed, but Belzevelle used every ounce of will power to stay in the bath without fending off Wendy's hands!
Belzevelle snapped finally and leapt out of the bath to get away...
"I can't help myself! Please don't leave me, my body can't hold still!" Belzevelle pleaded wretchedly as Wendy looked annoyed.
"Easily fixed girlfriend, I will tie you down so you can't move," Wendy said gleefully!
Belzevelle's eyes widened in terror!
"Tied down!?" Belzevelle squeaked in dismayed panic.
"Yes my love, that won't be a problem will it?," Wendy asked dangerously.
Belzevelle was so UTTERLY afraid now, her skin was crawling with horror and her adrenaline was so extreme that she almost felt sick from it! She was convinced that being tied down unable to move as Wendy tickled her would be WORSE than death itself! But Belzevelle would NOT give Wendy up to another and didn't want to kill her either. Belzevelle had absolutely no choice but to agree to Wendy's sadistic demands.
"You may tie me down..." Belzevelle said in dread.
This was going to be HELL!
***...
Belzevelle was sobbing brokenly from the straps of her own "plaything table" as Wendy showed her a new meaning of torment. Wendy was utterly MERCILESS!
"I think that you can go a LOT longer than this," Wendy taunted cruelly as she stroked Belzevelle's shrieking body all over.
Belzevelle shook her head in ticklish damnation, and involuntarily wet herself very heavily.
"My human wife Octavia can EASILY endure 8 hours straight with out a single rest break, as a TRUE BORN member of the superior Dark Eldar race you are SURELY made of stronger stuff than a mere human!" Wendy pressed with inescapable logic.
"This HUMAN lasts EIGHT HOURS?!" Belzevelle asked, utterly ashamed with herself for lasting a mere fraction as long as an inferior creature.
"She certainly does, often longer than just 8 hours in fact. Alas I do not have any way of tickling Octavia, so I will just have to use you in her place. Eight hours a day SURELY isn't too much for my own mighty Dark Eldar girlfriend to endure," Wendy said happily without a second of mercy!
"EIGHT HOURS!" Belzevelle screamed in horror and despair.
"AT LEAST 8 hours, EVERY day forever. Of course, if I had my wife Octavia then I SUPPOSE that I could tickle her in your place..." Wendy suggested unsubtly.
Belzevelle knew full well that this was a deliberate ploy on Wendy's part, but Belzevelle was NOT going to endure 8 merciless hours of this every day! Belzevelle would say ANYTHING right now if it would just make Wendy stop without breaking up with her!
"Let's go get your Octavia right NOW! I INSIST that we go this very instant!" Belzevelle begged desperately.
"Do you have a starship?," Wendy asked hopefully.
"No, I don't..." Belzevelle admitted wretchedly.
"I am afraid that you will have to get one in order to take me to Octavia. Never mind, just over 7 more hours of fun tickling to go. You can go looking into getting a starship in between our eight hour bondage games each day," Wendy said sweetly, and stroked Belzevelle's armpits so bad that she wanted to die just to make it stop!
Belzevelle screamed the entire seven hours from Wendy's merciless touch, and was very VERY motivated to do literally ANYTHING in her power to reunite Wendy with this "Octavia"! Belzevelle just hoped that she could manage this BEFORE her next eight hour tickling game with Wendy!
Please Khaine just make this STOP...
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