Chapter 79(orphan)
Slaaneshi Sorceresses Violet Smith and Hyacinth Sevenson sat naked on the central deck of a speeding raider craft, squawking the name of Slaanesh as they drew in the souls of thousands of hostile Dark Eldar in a wide radius.
The reeking slums of Low Commorragh sped past with blistering speed, the flight exhilarating and thrilling.
The raider craft suddenly swerved yet again to avoid a deadly ambush, and Violet and Hyacinth were slammed against the specially equipped plate metal safety walls, preventing them from falling out to their deaths.
Splinter weapon fire ricocheted off the plate metal safety walls as the pair huddled for safety, and the two psykers desperately used the power of Slaanesh to drain out even more soul-stuff from the enemy Dark Eldar.
The hellish screams of Dark Eldar sounded all around as they were agonisingly reduced to withered parched dead husks, their souls completely ripped out to feed the ravenous appetite of Slaanesh.
The screaming rapidly grew silent as every hostile Dark Eldar for a kilometre in every direction was reduced to a pile of dried out bones, utterly utterly dead beyond any hope of resurrection by a haemonculus.
The eerie silence was short lived however, as the raider craft was so savagely fast that it covered a kilometre in less than a minute, causing fresh screaming as new hostile Dark Eldar entered the range radius of the psychic soul-feasting spell.
"(Squawk)... SLAANESH SLAANESH SLAANESH... (Squawk)... SLAANESH SLAANESH SLAANESH!" Hyacinth squawked with all her might, head blazing with blindingly bright pink light.
"SLAANESH SLAANESH SLAANESH SLAANESH SLAANESH SLAANESH!" Violet screamed worshipfully in her own more human sounding voice, her own head glaring out a terribly bright pink light of Slaaneshi power.
The pair were sucking in Eldar souls like a psychic vacuum, unstoppably exterminating entire minor kabals with terrifying speed and efficiency.
The Sevenson family's Ebony Stiletto vassal kabal had been ordered by Mummy Wendy to expand it's slum territory, by no less than 100 times its previous area in fact, and Violet and Hyacinth had been requisitioned to the Kabal as a military resource to achieve this mission.
The Nightmare Asylum was still awaiting the completion of the now partially constructed promised onboard web way gate, forcing Hyacinth and Violet to travel to Low Commorragh onboard the sleek new Talon Cyriix Class frigate. The journey had not been pleasant or even fast...
The Nightmare Asylum had been originally joined by the Talon Cyriix just outside a relatively small, invisibility cloaked, floating deep space naval web way gate. TigerLily had of course known the location of this gate, being nearly omniscient after all, and had simply made sure that the Nightmare Asylum was parked outside the gate at exactly the right time to coincide with the arrival.
The Nightmare Asylum had been parked outside the gate ever since, awaiting the completion of the much smaller onboard ground traffic rated web way gate, as the Talon Cyriix Class frigate journeyed between the Nightmare Asylum and the Ebony Stiletto territory to provide logistics.
The space gate was large enough to comfortably fit the sleek one kilometre long Talon Cyriix, but the Nightmare Asylum was TWENTY kilometres long and proportionally wide and high for a battleship this length, it didn't have a hope in hell of fitting through a delicate little minor Eldar space raiding gate designed with frigates in mind!
The Talon Cyriix frigate hadn't even been fully completed yet, it had only the bare minimum functioning required to fly. No paint job, no working plumbing beyond buckets to toilet in, no nonessential electrical wiring yet complete, no climate control, no showers, no running water (,just preloaded bottled water to drink), the bare minimum life support, artificial gravity only working on a few vital decks (, the buckets were VERY deliberately located on these decks), in short the Talon Cyriix had been absolutely woeful to travel aboard!
The journey in the Talon Cyriix frigate had taken a full ten hours, ten miserable hours of very slowly and carefully navigating a narrow maze of extremely tight web way tunnels into the crappy slums of Low Commorragh. The bigger web way tunnels that went for the vast majority of the actual distance of the trip had taken maybe ten minutes to traverse, but these tunnels all led to the ports of MUCH more prosperous parts of Commorragh than the reeking slums of the Ebony Stiletto.
The Talon Cyriix frigate had been unhappily forced to leave the lovely, wide, and well maintained dedicated space ship tunnels as soon as they got near a turnoff into the slum districts, and had then spent ten hellish hours trying to navigate the (relatively) huge frigate through a narrow and irregular slum, a slum that had NEVER been designed with STARSHIP traffic in mind!
It was a testament to the reflexes and dexterity of Dark Eldar pilots that the frigate could even safely complete this journey at all without fiery collisions, it would have been suicide with human pilots!
Well however unpleasant and downright terrifying the journey had been, the two sisters were here now, and had been hard at work wreaking havoc on enemies ever since they arrived about an hour ago.
Violet felt her own soul blazing with power as she fed on a small fraction of the Dark Eldar souls that Slaanesh was sucking in, she had ALMOST enough to begin a personal ritual task for Mummy Wendy.
Hyacinth read her mind and shook her head, the required power was not yet reached.
Violet nodded and simply continued feeding on souls by the thousands, it would be wise to gather more power than they needed just to be safe.
Violet could only guess at how many rival kabals were now completely annihilated, the raider craft was simply zigzagging through as much enemy territory as possible as quickly and thoroughly as possible, leaving only dry dead bones in their wake.
It was a genocide, completely depopulating vast areas of slum in preparation for the advancing armies of Ebony Stiletto warriors. Only the completely non-hostile half born Dark Eldar slaves remained alive in these slums, Slaanesh himself knew the hearts of each individual Dark Eldar, and Slaanesh drained the souls of only those that Slaanesh deemed a threat, leaving the extremely valuable slaves intact for the Ebony Stiletto.
The Ebony Stiletto kabal would soon control a hundred times their original "turf", and be hopefully a hundred times richer as a result. The lion's share of this new wealth would then go straight to the Sevensons, but even then the Ebony Stiletto would make such a large profit from their small fraction of the wealth, that they would still be many times richer than they had ever been before, it was a mutually beneficial alliance.
At this rate the Nightmare Asylum would soon be able to refill their treasuries, Mummy Wendy had BIG plans for her new kabal, they were going to become the new kings of this particular patch of the endless slums. The wealth of Low Commorragh would be ripped out and given back to the galaxy from which it had originally been stolen.
Violet smiled greedily, imagining her own tiny share of the spoils, she and her fiancé Franklin would maybe be able to afford their very own palace from this!
(Squawk)... Now!" Hyacinth prompted.
Violet nodded and she and Hyacinth focused their hoarded Dark Eldar soul power on a horrifying whip on the floor between them.
The sisters cast blazing pink power in a blinding glare into the whip, so bright that the raider pilot had to stop as the light temporarily blinded him.
The whip was an exquisitely well made thing, lovingly made by the finest Dark Eldar whip-smiths, long and sleek, light and perfectly balanced, toned and shaped to be superbly controlled in the hand that held it. This whip would strike EXACTLY where you aimed it, never missing, never inaccurate, exquisitely lightweight yet still striking with hellish force from the laziest flick of the wrist.
This whip had been tailor made with great care for Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson herself, from the finest of synthetic polymer materials. It's handle was supple but perfectly waterproof, it's entire form completely shiny jet black in colour.
Along the rim of the handle the supple black polymer was embossed with the word "TORMENT" in raised letters of the same exquisite black polymer. On the penis head shaped pommel of the whip handle was engraved an intricate pattern of six elegantly shaped Slaanesh symbols, and on the "rim" of the penis head pommel was written "WENDY SEVENSON" in elegant flowing script.
This delectable whip was to be the new personal daemon weapon of Wendy Sevenson, bearing the name "Torment" like it's predecessor. The process of creating a really good quality daemon weapon worthy of Mummy Wendy was not easy or taken lightly, only the BEST would satisfy the arrogant Slaanesh Champion.
Into this whip Violet and Hyacinth poured the sadistic cruelty of many many THOUSANDS of Dark Eldar souls, poured into it an insatiable lust for pain and suffering, poured in a sadism beyond even Liling, a cruelty that could NEVER be satisfied.
Together the two sisters shaped this growing entity of pure sadism, moulding and nurturing it into a budding sentient being, working and crafting the essence of a newborn daemonette, a daemonette they had just created out of pure sadism.
They told this daemonette that her name was Torment, told her that Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was her absolute master, told her that she existed to cause as much pain as possible to all she touched, but must never grant mortals the mercy of death, only daemons.
With great care they grew and shaped this being of pure sadism, filling it with terrible unholy purpose, strengthening the entity with the terrible power of so many Dark Eldar souls.
After a long and carefully meticulous ritual the Daemon Whip Torment was completed to perfection, and it's elegant length immediately supernaturally distorted with unholy demonic pure evil.
Violet experimentally touched Torment's handle with one finger...
"FUCK THAT HURT!" Violet shrieked in agony as every pain receptor in her finger activated with maximum agony!
"Shit that's WORSE than the scorpion venom!" Violet hissed in pain, sucking on her poor fingertip.
"(Squawk)... Aunty Wendy... Will be... (Squawk)... Delighted," Hyacinth approved happily.
"Yeah I guess, ow, oh my finger still hurts! Help me move this whip out of the way," Violet asked Hyacinth hopefully.
Hyacinth was understandably hesitant to touch the terrible possessed whip, and gingerly used one of her own shed long feathers to very cautiously lift Torment into an open metal crate harnessed to the floor.
Hyacinth shrieked in piercing agony like a tortured bird as she clumsily accidentally touched the whip, dropping it back out of the crate!
"(Squawk)... YOU do it!" Hyacinth screeched in agony.
Violet shook her head adamantly.
"(Squawk)... Let's just... Leave it there," Hyacinth suggested fearfully.
Violet and Hyacinth were both sitting fearfully on the deck just behind Torment now, they edged back as far as they could down the deck from the accursed thing, it should be safe to just leave Torment there right?
The raider craft pilot suddenly gunned the engine with explosive acceleration!
Violet and Hyacinth both screamed in horror as the extremely lightweight whip was caught by the wind and flew towards them!
Violet and Hyacinth were instantly hopelessly tangled up in the daemon whip!
As one the two sisters screamed in the agony of the damned as the awful whip tortured the naked skin it touched, cruel Slaanesh that hurt like FUCK!
The raider craft was stationary once again as the shrieking sisters desperately tried to disentangle themselves from the sadistic thing, the raider craft pilot had just caused this ON PURPOSE!
Violet managed to escape, but the clumsy Hyacinth was helplessly tangled up, and only getting more trapped as she struggled. She was SCREAMING!
Violet wanted to help, but...
"You pilot! Rescue Hyacinth at once!" Violet ordered as she noticed him smirking cruelly.
The Dark Eldar pilot blanched and flatly refused.
"Help her! This is your LAST warning!" Violet threatened, making her head blaze with pink energy in deadly warning.
The Dark Eldar pilot reluctantly obeyed, and experimentally touched the whip with his gloved hands.
"Ah, it cannot penetrate my gloves," the Dark Eldar pilot exclaimed in gleeful relief, and very quickly got Hyacinth disentangled from Torment and put the whip safely away in the crate.
Hyacinth was crying too much to speak for a while, but she eventually recovered enough to continue sucking in souls.
Violet got ready the next daemon weapon Mummy Wendy had commissioned, this one an exquisitely high quality giant bright pink synthetic material feather...
The feather was over a meter in length, was extremely springy and high tensile strength in its stem core, but with soft and EXTREMELY tickly long synthetic plumes radiating from the core stem.
On one side of the stem was engraved 6 elegant Slaanesh symbols and the words "OCTAVIA ANTONY SEVENSON" in elegant flowing script. On the other side were engraved another six Slaanesh symbols and the word "TITILLATION".
"Titillation" the feather was a sister implement to "Torment" the whip, and was to be a surprise present to Mummy Octavia for her upcoming birthday.
Like Torment Titillation was exquisitely well crafted by the finest Dark Eldar craftsmanship, superbly balanced, waterproof, so springy that no amount of bending would damage its perfect straightness. It was the PERFECT feather for any tickling enthusiast, and Mummy Octavia would absolutely LOVE it!
Violet and Hyacinth once again drew on the power of Dark Eldar souls, but didn't need as many this time. Titillation was purely a fetish toy rather than a weapon, it's only purpose in life was to tickle as much as possible the people it stroked.
Into this feather Violet and Hyacinth formed a very different type of sadism, a merciless cruel pitiless sadism, but not sadism for pain...
Really it couldn't be more obvious what Titillation was sadistic for.
When Titillation was complete she became demonically distorted just like her sister implement Torment.
Violet and Hyacinth exchanged a look, extremely hesitant about touching the distorted daemon feather.
Violet eventually touched Titillation with a fingertip...
Violet was not at all surprised when she howled with laughter, oh Slaanesh that TICKLED so TERRIBLY!
"Mummy Octavia is going to LOVE this!" Violet giggled, her finger still tingling from the earlier touch.
Violet and Hyacinth got the Dark Eldar to stow away this feather for them too, and they got started on the wedding rings for Mummy Wendy and Adolf Lincoln.
There were 4 rings in total, one for Mummy Wendy, one for Adolf, one for Mummy Octavia, and even one for Belzevelle.
At the upcoming wedding these four daemon rings would be given and worn, granting abilities that would greatly improve the sexual problems of each of the four lovers.
To Belzevelle would be given a ring engraved with the words, "Freedom in submission", as well as her name Belzevelle. Into this ring was bound a newborn entity that would grant an EXTREMELY precious ability to Belzevelle, but only for as long as she remained submissively devoted to Mummy Wendy.
"Freedom in submission" would shield Belzevelle's soul from the leaching power of Slaanesh, and even fully quench it at all times! Even better it would make it impossible for Belzevelle to feed off the souls of others for as long as she wore it, letting non-Slaanesh worshippers like Adolf safely suffer in her presence!
To Adolf would be given a ring engraved with the words, "the Chaste submissive husband", as well as his name. Into this ring was bound a newborn daemonette that would completely bind Adolf's sexual responses to Mummy Wendy's will.
"The Chaste submissive husband" would allow Adolf to completely shrug off Mummy Octavia's lust aura if Mummy Wendy willed it. Adolf would be INCAPABLE of sexual unfaithfulness without Mummy Wendy's express will, making him basically immune to Mummy Octavia or any other woman but Mummy Wendy herself.
To Mummy Octavia would be given a ring engraved with the words, "the Eternal slave", as well as her name. This ring would greatly improve the ability to resurrect Mummy Octavia's body completely intact while Mummy Wendy was still alive, making host bodies like Adolf no longer needed for a successful resurrection.
"The Eternal slave" would give Mummy Octavia an extreme supernatural healing factor, and enable Mummy Wendy to reshape Mummy Octavia's body at will, making cosmetic surgery no longer needed. Mummy Octavia's very flesh would be Mummy Wendy's slave for possibly all eternity! It was so WONDERFUL!
And finally to Mummy Wendy would be given a ring engraved with the words, "the Loving Dominatrix", a ring of terrible power that would amplify her existing powers and let her dominate her three lovers completely.
"The Loving Dominatrix" would most precious of all make Mummy Wendy sexually attracted to Adolf if he was wearing his own ring, completely bypassing her natural LESBIANISM! It was to be her greatest gift to him for the wedding, the ability to respond sexually to him even without a woman present!
By Slaanesh it was so romantic!
Violet and Hyacinth needed more souls than ever to complete these rings, and greatly accelerated the soul harvesting genocide. Their victims were Dark Eldar kabalite warriors, beings even more depraved than all but the worst of the Sevensons, creatures that literally existed solely off the misery and suffering of sentient creatures. Against such monsters the sisters felt little pity, they ALL deserved to die like this.
Thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, it didn't matter. Slaanesh was ravenously hungry for their souls, and a small fraction of this soul energy could be used to craft neat things.
The wailing soul stuff of dying multitudes of Dark Eldar surged into these elegantly crafted rings, the rings made of purest priceless rhodium of Lavender Furnace and plated with the finest Lavender Furnace white gold.
Death after death the power in the rings grew, terrible unholy power of Slaanesh, the power to grant supernatural abilities for millennia to come without need of recharging. The warp itself would gradually recharge these rings, but only slowly, requiring an initial investment of such terrible power to keep them charged enough for long periods of constant use between charging during inactivity.
Violet and Hyacinth tried not to think about the death and extermination they were causing, they were clearing new turf endlessly, faster than the Ebony Stiletto kabal could even secure it. It just had to be done for Mummy Wendy's plans.
The sisters lay with each other in ritual orgy as they poured ever more power into the daemon rings, the ritual was insatiably hungry for more souls and more Slaanesh worship.
Violet tasted the shit in Hyacinth's single lower hole as she inserted her tongue deep inside, and moaned the name of Slaanesh as this incestuous lesbian lust fed the ritual even more.
Hyacinth's own mouth was pleasuring Violet's more human reproductive opening, and Violet moaned in growing orgasm...
Hyacinth's lower hole then awkwardly farted all over Violet's tongue at this worst possible moment!
Violet desperately held onto her vanishing orgasm, grossed out by this sex fart, and managed to bring herself back from losing it...
Hyacinth was farting again!
Cruel SLAANESH, what was Hyacinth EATING! YUCK that was a FILTHY smelling fart!
Violet recoiled in horror, completely losing her orgasm!
The energy blazed in a tempest of arcane fury, the ritual was BROKEN!
Violet and Hyacinth both screamed as they fought off the deadly perils of the warp!
The Dark Eldar pilot screamed as his head exploded from the rapidly escaping psychic energy the sisters were venting. The raider was careening out of control!
The sisters screamed in fear as the raider crashed through the wall of a decrepit slum building!
Titillation and Torment sprung free of the crate and tangled up Hyacinth!
Violet screamed in dismay and deliberately took the full brunt of the psychic holocaust as Hyacinth was distracted, selflessly sparing her from the perils of the warp.
Violet was now trying to contain twice as much power!
Violet desperately cast random spells, using up the excess power as quickly as possible.
Dead Dark Eldar bodies and skeletons all around her began to rise to their feet, as Violet cast terrible powerful spells of blackest necromancy.
Violet had never before tried to raise this many dead at the same time before, she couldn't control them!
Gunfire and screaming rang out as undead kabalite warriors fired their splinter rifles at still living half born slaves...
Violet still had too much power to hold and desperately cast even more spells before she could be ripped apart from the power!
The freshly dead slaves were now rising too and joining in on the attack against the living, causing an ever bigger undead army!
Oh Slaanesh this was NOT the plan!
Violet screamed in pain from the terrible power and desperately cast even more spells, deliberately wasting energy as quickly as possible.
Entire extinct kabals were now returning from the dead, their parched skeletons still inside their previous body glove uniforms, weapons still in hand...
The distant Ebony Stiletto warriors were now shouting in alarm as an undead army attacked them!
Violet gathered the last remaining power and cast a control spell to bind as many dead as possible to her will, screaming out the terrible words of the spell.
Her throat was burning from the unholy words, these words carried such power that to merely SAY them caused agonising burning in the throats that uttered them!
Violet spat out the filthy words as quickly as possible, her throat raw and sore.
Her mind snapped into instant contact with tens of thousands of parched skeletons, binding the things to her blasphemous Slaaneshi will.
The power was now vented to a safe level! Violet had somehow SURVIVED!
Violet was now in control of an army of the dead, one that was currently fighting against an even bigger army of dead that she didn't control...
Violet looked to Hyacinth, she was still tangled up in Torment and Titillation, screaming with equal parts pain and laughter.
Even as Violet watched, Hyacinth crapped herself from the pain and titillation, squeezing out a huge white bird poo! Oh Slaanesh that STANK!
Violet very carefully rescued her sister from Titillation and Torment, borrowing the gloves from the dead pilot to do so. Hyacinth continued weeping uncontrollably for a while afterwards, and Violet simply focused on trying to save as much of her undead army as possible by use of retreating tactics.
Hyacinth was then recovered enough to join Violet, and she spat her own words of power, binding even more dead to her own will.
Violet and Hyacinth joined together in sucking in the souls of thousands of half born slaves all around them, and used this power to together bind the entire mass of undead to their collective will.
The Ebony Stiletto kabal warriors were still attacking the undead, but the sisters got the undead to drop their weapons and use hand gestures of peace, until the Ebony Stiletto warriors cautiously held their fire.
"(Squawk)... That's one way... To build... (Squawk)... Our kabal army!" Hyacinth joked facetiously.
Violet giggled, she wasn't wrong there.
***...
"I'm SO happy those fucking rings are FINALLY done," Violet told Hyacinth in the bath with Bhirae in Belzevelle's family condo that night.
"(Squawk)... Me too... We should... (Squawk)... Get rings too... For our effort!" Hyacinth agreed pouting.
"Maybe I should get daemon rings for my distant wedding with Franklin?," Violet giggled.
"(Squawk)... Fucking boy!... Burns me... (Squawk)... For being... A mutant... (Squawk)... Then he... MARRIES YOU!" Hyacinth swore indignantly.
"He is a massive hypocrite I know, but I prefer to think that this shows that he has changed. It's actually really special and romantic that such a mutant hating bigot would end up falling in love with a mutant," Violet opined.
"(Squawk)... Maybe if... YOU had been... (Squawk)... Burned it'd... Be romantic!... (Squawk)... For me... It SUCKS!... (Squawk)... In pain... CONSTANTLY!" Hyacinth replied bitterly.
"Why don't you just get plastic surgery to get back to normal?," Violet asked curiously.
"(Squawk)... With LILING!? I'd rather... (Squawk)... Stay burned!" Hyacinth explained with a shudder.
Violet shuddered in horror and nodded, extremely extensive full body plastic surgery at the hands of the super sadistic Liling would be a whole new definition of utterly hellish pain! Hyacinth had a genuine point there.
"(Squawk)... When we're... Back home in... (Squawk)... Dark Tropic... I'll use... (Squawk)... Dr Sharma..." Hyacinth explained.
Violet nodded in understanding, Dr Ian Sharma was the exact opposite of Liling, a Slaaneshi chaos cultist Dr who (remarkably) never EVER tortured his patients! He was only of very average skill, not the preternatural ability of Liling, but if you wanted anaesthetic then he was the doctor for you.
"I miss Dark Tropic, I can't wait to get back to swimming," Violet said conversationally.
"(Squawk)... I'll be happy... To just... (Squawk)... Enjoy some peace..." Hyacinth mused.
"Not to mention the shopping malls, we have missed an entire YEAR of fashions! My wardrobe would be a positive embarrassment back home," Violet added.
"(Squawk)... I will... Buy plush toys..." Hyacinth said happily.
"You are so adorable with those plush toys of yours. You should just WEAR a plush toy onesie, it would look so CUTE!" Violet giggled.
Hyacinth giggled too, and relaxed comfortably in the warm water.
Violet floated over closer in the massive luxurious marble bathtub, and ran a hand over her sister, feeling her burned breasts.
Hyacinth didn't react at all to this sexual touching, they were both devout Slaanesh worshippers, and had continual daily sex together anyway just to perform the arcane Slaaneshi rituals for their occult jobs. A surprising number of sorcerous Slaanesh rituals could only be performed by having the performing psykers have sex with each other, it was a "work" requirement.
Violet played with Hyacinth's nipples, not performing a ritual just having fun. Hyacinth tolerated the touching without comment, merely relaxing with her eyes closed.
"You really should get a boob job sis, small tits are SERIOUSLY out of fashion these days. You need more cleavage to wear half the new fashion styles nowadays," Violet suggested.
"(Squawk)... Entire family... Has boob-jobs... (Squawk)... I can... Be unique..." Hyacinth chuckled softly.
"Liling's got even smaller tits than you," Violet pointed out.
"(Squawk)... Then go... Bug HER..." Hyacinth retorted cheekily.
Violet giggled.
"Liling would do TERRIBLE things to me if I told her she needs cosmetic surgery," Violet laughed.
"(Squawk)... But you... Tell ME..." Hyacinth teased, sticking out her tongue at Violet.
Violet caught hold of Hyacinth's tongue tightly between her thumb and forefinger, and held it immobile just long enough to lick and kiss the tip of her tongue before releasing it.
Hyacinth giggled at Violet's silliness.
"When you get back to Dark Tropic and get your skin fixed up, at least think about getting a boob job, give me more to play with at work," Violet said seriously, cupping Hyacinth's breasts disappointedly.
Hyacinth gave a noncommittal shrug.
Violet explored Hyacinth's body with her hands, the pair worked together so much that Violet knew every last inch of Hyacinth's body very intimately.
Violet slipped a hand between Hyacinth's legs...
Hyacinth shook her head after a few moments, and Violet removed her hand from this area. Poor Hyacinth was extremely sensitive in her single lower hole, and didn't always enjoy being touched there.
Violet picked up a shaving razor from the side rim of the bath and dutifully got to work clean shaving Hyacinth's body feathers.
Hyacinth lazily raised an arm, and Violet carefully shaved away the barely noticeable feather bristles, keeping them absolutely short and armpits silky smooth.
Violet erotically licked the shaved armpit, feeling with her tongue for any slight bristles remaining. Violet then very carefully shaved away the few her tongue discovered.
"You don't want me to try a different style?," Violet asked as she carefully sculpted Hyacinth's rainbow plume of pubic feathers.
"(Squawk)... Jack likes... It already..." Hyacinth squawked calmly.
"Ok sis," Violet said and didn't change anything.
"Do you think I should completely shave off my little strip of pubes?, Think Franklin wants me clean shaven?," Violet asked, looking at her own little bright blue "landing strip" of short well groomed pubic hair, actual blue hair rather than feathers.
"(Squawk)... Either shave... Or dye it... (Squawk)... Franklin likes... LESS "mutant" looking," Hyacinth sighed honestly.
Violet frowned.
"You are actually right I fear, maybe I should dye my head feathers a "natural" colour like black or blonde or something?," Violet fretted.
"(Squawk)... Or SHAVE and... Wear a wig!" Hyacinth teased giggling.
Violet snorted at this suggestion.
"Oh don't even joke about that, he might just do that you know," Violet giggled.
"(Squawk)... What you... See in him?... (Squawk)... WORST bigot... I ever met!" Hyacinth asked shaking her head.
"It's just the brain washing that made him so bad, underneath he is really sweet," Violet explained honestly.
"(Squawk)... Franklin's not... Your father... (Squawk)... You have... Daddy issues..." Hyacinth began.
"HEY! That was uncalled for!" Violet interrupted defensively.
"(Squawk)... Your father... Sigmund was... (Squawk)... A MASSIVE... Mutant hating... (Squawk)... Emperor worshipping... Puritanical bigot... (Squawk)... Who never... Approved of you!... (Squawk)... Winning Franklin's... Approval won't... (Squawk)... Resolve your... Daddy issues!" Hyacinth implored Violet desperately.
Violet went deathly quiet, filled with terrible inner pain and conflict from these DEEPLY personal and hurtful words. She didn't even know how to formulate a response, she was just too upset to even think right now.
Hyacinth attempted to speak further, but Violet simply left the bathtub, needing to be away from Hyacinth for a while until Violet calmed down.
Violet wrapped a towel around herself and went out onto the balcony to sit and brood, tears now in her eyes.
Violet DID have the Daddy issues from hell, being the mutant psyker daughter of an intolerant puritan had done TERRIBLE things to Violet's self esteem, desperately seeking approval from a father who hated the way she had been born.
Apart from her father Sigmund Smith, Violet's primary father figure had been her male-domination obsessed stepfather "Daddy Luke", which hadn't been exactly ideal either.
The only semi-healthy male role model she had a close bond with was her psychotic stepbrother Augusta, but he was only a little bit older than her and had been more of a big brother rather than a father. As a result of all these Daddy issues Violet had MASSIVE issues with men, and craved the approval of male authority figures above all else.
Violet DID see Augusta as a dominant male authority figure, he was her "big brother" and had tickled the living PISS out of her with his "patented atomic death tickles" as a child! To this day she was never safe from his mischievous tickles and was naturally submissive towards him as a result.
Violet had tried everything to seduce Augusta to be her boyfriend, but he just didn't seem to see her that way. He wanted to protect her rather than fuck her, and this had hugely frustrated Violet's overwhelming need to use sex to somehow make her father approve of her back as a child!
Violet sobbed angry tears, not wanting Hyacinth's words to be true. But they probably WERE true, and that just pissed Violet off even more!
Franklin Sevenson was only 13 years old and should by rights be of no sexual interest to her until he grew up. She could have her pick of ANY of the single marines in the entire warband, she was considered intoxicatingly desirable by everyone, but she had fallen for this misanthropic emotionally messed up little shit?
Hot girls like Violet almost never "settled" for garbage guys like Franklin, the mere thought was just wishful thinking by the "losers" of the male population. Violet was in her mid twenties, was hot, slim, busty, sexy, had sex enhancing psychic powers, and was relentlessly courted by huge strong handsome men. In short Violet was one of the popular girls.
Franklin on the other hand was thirteen, creepy, misanthropic, bigoted, hate filled, had an entire pit crew of deeply suspicious nuns to stop any fun before it started, had the emotional baggage from hell, was a living saint of the horrifying false Emperor, was a complete pain in the ass at almost any social gathering, heck the list went on and on!
Even the Sevenson women who had CONVERTED to Franklin's religion were not lining up to date the little misanthrope, and that alone was a HUGE giveaway that he was utterly crap boyfriend material!
Violet had SERIOUS problems it seemed! The sexy hot popular girls were meant to date the sexy hot popular guys, NOT the creepy barely pubescent new guy that people deliberately tried to avoid!
Ugly ass Nurgle worshippers were the ones who were all about seeing the "inner beauty" in people, Franklin would have had no problems getting a reeking bloated Nurgle girl, but Violet worshipped SLAANESH, the god of hot sexy popular gorgeous desirable people!
Slaanesh worshippers would FUCK literally anything, but extremely hot Slaanesh beauties almost NEVER got MARRIED to the dregs at the bottom of the dating barrel! She was supposed to be SHALLOW!
Franklin was the sort of boy that would only be noticed by the fuckable women, AFTER, some far less fuckable woman settled on him and fixed him up enough for a hot Slaaneshi woman to want to steal! Violet was BREAKING this entire cycle of perpetual "boyfriend theft" that was the norm in Slaaneshi cultures!
Hyacinth was RIGHT! Violet was only interested in Franklin because he was so similar to her father!
Violet was engaged to an almost carbon copy of her dad, she desperately wanted Franklin to approve of her to satisfy the yearning of the little girl deep inside her heart! Oh Slaanesh she was such a FOOL!
"(Squawk)... Wanna talk?," Hyacinth asked gently, hobbling onto the balcony to join her.
Violet nodded and embraced her sister in a tight hug.
