Chapter 91(orphan)

Choppy Tits was extremely, EXTREMELY, relieved to be now reassigned away from the dangerous front lines, as more expendable Dark Eldar half born warriors were armed in mass to replace the valuable loyal Slaanesh worshipping convicts.

The war had cost nearly a BILLION lives so far! Thankfully the majority were just Dark Eldar lives lost, but even still, over a HUNDRED MILLION convicts were now dead! It was horrific to lose so many of their own!

The convicts had been close to rebellion when Champion Wendy finally returned a few hours ago from her dark business on Temperis. Champion Wendy was no fool, and she had pulled back all convicts from the immediate front lines to perform other duties. The convicts LOVED Champion Wendy, she was gorgeous as fuck and forever looking out for them ever since rescuing them from captivity.

Choppy Tits was currently assigned to a "combat engineer" role, basically attempting to connect the entire occupied territories together with a single unified electricity grid. This was no small task.

Choppy Tits had very little idea how this all worked, and even less idea about what the rest of the territory was doing. All she knew was to plug the black wires in the black plug sockets and the red wires in the red plug sockets. The wires were insulated and coloured, and the plugs and sockets had different shapes for different colours so you couldn't mix them up.

The plugs and sockets locked together with a special twist, letting them bear the weight of long heavy hanging wires, and you could lock heaps of shorter wires together to make really REALLY long wires if you wanted.

Choppy Tits was currently flying with a black wire to plug it into a hard to reach place. She wasn't entirely sure why this wire went into this particular place, it was all like confusing magic to her. Even the daemonette part of Choppy Tits was largely unfamiliar with mortal technology, only the more higher ranking Slaanesh daemons learned about such academic things, Tits just fought and fucked.

The wire crackled brightly as it was plugged into place and locked with a twist. Choppy Tits moaned sensuously and was tempted to lick the live electrical connection, but had been warned that this was potentially lethal to her and ESPECIALLY lethal to the mortal baby in her partially daemonic womb.

She sighed disappointedly and did not lick, instead flying off to be given her next assignment by a Dark Eldar foreman slave standing on a nearby sky bridge.

Choppy Tits licked the foreman's face in greeting, and attempted to initiate sex with him. The foreman angrily shoved her off him, and shouted fresh work orders at her.

Choppy Tits obeyed disappointedly, dutifully doing her work for the exquisite Champion Wendy. Champion Wendy was a true devotee of blessed Slaanesh, and had earned the trust of Choppy Tits and the vast majority of the other convicts.

Choppy Tits was rather bare of belongings at the moment, having given up all her weapons and other military equipment to a field armoury for redistribution. Every weapon was precious with the recent arms shortages, and only soldiers who were actually in combat roles got to have weapons right now. The only thing Choppy Tits had left was her necklace.

Choppy Tits didn't mind, she would MUCH rather be an unarmed noncombatant in this horrid ongoing war. She was (now) a female after all, not to mention pregnant, and preferred fucking over fighting if given the choice.

Choppy Tits dutifully worked as directed in assembling this power grid, not sure exactly how much she was really achieving but feeling quite cheerful doing it regardless.

At least she wasn't getting shot at anymore...

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Torment cracked deafeningly in one of the halls of blood in Low Commorragh, as Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson brutally flogged her screaming sluts to make them work faster.

This hall of blood was just one of countless many in the central territory of the Ebony Stiletto stronghold district, a multipurpose barracks of sorts, originally for kabalite half born warriors. Wendy had then simply commandeered this building as a command centre for her new civilian infrastructure projects, and was trying desperately to improve the logistics and infrastructure of the entire Ebony Stiletto territories.

Sevenson sluts were weeping in agony as Wendy's daemon whip flogged them unceasingly with hellish pain, and Wendy degraded and verbally abused the crying submissive sluts to make their suffering even more exquisite.

The communication devices were going crazy as sobbing sluts talked to people and organised things, vast amounts of wires and other materials were ordered from local green skin slave labor factories, and huge logistics were organised to get everything delivered as needed.

Wendy sneered with sadistic arrogance as she stalked her command centre, ruthlessly seeking out and abusing every slut in the entire building, letting none at all escape her cruelty.

Sluts who were busy desperately worked harder, and sluts with nothing to do grovelled before her and licked her shoes in humiliation, sobbing as she mercilessly flogged them.

Wendy was completely wet in her exalted cunt as she dominated and abused her crying sluts, without pity or mercy as she made the eager masochists sob uncontrollably in humiliation and suffering.

Wendy assertively grabbed random women by the pussy, demonically powerful fingers easily ripping open leather and latex outfits like wet paper, completely exposing the vaginas underneath with no regard for the clothing being damaged.

Wendy's cruel fingers met only copious wetness on every pussy, the masochistic sluts were all wet and aroused from Wendy's sadistic treatment, all utterly turned on by the cruel dominatrix who was abusing them. Wendy had not yet checked the pussies of most of her sluts today to check for wetness, and decided to save some time.

"SLUTS! Raise your hand if you are currently wet for me," Wendy loudly ordered.

Every slut in the room instantly raised a hand.

Wendy smiled arrogantly and resumed flogging sluts for fun, verbally humiliating them and sexually molesting them.

Wendy met no resistance at all, met nothing but wet pussies and grovelling submission, she could do whatever she liked and these sluts would take it.

Wendy resisted the urge to have an orgy with these aroused women, they all had important work to do. Such a pity.

Wendy settled for getting pleasure from their pain and suffering, and just continued walking amongst them, whip cracking endlessly on slut after slut.

Wendy moaned and got so wet that fluid was dripping on the floor off her "flossing" G string.

"Mistress Wendy, the grid is now 1 percent finished!" A slut announced loudly.

"Good slut!" Wendy beamed and kissed the woman passionately for a few seconds before pushing her away again.

Wendy sauntered over to her crawling naked woman chair, and admired the highly disciplined slut for a moment, a hot busty girl with long bright red dyed hair, completely still with flawless discipline.

Wendy crouched right down in front of her chair's face, and roughly grabbed her hair, tilting up her perfectly submissive face. Wendy arrogantly licked the side of her face, making the chair moan sexually.

Wendy made out with her chair for about a minute with open mouthed tongue kissing, chasing her tongue around in circles in her mouth. The chair was completely sexually receptive to her beloved Slaanesh Champion, and warmly complied with Wendy's dominance.

Wendy broke the kiss, leaving the chair looking extremely turned on and flustered, and Wendy sat down on her chair without a word.

Wendy mercilessly rammed the handle of Torment inside the chair's pussy as the daemon whip's usual "holster", and the chair shrieked unceasingly in absolute hellish agony, but was too perfectly disciplined to otherwise move.

The work sluts all relaxed slightly to see Torment holstered like this, and focused on their work without the distraction of Wendy delighting them with suffering and humiliation, all of them ignoring the piercing screams from the chair.

Wendy arrogantly checked her nails as the chair sobbed and howled in agony, making sure she hadn't chipped a nail.

The web way wars were currently at a slightly losing stalemate, with the Ebony Stiletto very gradually losing tiny amounts of territory, never able to regain lost territory now that the rival kabals had had time to get momentum.

The rival kabals had learned from experience that Wendy's soul draining powers were only effective against Eldar, and they had learned to only use armies of hired xenos mercenaries in order to counter Wendy's terrible power! Wendy was powerless to stop such foes!

At the moment the huge numbers of armed Dark Eldar half born new recruits were blunting the advance of these mercenary armies, but they were slowly but surely losing ground over time, and would lose the war eventually if nothing else changed.

Wendy needed guns and the resources to get guns, she needed BILLIONS of additional weapons to arm an army big enough to completely hold all the remaining territory!

Temperis had helped, she had gotten close to a billion guns from Temperis by the end, the vast majority was just under hive junk like home made shotguns and stub pistols, but she had also obtained several million lasguns and other military grade weaponry, a MASSIVE help in slowing down the enemy advance.

With her territory fixed and shrinking, Wendy had decided to simply make her existing territory BETTER, increasing productivity with badly needed infrastructure.

Wendy was currently ordering all of her available human minions to rapidly construct a single unified power grid, to connect the entire territory power supplies together, hopefully vastly increasing cabbage production with additional light. Low Commorragh was a DARK place, far far too dark for even the cabbages to grow without electric lights.

At present the territory was a vast patchwork of disconnected grids, with some few districts having wasted surplus power, whilst the vast majority of the slums had only what feeble watts they could generate with small wind turbines spinning in tiny little local air drafts. By connecting all these grids together, the farmers would have more watts to grow more cabbages, especially if the Nightmare Asylum itself could be added to the grid, with its massive, heavily radiation shielded, multi-terawatt deuterium-deuterium plasma fusion reactor core.

It was perhaps not a particularly "exciting" solution to just build infrastructure, but increasing food production would greatly increase the amount of guns they could buy from distant kabals who sold weapons, and win the war far more certainly than any military solution would.

As the legendary ancient military strategist Sun Tzu once so wisely said, "war is expensive". This remarkably simple statement had never ceased to be true in the whole of history, and was true right now. This war was SERIOUSLY expensive!

Wendy needed to be able to make more wealth than all her opponents combined to hold her prize, she needed to more efficiently use every resource at her disposal, as quickly and simply as possible.

It wasn't using anything "cool", like some exotic machines powered by pure raw skub and made up science fiction words. It wasn't done by fight scenes, heroic speeches, or crazy gambles by a single individual. That shit rarely ever worked.

The way to victory was the boring faceless pragmatic way, with billions of faceless individuals working collectively together on extremely boring infrastructure projects. It took wires, roads, pipes and other boring low tech things, it took simple and easy tricks to increase efficiency.

The wires alone, even without the Nightmare Asylum or any other new power supplies, would be able to cut down on wasted surplus power and noticeably increase cabbage yields. With extra cabbages they could afford extra guns, and be more likely to win the war.

This sort of boring administrative pragmatism was what Wendy did best, simply organising massive numbers of people to do extremely boring tasks that actually got things done.

The mathematics of the territory was simple. It was a spherical volume slightly over 2500 kilometres in radius. Volume of a sphere equals 3/4 times Pi times the radius to the power of 3, so for a radius of approximately 2500 kilometres the volume equalled approximately 65.4 billion cubic kilometres of volume!

Wiring together a volume this vast was no small task, especially given the diverse power grids involved.

To be honest Wendy was confused as to how the thermodynamics of Commorragh as a whole even worked. These 65 billion cubic kilometres of volume were extremely densely populated, and this entire volume was not even 1 percent of 1 percent of the total volume of Commorragh, most of which was similarly densely populated.

Given that Eldar were warm blooded creatures of human size and shape, with quite similar biochemistry and metabolic systems, each individual Dark Eldar should be giving off at least 100 watts of body heat at all times. Given that Slaanesh only knows how many of these creatures were crammed into every cubic kilometre, and the sheer size of Commorragh, this combined body heat alone, (not counting the even WORSE mechanical and industrial waste heat,) should be equal to approximately "OH MY FUCKING GODS HOW ARE THEY NOT COOKED TO DEATH!"

Even the FAR smaller urban volumes of the Hive worlds of the Imperium were confusing enough to explain how their thermodynamics even worked, Wendy almost suspected that some "god of cool" existed who periodically suspended normal physics and thermodynamics when it did something "cool", it really was quite puzzling.

Wendy was still not satisfied with the explanation of how the physics of antigravity technology even worked, to be honest she was also confused as to how even the artificial gravity on human space ships worked. Gravity was not a particle like a light beam that could just be created and aimed at will, gravity was a property of space itself rather than a "thing" that could just be handled, at least not unless Einstein was OH MY FUCKING GODS levels of completely and utterly wrong. It didn't make any sense.

Low Commorragh apparently had gravity, but what was causing it?, Was Commorragh just creating its own gravitational pull from its own raw mass?, If so then why did it all seem to be pointing in the same direction even at the very "bottom"?, If not then what was causing it and who was paying for the enormous power it would use?, The Dark Eldar were not exactly known for altruism after all.

And where did all the heat go in Commorragh?, Wendy hadn't seen any system of comprehensive cooling pipes to drain away all the heat from this claustrophobic eternal city. Wasn't the web way supposed to be a fully self enclosed pocket dimension cut off from the rest of the universe?, how the hell was it venting it's heat?, Was it radiating heat into the warp?, if so then why couldn't the warp radiate its own energy back into the web way also?

It couldn't be radiating these VAST amounts of waste heat out of the web way gates, otherwise every gate would be impossible to cloak, (and would be spewing out heat like a freaking flame thrower)!

None of this made sense, it all completely violated thermodynamics...

For that matter, how the FUCK do titans even stand up without violating the square cube law of engineering physics?, Those limbs ought to snap like twigs as structural tensile strength is increased by surface area and DECREASED by increases in volume. That's why you don't get land dinosaurs above a certain size, as their bones would just snap. Things like whales and ships and even blimps of course can be far bigger as they rely on buoyancy rather than tensile strength, and buoyancy actually increases with volume... Did titans somehow float in the air to rely on buoyancy instead?

Even if titans were made out of pure skub and magic, wouldn't their feet just sink down in the ground from their weight?, they ought to be wading through the soil and bedrock like a man walking through a bog. Their feet were not even close to being wide enough, even huge snowshoes would get bogged at that scale and weight!

Wendy honestly swore sometimes that she didn't live in the same universe as, say, the second and third millennium Terra. Sometime between the early third millennium and the 30th millennium, almost all known physical laws of nature seemed to have been selectively flushed down the toilet and replaced by utter nonsense. It was indeed curious...

For that matter, how do plasma guns work in an atmosphere?, In the vacuum of space or in a hard vacuum environment, plasma weapons could be expected to work, at least up to a certain range, but wouldn't the atmosphere of a planet interfere with the plasma?, Plasma is basically just extremely hot gas, using it at anything but point blank range in an atmosphere would surely be about as effective as trying to sniper someone with a hairdryer?

Wendy shook her head and just stopped thinking about the mysterious nature of the modern universe. For whatever reason, all this impossible shit just worked for whatever reason. She had more important things to worry about.

Physics for the insane aside, Wendy had very specific problems to solve right now, problems that required a bureaucrat to solve.

It could be divided up very simply. The Sevenson Matriarch wanted three things.

Number one priority, the Matriarch wanted to hold a permanent foothold in Commorragh, and would be EXTREMELY "upset" if Wendy failed to keep hold of it.

Number two priority, the Matriarch wanted insane amounts of gold to reimburse her for all the souls sacrificed to appease Tzeentch. To this day Nurgle and Khorne had still not been paid off in full, so Wendy had to reimburse the Matriarch to pay for these too. It would be FAR less "problematic" for Wendy if she had all the gold onboard the Nightmare Asylum to pay the Matriarch on arrival.

Priority three was to get the Nightmare Asylum home with as many survivors as reasonably possible, as all onboard were now officially subjects of the Matriarch and quite valuable to her. The demands for workers and soldiers was almost endless in Her realms, especially with all of her recent development construction projects.

Wendy could achieve priority three right now, and was basically now almost finished with priority two as well, but priority one was the real problem...

Wendy's problem was that the Ebony Stiletto had overextended its borders, and was now trying to defend 78.5 million square kilometres of front line area, with countless billions of shit soldiers mostly armed with utter crap and with little ammunition. The xenos mercenary armies of the enemy kabals were innumerable, more highly trained, and very well equipped. It was not a calculus that favoured victory for Wendy.

As mentioned, war is VERY expensive, and all of that wealth had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was the half born slum farmers. But just taking their crops without giving anything back would raise resentment in the farmers, and given that the farmers were also now the bulk recruit pool for the new half born armies, this resentment was a BAD thing.

Wendy was no fool, and was very deliberately giving something back to actually make life better for the farmers, namely a massive infrastructure project that would increase their power supply to grow more food. This would make them considerably more amiable towards the Ebony Stiletto, and give the Ebony Stiletto increased harvests at the same time, benefitting both parties.

Wendy planned to have additional very ordinary power plants constructed all throughout the Ebony Stiletto territories, especially using low tech stuff like uranium and thorium fission reactors that were less expensive to manufacture than fusion reactors, though she would of course build plenty of those too.

Wendy was still a bit worried about the physics defying thermodynamics of Low Commorragh, and was rather cautious about adding too many extra thermal power plants. The city should already be a fireball of trapped heat with nowhere to go, it probably wasn't a good idea to add even more heat to this thermodynamic paradox.

Wendy briefly considered trying to create a perpetual motion machine in this crazy place, thermodynamics apparently just wasn't a thing anymore, so why not go all out and do something patently impossible?, Heat apparently just magically disappeared here, so in theory perpetual motion was actually possible...

Wendy shrugged, this universe was a very silly place.

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(Author's note, thank you to everyone who stood up for me with encouraging comments last chapter, I really needed to hear that stuff :) )