Chapter 75(orphan)

Tens of thousands of half born Dark Eldar slaves, hundreds of thousands of heavily drugged Ork slaves, and millions of Gretchin slaves all laboured together frantically under the whips of vicious half born warriors, constructing the ponderous bulk of a brand new Talon Cyriix Class Frigate.

The pace was utterly breakneck, even by the standards of Dark Eldar forced labor, driven by the TERRIBLE fear of Belzevelle the true born, currently one of the most powerful people in the entire kabal of the Ebony Stiletto.

It had now been 3 days since Belzevelle first demanded a starship, and every single one of those days Belzevelle had endured 8 merciless hours of Wendy's peculiar form of torture, resulting in Belzevelle becoming ever more frantic with each passing day.

Unfortunately for Belzevelle, acquiring a proper starship was not an instantaneous process, and was quite slow and prolonged in fact...

Down in the hastily constructed ship foundry Belzevelle frantically shouted at the slaves to build the ship FASTER, flogging the heavily drugged Ork slaves to make them lug the heavy bulk metal components all the faster! Belzevelle had less than an HOUR left until Wendy tickled her for another hellish 8 hours of screaming torment!

"FASTER! Move FASTER!" Belzevelle screamed in a panic as her bladed whip bit deep into the sluggish drugged Orks.

The Orks cried out dully in slight pain, the brutes very resistant to feeling much pain at all, but did move a bit faster in their drugged stupor.

Orks were so dangerous to use as slaves that they unfortunately had to be so heavily drugged that they wouldn't turn violent. These Orks were barely even sure where they were, their minds altered by the intense pharmaceutical compounds currently filling their blood vessels. It made them harmless and obedient, but it unfortunately also made them especially slow!

Belzevelle screamed at the large work group of Orks and hounded them all the way to move faster, they MUST hurry up!

Belzevelle regretted the necessity of using Orks, but they were so strong that they could lift things that other slaves just couldn't manage. This ship would NOT be finished in a timely fashion without using the brute strength of the Orks to speed up the entire process.

The work group of about 50 Orks that she was hounding carried the bulky components to their proper position in the growing construction, and held them in place as a gaggle of the much more intelligent Gretchin slaves welded the components into place with airtight welds.

The entire ship was currently swarming with greenskin slaves all hard at work assembling it, but it was obvious that it would not be completed within the hour. Belzevelle cursed in despair, another 8 hours of hell was now a certainty.

Belzevelle saved her energy and stopped personally hounding the slaves, and instead just mentally prepared herself for the coming 8 hours.

Belzevelle had done her best, she had no regrets about how fast the work had progressed these past 3 days. Nothing more she could have done.

The ship she was having constructed was a Talon Cyriix class frigate, just under a kilometre in length, as small and simple as it could possibly be to save time. It was the most quickly built design the Kabal of the Ebony Stiletto had the knowledge to construct, absolutely nothing fancy at all.

When she first started seducing Wendy, Belzevelle had rather foolishly led Wendy to believe that the Ebony Stiletto kabal was a LOT richer and more powerful than it was in reality, an arrogant untrue boast to impress Wendy. Belzevelle now regretted her earlier hubris.

The Kabal of the Ebony Stiletto was not "actually" rich (,at all), nor was it located in the exclusive suburbs of "High Commorragh" where all the really important kabals lived. It was "technically" true that the true born members of the Ebony Stiletto HAD been personally known to Asdrubael Vect the supreme leader of Commorragh in the past, but Belzevelle had left out the little detail that this was because Vect had tried to kill them all, all for a big "misunderstanding" involving just a FEW hundred million tyranids getting loose in Commorragh...

Belzevelle and her fellow true born had originally been born into a kabal known as "the Black Dagger", that had been REALLY successful in breeding tyranids, as a creative way of permanently providing endless fast breeding torture victims to quench their thirst indefinitely without real-space raids. The Black Dagger kabal had been "just a bit" TOO successful in breeding these tyranids...

Asdrubael Vect had been REALLY mean about the whole unfortunate "misunderstanding" with the escaped tyranid army loose in his city! So SO utterly MEAN about it!

The Kabal of the Black Dagger had then... "Ceased to exist", and Belzevelle and the VERY few other survivors had fled to safety, repainted their uniforms and gear, changed their kabal name, made up a completely fake backstory of their kabal origins, and then for added measure had relocated to one of the most SHIT parts of the endless Low Commorragh slum districts.

Asdrubael Vect had never even heard of the newly created "Kabal of the Ebony Stiletto", and the kabalite true born were VERY eager to keep him ignorant of their existence.

As far as the rest of Commorragh knew, the Ebony Stiletto kabal was an upstart slum gang like countless millions of other petty kabals that Vect never even heard about. There was safety in the sheer numbers of petty slum gang kabals, even Vect didn't have the Tzeentch-like omniscience to learn about EVERY one of these many many MILLIONS of wannabe kabals.

Well as a result Belzevelle was an upper class member of a poverty stricken kabal. Like in any really poor nation or similar geopolitical group of people, no matter how desperately poor the majority of the "citizens" were, their was always a tiny handful who were rich at the expense of all the others. Belzevelle was one of these "rich among poor".

If Belzevelle was completely honest then she would have told Wendy the truth, that the Ebony Stiletto kabal was the corrupt military force of a sprawling cluster of putrid slum districts that collectively covered an area a few hundred miles in radius.

This cluster of stinking slums were home to millions of malnourished half born slaves, though not slaves who were actually policed at all. Almost every Dark Eldar "civilian" in Commorragh was technically a slave to whatever kabal controlled the urban "turf" they inhabited, but this was largely "slavery in name only".

These teeming millions of "slaves" were almost all farmers, strange as that may sound. The Dark Eldar still needed to eat, and the food had to come from somewhere.

These farmers predominantly grew a crop known as Tygo's Omega cabbages, or "death world cabbage" in local slang, an edible jet black pigmented leafy vegetable native to one of the most voraciously overgrown death worlds in the entire galaxy. With just an enclosed light box and a bit of sewerage for fertiliser these cabbages would grow astonishingly quickly, it was just a pity that they tasted loathsome...

As well as the disgusting edible death world cabbages, these local farmers also literally grew Orkoids in big piles of damp dust mixed with sewerage. LITERALLY "grew" them from the underground fungal tumours that the greenskins naturally use to reproduce!

These were mostly squigs and snottlings that were good only to torture and then eat, but enough Gretchin and Orks emerged from these tumours to provide the slave labor force that was currently building this ship...

Belzevelle hung her head slightly, she had been such a fool to make Wendy think she was so rich. Even with the recent spoils from the only slightly richer kabal of the White Splinter, Belzevelle and her kabal could ill afford the expense of building this starship. It had taken both countless promises of using Wendy to reimburse them, and the unsubtly hinted threat of Belzevelle unleashing Wendy on the entire Ebony Stiletto kabal to get the Kabal to even agree to this!

The materials alone were costing the Ebony Stiletto kabal dearly, a metal ship nearly a kilometre in length and over a hundred meters high and wide took a LOT of metal to build! Had the construction been able to proceed GRADUALLY then it would not have been a problem to very slowly obtain the needed metal from real-space raids, but with Belzevelle in such severe ticklish peril, "gradual" was not a word she would hear!

The Ebony Stiletto kabal had instead been forced to cannibalise the decrepit metal buildings of the slums themselves, just to provide the metal fast enough! The local farmers were NOT happy about it either, and deadly force had been needed many times over the last 3 days as armed riots erupted...

Belzevelle was causing SO much harm to other people with her self centred impatience. Her girlfriend Wendy was "only" tickling her (for 8 hours a day), it wasn't actually damaging or harming Belzevelle at all. Belzevelle wasn't even bleeding out pain energy to quench others around her during the tickling, souls were drained by PAIN not by sissy tickling!

Belzevelle in fact didn't "need" to build a ship at all, Wendy hadn't actually demanded a ship. Wendy would be perfectly happy just tickling Belzevelle 8 hours a day forever without ever once getting this ship. If Belzevelle could have just taken her lengthy daily kinky game without complaint then none of this mess would have happened. She COULD have just selflessly and dutifully endured it for the sake of her lover, but Belzevelle had instead chosen to be selfish.

(Authors note, I am pretty kinky myself but even I don't (totally) blame Belzevelle for not putting up with it, I personally can't take much more than two hours of tickling before I will scream the safe word. Eight hours is too much even for me lol)

(Additional note, sorry if that is too much information)

Belzevelle checked the time and groaned, she had to return to Wendy now.

Belzevelle exited the partially constructed ship, and commandeered a half born squad's raider to take her to the small luxurious true born district in the centre of Ebony Stiletto territory.

The putrid partially cannibalised slums shot past below as the raider sped her home, it was such a miserable district.

"You are the one who commissioned this ship Dracon Belzevelle?," one of the half born scum warriors asked her conversationally without warning during the flight.

"I am not a Dracon," Belzevelle said very quickly, lest one of the actual Dracons of the kabal heard of this conversation and considered her a threat.

"No?, Well you could be if you wanted to..." the half born pressed ambitiously.

"I have no ambition of any kind to raise my rank higher than my current rank of true born warrior. I do not care for your treasonous suggestion," Belzevelle stated imperiously.

"I was a parched for committing "treason" against my old kabal, treason is the way I talk," the half born chuckled.

Belzevelle decided that this conversation was beneath her, and said nothing further.

"You would make a pretty Dracon, I would certainly fuck you," the half born warrior pressed boldly.

Belzevelle briefly looked the male half born up and down at this, vaguely curious.

The half born got out his penis and waved it around for her to see, it was surprisingly big...

"You are a half born..." Belzevelle began arrogantly.

"True born actually, I was Dracon Arzurmor of the Kabal of the Last Hatred", the warrior interrupted proudly.

Belzevelle immediately spat in his face, as did everyone else in the scum warrior squad!

"Yes... My former kabal usually gets that sort of reaction. But I betrayed them and am now a member of the Ebony Stiletto kabal, so no need to spit," Arzurmor hissed irritably.

"Filthy dead toucher!" Belzevelle sneered at him.

"As I said, no longer a member of the Last Hatred. I much prefer to "touch" the living... You perchance?," Arzurmor asked brazenly, waving his pleasingly large penis around.

Belzevelle paused.

"Looks like I'm in boys, don't wait up for me," Arzurmor told his squad instantly.

"You are SO cocky!" Belzevelle exclaimed.

Arzurmor instantly signalled down to his member with his swiftly jiggling eyebrows.

Belzevelle snorted with laughter, the facial expression had been just so perfectly timed and brazen that it was funny.

Arzurmor kept waving his penis all around...

Belzevelle bit her lip extremely subtly in acceptance of his sexual advances.

The scum squad all groaned loudly in contempt of Arzurmor actually being successful in his ridiculous flirtations.

Belzevelle and Arzurmor got off the raider craft together onto Belzevelle's huge balcony in the true born district, and Belzevelle ushered him inside.

"You are late girlfriend, it's... Who is this?," Wendy said as soon as they entered the condo.

"Hello my love, this here is Arzurmor, is it ok if he joins us?," Belzevelle replied sweetly.

"Um, I guess so..." Wendy sniffed sulkily.

"Oh my, threesome with a human girl! This will be fun!" Arzurmor said huskily.

"Just don't get in my way as you penetrate Belzevelle," Wendy sighed indulgently.

Arzurmor got even more excited, and Belzevelle and Wendy entered the "tickling room", stripping naked as they entered.

The room contained a variety of different bondage devices, as well as an astonishing plethora of tickling "tools" for Wendy to use. Wendy directed Belzevelle to put her neck and wrists inside an open metal pillory on top of a short pole that was approximately hip height.

Belzevelle obeyed and was soon locked in place, her body bent right forward with her ankles locked in a complimentary horizontal ankle stock. Her legs were trapped completely straight by the stock, her torso bent forward at a 90 degree angle by the pillory...

Belzevelle whimpered nervously...

"Kinky. I'm gonna fuck you so hard in that position," Arzurmor said in appreciation, and Belzevelle then felt the wonderful big penis inside her!

A moment later Wendy was tickling Belzevelle with horrifying skill!

Belzevelle squealed with laughter as her defenceless armpits were stroked so bad that it felt like death!

"Didn't take you for a tickle chick Belzevelle, I'm game to help your human," Arzurmor mused cheerfully...

Belzevelle was then being tickled by TWICE as many hands!

Belzevelle knew what she must endure for the next 8 hours, she knew she wouldn't be ABLE to endure it, and she knew that she nevertheless WOULD endure through all of it. There was no escaping and no mercy, no hope or wishful thinking. No need to think about anything, nothing she did would stop it until the 8 hours were up.

Belzevelle was in a frantic bizarre type of hell, utterly driven mad, but the despair of rescue and subsequent lack of thought gave a strange sort of peace, the knowledge that there was nothing she could do so therefore no responsibility either. It was strangely comforting to be so utterly devoid of any options at all.

Belzevelle instead tried her best to enjoy the penis inside her. She didn't get a penis inside her any of the other times, this made it new and more interesting.

Belzevelle was laughing hard like she always did, but was now starting to moan a lot too.

Belzevelle was soon howling with hoarse moans and screams of pleasure as she orgasmed intensely from Arzurmor inside her!

"The women always love my member," Arzurmor chuckled huskily.

Arzurmor was then hissing with pleasure and Belzevelle felt herself being inseminated.

Arzurmor pulled out of Belzevelle but kept tickling her! NO!

"What are you DOING?!" Wendy suddenly exclaimed...

The tickling completely STOPPED!

Arzurmor was enthusiastically penetrating Wendy now!

Belzevelle sighed in relief as she got a prolonged break as Wendy was fucked on the floor.

Wendy was indignant but she was also moaning in pleasure, apparently aroused enough by Belzevelle's naked presence to enjoy this male. Soon Wendy was loudly having an orgasm.

Wendy and Arzurmor then both resumed tickling Belzevelle for several unbearable minutes, until Arzurmor got horny again and penetrated Belzevelle once again.

Belzevelle felt a glimmer of hope, this was actually bearable with Arzurmor's continual antics.

Arzurmor then grabbed Wendy and restrained her in a second pillory beside Belzevelle!

Belzevelle and Wendy both squealed with laughter as Arzurmor tickled them both at the same time using feather tipped long "tickler sticks", long enough to reach every part of both girls as he fucked either one of them!

Belzevelle squealed with laughter as a feather on the end of a long stick stroked all around inside her armpit! Wendy was moaning being fucked beside Belzevelle!

Arzurmor then alternated between girls and it was Wendy's turn to laugh as Belzevelle got to moan from the cock!

On and on it went, the alternating sensations of orgasm and tickling, pleasure and maddening torment, moaning and laughter.

Arzurmor now seemed to have run completely dry, and Belzevelle thrilled as she drank in the pain she could sense of a terribly aching pair of completely spent testicles and tenderly sore penis. Arzurmor simply pulled up a chair in between the two women and used one hand to tickle each of them as he recovered his stamina!

"Release me so I can tickle Belzevelle!" Wendy demanded through her laughter...

"I can do it for you," Arzurmor teased and stroked Belzevelle so terribly that she was almost screaming!

Wendy continued to protest, and Arzurmor reluctantly freed her to let her torment Belzevelle for a while!

Belzevelle was in hell for maybe 30 minutes as BOTH of them tickled her without mercy! It was TORTURE!

Belzevelle was then moaning from Arzurmor's penis again.

This blur of sensation went on and on, and Belzevelle was actually tolerating it (sort of). The mix of different sensations let her recover from the tickling, the orgasms were a type of rest from the torture.

Hours into the game, Wendy actually released Belzevelle and they together locked Arzurmor in the pillory, and had a wonderful time tickling the cocky boy together for a good 30 minutes. Belzevelle even put on a strap on dildo and anally penetrated the laughing man as Wendy tickled him with merciless skill.

Arzurmor was then released and Wendy was ganged up on and locked up, as Arzurmor and Belzevelle fucked and tickled the sexually insatiable human.

Finally the 8 hours were over, and Belzevelle for once wasn't actually crying! She had actually ENJOYED the last 8 hours!

Belzevelle, Wendy and Arzurmor were now laying naked and barely conscious together in the bathtub, as the equally naked Bhirae dutifully got them completely cleaned up.

"You Arzurmor, you are NOT going back to your squad... You are going to stay with us," Belzevelle panted in exhaustion.

"With pleasure!" Arzurmor agreed gleefully.

"Wait just a minute GIRLFRIEND! Don't I get a say in this?, I don't mind the occasional guest but I want you all to myself sometimes! Arzurmor RUINED the tickling torture game..." Wendy loudly protested.

"I didn't "ruin" it, I IMPROVED it," Arzurmor interrupted.

"Those 8 hours are set aside for MY sadistic tickling fun time with my girlfriend as the VICTIM! You completely interrupted and switched it all around, I found it fun THIS time, but I don't want this to happen every time," Wendy explained, now the only one who still had any energy left.

"That's ok, I don't mind if it's not every day, I'm easy, just love being with you girls even just occasionally," Arzurmor acquiesced.

Wendy was clearly not completely happy but reluctantly agreed.

***...

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was EXTREMELY annoyed by the presence of this man who was interfering with Wendy's plans! Belzevelle had just ENJOYED her daily "motivation" to get Wendy home!

This wasn't the plan!

The whole POINT of the daily tickle torture was to make Belzevelle so tormented that she got Wendy a ship as quickly as possible. Belzevelle was not SUPPOSED to "enjoy" herself, she was supposed to SUFFER!

Wendy gazed unhappily at the Dark Eldar male who was now laying asleep in bed with her and the sleeping Belzevelle, he had made the tickling game SO FUN for Belzevelle that she might delay or even cancel the new ship she was getting!

"Why so grouchy with me?," Arzurmor said quietly, slightly opening an eyelid.

"Because you are stealing my girlfriend," Wendy lied seamlessly.

"Rubbish, Belzevelle is NEVER going to leave you, you are everyone's favourite toy, it's madness for ANYONE to willingly give you up," Arzurmor stated bluntly.

Wendy blinked at this unapologetic pragmatic logic.

"You are trying to abandon our kabal aren't you, tickling and tickling Belzevelle until she gets you a ship, then bye bye see you later. Have you NO loyalty to your supposed girlfriend?," Arzurmor accused dangerously.

Belzevelle suddenly raised her head and looked at Wendy suspiciously, clearly actually awake throughout the entire conversation!

"What complete rubbish!" Wendy dismissed adamantly.

"You are a very skilled liar Wendy Sevenson, you would convince most but not me." Arzurmor chuckled sardonically.

Belzevelle was looking VERY angry now...

"Fuck it. FINE! Yes I want to go home! I have a family and a wife and a life back home. I never wanted to be kidnapped by the space marines in the first place and I didn't want to end up here." Wendy bitterly laid down the truth.

Belzevelle angrily slapped Wendy across the face in hurt tears.

"Oh STOP it! Do you think that I am STUPID?! The SECOND that you found out that I was a lesbian and strategically useful as a weapon, you badgered me so INCESSANTLY for a romantic relationship that I agreed just to get some fucking PEACE! You are simply using me, so I simply used you too," Wendy snapped impatiently

Arzurmor laughed.

"Well I for one simply want to fuck you girls and MAYBE extend my average life expectancy more than just a few weeks," Arzurmor said dryly.

The 3 all looked at each other.

Strange music suddenly played in all their minds, making them all exclaim in alarm.

"Sweet dreams are made of this, who has a mind to disagree, travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something, some of them want to USE you..."

"TigerLily..." Wendy said in recognition.

"I haven't finished the song yet," TigerLily's voice said unhappily in their minds.

"Oh very well," Wendy allowed.

TigerLily cleared her throat and images flashed into their minds.

"Some of them want to USE you, (images of Arzurmor, Belzevelle, Wendy, the Matriarch, the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent),"

"Some of them want to be USED by you, (images of the nuns, Sister Superior Clementine, the sisters of battle in general, Adolf Lincoln, the false Emperor, the Tau, the majority of the chaos cultist warriors of the cult of the Kilimanjaro, and random cartoon images of super heroes with "good guy" written on their chests...)"

Wendy smirked.

"Some of them want to ABUSE you, (images of Liling, Octavia's Greater Daemon of Slaanesh husband, the convicts, pretty much every Daemon of Slaanesh, the majority of the Sevenson women, Luke, Wendy's father, the vast majority of Wendy's ex wives, Mandy, and like almost every female Wendy personally new, heck the images were almost endless in fact and the song had to pause for quite a while to show them all!)"

Wendy had a good giggle at this.

"And some of them want to BE ABUSED, (images of Franklin, Octavia, Violet, Augusta, the entire male population of the Sevenson Night Lords except for Luke, several Sevenson females, and last of all TigerLily herself)"

Wendy frowned at this last verse, that was really disturbing!

The song then endlessly repeated until the three in the bed got irritated enough to all protest.

"What do you want daemon of Tzeentch?!" Arzurmor hissed in fear.

"I am merely passing through to mediate your little problem with each other. Take my advice and reconcile your differences. You all are using each other, but you all have common ground for mutual benefit," TigerLily tittered delightedly.

"I'm listening..." Arzurmor allowed.

"Wendy and Belzevelle, you are both kinky as fuck and enjoy the physical relationship. Belzevelle you gain vast material gain from continuing the relationship and you LIKE this kinky bitch, don't try to deny it. Wendy you know damn well that Belzevelle will do literally ANYTHING to maintain her hold over you, so I say do it! Tickle this spoilt brat till she shits herself and then tickle her even more!" TigerLily said insanely.

"WHAT?!" Belzevelle spluttered.

"You heard me, Belzevelle can complain all she likes but we ALL know that her hunger for power is such that she will endure ANYTHING to keep Wendy. I suggest you try shitting in her mouth next," TigerLily giggled sociopathically.

Wendy face palmed in exasperation as TigerLily continued to stir up Belzevelle without calming down the situation at all.

"Have you got anything SERIOUS to say or are you just shit stirring?," Wendy sighed amusedly.

"Is THAT all the thanks I get for getting you to crash into Commorragh in the first place?! Not even a "thanks TigerLily", nothing?,"

"Thanks TigerLily for rescuing me," Wendy said with an amused smile.

"You are very welcome. Now when you are shitting in Belzevelle's mouth be sure to..."

Wendy laughed and waited for TigerLily to get bored and be a nuisance to other people. TigerLily was an eternal sociopathic jester, always stirring up people with utterly random irritating antics.

TigerLily left their minds only after Belzevelle stopped responding to her, just as Wendy had predicted, and the three in the bed were left in peace, (though Bhirae and Kaebros had entered the room to investigate the commotion by this point).

Wendy, Belzevelle and Arzurmor looked at each other.

"TigerLily is absolutely right, no more intrigue, let's be honest. I and I alone have power in this situation. I could suck this entire kabal dry in an instant if I wished, just like I did to the White Splinter kabal. Your own kabal also DESPERATELY wants me alive, and will slaughter you if you kill me." Wendy opened.

"I could at any time walk out the door and find a new true born ally, and there is literally NOTHING you can do to stop me. I have the power and you have none. So why should I not do just that?," Wendy asked bluntly.

"I am getting you a ship," Belzevelle offered feebly.

"Your KABAL is getting the ship you mean, at this point I don't actually NEED you anymore. So why should I stay loyal to you?," Wendy asked cruelly.

"You are my girlfriend!" Belzevelle insisted with obvious terror.

"Yes, I suppose that you are..." Wendy allowed slyly.

Belzevelle almost sobbed with relief and hugged Wendy frantically.

"My girlfriend WILL sexually satisfy me or I will leave her..." Wendy drawled mercilessly.

"Maybe I will enjoy... Doing a shit... In your mouth..." Wendy smiled cruelly.

Belzevelle trembled with sick horror.

"Or maybe I won't, I guess it all depends... But it is MY decision, not yours. Agreed?," Wendy allowed lazily.

"Yes! Yes Wendy I agree!" Belzevelle squeaked.

"I want my ship ready as soon as possible. I also want all of the human women your kabal found onboard the space marine ship, ALL of them, brought to me," Wendy demanded sternly.

"Of course!" Belzevelle agreed wretchedly.

"Excellent! I am coming back here after I rejoin my family by the way, in fact, I want your kabal to build a web way gate to this district onboard my family's ship, so that I can visit you at any time. My god will be DELIGHTED to have a permanent access to Commorragh..." Wendy said sadistically.

"Please don't destroy the Dark Eldar race..." Belzevelle pleaded plaintively.

"Oh no my dear, Slaanesh doesn't want to wipe out his primary food source, far from it. Just cull "a few", very sustainable harvesting," Wendy reassured chillingly.

Belzevelle, Kaebros, Bhirae and Arzurmor all grovelled before Wendy and begged her not to do something so hideously terrible!

"Very well... IF you meet my EVERY demand. Now you WILL be making this web way gate for me, so that I can return to help MY kabal gain wealth. The Ebony Stiletto kabal will become a permanent vassal of the Sevenson warband, you will give us GOLD... LOTS of gold, millions and MILLIONS of tons of gold. You will also serve our interests inside Commorragh. In exchange I and my kin will aid you in battle against rival kabals, and we will spare Commorragh from being "harvested" by Slaanesh. Deal?," Wendy offered.

"DEAL!" The Dark Eldar all screamed in agreement.

"Excellent! Now come along girlfriend, I want to tickle you for another 8 hours all over again, this time without the boy..." Wendy purred happily.

***...