Chapter 98(orphan)

(Author's note: sorry about the delay. My wife is giving birth next month and I am finding less and less spare time with all the preparations and medical appointments and birth classes, etc etc.)

The Ebony Stiletto territory of Low Commorragh was a seething buzz of activity as billions of terawatts of power flowed into it.

The energy of an entire small star was now surging through high capacity power lines, with more and more watts being added as the Sevenson Matriarch requisitioned ever more energy resources!

Hundreds of billions of surplus firearms and their ammunition were being added to the struggling front lines, endless Gos-19 battle rifle autoguns, Gos-19A LMG SAW autoguns, Gos-19B sniper rifles, Gos-20 GPMG heavy stubbers, and even some few tens of billions of precious Gos-Manpats krak missile launchers.

The Sevenson Matriarch was no fool, and had not been idle over the last few years of relative peace in her domains. She and her many children had known that war might come at any time, so during the whole of peacetime they had been building and stockpiling a huge surplus of weapons and ammunition.

The Matriarch controlled the 7.6 billion terawatts of power from an entire star, not to mention terawatts more from other sources like plasma fusion. She completely controlled the mineral resources of the entire local solar system, and had even more holdings beyond this to provide resources.

Given so much energy and raw materials, it had been a barely noticeable expense to manufacture hundreds of billions of unused surplus guns and ammunition. When playing with billions of terawatts and entire solar systems worth of planets and moons and asteroids, a few terawatts of power and megatons of common materials really was nothing at all.

The Sevensons had a small but fully functional space empire at the height of it's power, they were stronger and richer and more powerful than ever before in their warband history. They had more wealth and more energy than all but the richest of Imperial governors, resources and power beyond counting!

...and yet, this was still BARELY enough to hold onto Low Commorragh!

SUCH was the vastness and scope of the demands of the war!

Sun Tzu really had not been kidding when he said that "war is expensive", this war was SERIOUSLY expensive!

The Sevenson Matriarch's small empire was in every respect a K2 civilisation, at least a lower level one at any rate. They had undreamed of power and resources, but it STILL wasn't enough to guarantee easy victory in the Low Commorragh wars!

Hundreds of billions of newly recruited Dark Eldar soldiers fought for their lives on countless front line battles, facing equally innumerable hired enemy xenos mercenaries from hundreds of millions of local rival kabals and gangs. Huge Orks and kroot and humans and other alien races fought under the employ of the enemy, fighting a horrific war of attrition against the poorly trained Dark Eldar warriors of the Ebony Stiletto.

Amid this vast war and ruin brooded the imposing figure of Chaos General Otto Armstrong, a big burly heretic "ordinary" human in the service of the Sevenson Matriarch.

General Armstrong was a huge brutal military man, a professional soldier who had viciously fought his way from the lowest enlisted ranks all the way up to General, no easy task, and he now commanded millions of heretic human and mutant soldiers, with a vast chain of lower ranking generals and colonels under him who delegated the running of such a massive force.

General Armstrong was now tasked with holding the Matriarch's domains in Low Commorragh, one of many many generals given this task in different regions of this vast fighting theatre.

General Armstrong grunted as he ejaculated into the mouth of a female private he had ordered to perform fellatio on him, not even pausing in his endless leadership duties as he took sexual advantage of his subordinates.

He was currently standing in his temporary command centre in a slum building a few tens of kilometres behind the front lines, hard at work organising the massive efforts required to even conduct war on such a vast scale.

Weapons and supplies were flooding into Low Commorragh like a tsunami from the Sevenson Matriarch, but getting them to where they needed to be was an insane endeavour. Even when the gear arrived, the substandard local soldiers then had to be somehow trained as quickly as possible to actually use them, let alone trained to actually fight in the first place!

And General Armstrong had to somehow make all this shit actually work!

Otto sighed, and prayed to Slaanesh for the strength and ability to pull off this impossible nightmare. He would much rather be home having an orgy with his vast harem of black women sex slaves, not here mouth fucking white women privates in a vast tense war!

General Armstrong zipped up his fly and moved to examine a nearby cogitator screen. Around him were his subordinates, almost all of them low ranking female soldiers who had been deliberately trawled from the combat units and reassigned here to be sexually taken advantage of, a makeshift harem of sorts.

General Armstrong was sick to death of these pale pasty women, recruited from the heretic populations of the eternally dark Night Lord planets. Nothing but white skin, even the Asian ones were pale! Otto Armstrong liked his girl flesh to be dark, not this pasty rubbish!

Such were the sacrifices of war, white women would have to do...

Endless information poured in from lesser generals below him, telling him absolutely everything they were doing, telling him of every supply and every movement. It was boring stuff, the sort of shit best left to some woman like Wendy who liked this sort of shit.

General Armstrong would much rather be commanding the actual battles on the front lines, but he was more sensible than to waste the lives of his precious troops when he didn't have to. The local Dark Eldar were endless and completely expendable, his own troops were highly trained and harder to quickly replace, it was simple logic to save his troops and stick to simply supplying the local cannon fodder.

"General Armstrong sir, an allied Dracon has arrived to speak to you," one of his cock sucking underlings informed him.

General Armstrong turned at this and ordered the unexpected guest to enter immediately.

A gorgeous slender female Dark Eldar in a jet black body glove elegantly entered, her long hair jet black and held out of the way in a long pony tail. The uniform symbols proclaimed that she was a true born Dracon of the Ebony Stiletto kabal.

"Yes?," General Armstrong asked, cutting to the chase.

"I am true born Dracon Belzevelle of the Ebony Stiletto, personal sexual consort of Mistress Wendy Sevenson..." the Dracon began imperiously.

General Armstrong dropped to one knee before her instantly, as did everyone else in the command centre. They had all heard about this Belzevelle, and were terrified of crossing a consort of Wendy Sevenson the personal champion of the Matriarch herself!

"My Mistress Wendy has sent me to demand a list of paperwork from you, your administrative sloth and sloppiness is causing her to be... Irritated," Belzevelle smiled dangerously.

General Armstrong blanched pale white and scrambled to receive a list Belzevelle held aloft.

A frenzy of orders and activities followed as the underlings found every bit of paperwork requested, some of the paperwork was not even filled out yet!

General Armstrong got everything done as quickly as possible as Belzevelle waited, and presented her with a vast stack of paperwork that was taken by Belzevelle's own waiting underlings.

"My Mistress will be happier with these, do NOT be late in your paperwork again!" Belzevelle purred cruelly.

General Armstrong agreed frantically.

"By the way, Octavia Sevenson says "hi" to you," Belzevelle added.

General Armstrong shivered and nodded, Octavia was his ex girlfriend whom he had raped... It was never a good thing when your rape victim marries your boss!

"Octavia has told me... Stories, about you." Belzevelle smiled coldly.

General Armstrong said nothing at all, tense as a steel cable.

"Mistress Wendy's Night Lord Neophyte son Franklin has also heard about you. He said that he wants to meet you..." Belzevelle purred.

"Um, perhaps when the war is over?," General Armstrong fumbled desperately.

"Perhaps sooner," Belzevelle smiled.

"I am needed alive for the war effort," General Armstrong replied bluntly.

"Yes... Keep up to date with your paperwork..." Belzevelle warned.

General Armstrong nodded frantically.

Belzevelle took her leave back to Wendy with the paperwork, and General Otto Armstrong was suddenly VERY grateful to be stationed in a war rather than back home, it was MUCH safer here by the sound of things!

***...

Things were tense at the family dinner table that night as Octavia's "husband" the Greater Daemon of Slaanesh called in to spend time with his "wife".

"Oh husband! Yes! YES!" Octavia was currently moaning from the daemon's lap with a pair of giant penises in each lower hole!

"Enough of this filth!" Franklin shouted at the filthy daemon from the other side of the massive table.

The nightmarish warp entity simply ignored him, as did Octavia.

"Adolf put a stop to this!" Franklin demanded.

"Um... How?," Adolf asked from beside Wendy.

Franklin paused at this rather reasonable question, if a giant daemon had a mind to have sex with Octavia, there wasn't a lot that an ordinary man could do to actually stop it...

(Octavia's extremely loud sex noises echoed through the room)

"So... How was your day Franklin?," His mother Wendy attempted to make small talk.

"Stop this filth at once!" Franklin replied.

"They are MARRIED!" His Mother Wendy snapped.

"He is a DAEMON!" Franklin retorted.

"So what, Octavia isn't complaining," Wendy bickered.

"Oh husband that feels SO good! Yes! YES!" Octavia screamed in climactic passion.

The unholy daemon moaned and pulled out of Octavia, spraying semen all over her in a way that was absolutely profane!

Franklin and his nuns recoiled in disgust as semen sprayed all over the table, and left the table to avoid the thick spray of white fluid!

The naked Octavia was completely white with the unholy fluid, laying on the table completely covered in the stuff in the middle of a vast white puddle that now covered over half the table!

"I cannot live like this!" Franklin warned his mother.

"Um, I actually concur, this is a bit much for the family dinner table," Adolf quietly agreed, earning himself a troubled look from Wendy.

Octavia's husband shrugged and began to LICK the entire puddle completely clean! Disgusting!

Octavia laughed hysterically as the daemon then licked her entire body clean, ticklish as always.

"This sort of thing shouldn't happen at the dinner table," Adolf cautiously laid down the law.

"This sort of thing shouldn't happen AT ALL!" Franklin amended.

Wendy was now looking at Adolf irritably.

"I am the head of this marriage not you, "I" am the one who makes the decisions around here!" Wendy told Adolf severely.

Adolf flinched and replied "Yes Mistress", completely spineless to defy her will.

"This is unacceptable!" Franklin demanded, pointing at the daemon.

The massive daemon was currently sitting cross legged beside the table, barely fitting inside the gigantic room. Octavia crawled over between his legs and began sucking his members!

"He is my HUSBAND!" Octavia angrily shouted at Franklin, finally having had enough of his complaining.

This led to yet more quarrelling.

"What about a compromise?, No sex at the dinner table?," Adolf suggested.

Wendy responded by pulling free Adolf's member and straddling his lap to be penetrated by him.

"I like having sex at the table," Wendy purred, licking her husband's face erotically as she gyrated on his manhood.

Adolf groaned in pleasure and gave in to his desire, passionately having sex with his wife without complaint.

Franklin and his nuns sighed in exasperation, what a depraved place this was.

***...

Adolf felt rather ashamed of himself as he walked through the vast sex dungeons of his new home. He really had fallen so far.

In every room he passed, daemonettes and human women screamed with laughter and moaning in strict bondage, having kinky orgies that only stopped when women needed to sleep.

Adolf himself had been in bondage for over half the night, completely at the mercy of his wife as she did crazy things to his defenceless naked body.

Adolf was utterly enslaved by his love and lust for Wendy, he had lied to his parents for her, engaged in sexual depravity with her on a daily basis, and was really starting to question who he even was anymore.

He did not want his son to grow up seeing Octavia being fucked at the dinner table during family meals. He did not want a greater daemon of Slaanesh to enter his home and be around HIS family, ESPECIALLY not one who was a known pedophile!

He did not want his family dinner table covered with cum, he did not want to be emasculated by his wife in front of other people, he did not want to see his wife getting fucked by her own BROTHER!

It wasn't that this stuff merely wasn't NORMAL, it was that it was SO FAR away from even the OUTSKIRTS of normal! Even the sickest families on Temperis just didn't do stuff THIS extreme in day to day life!

Adolf loved the gorgeous kinky Wendy to bits, utterly adored her, but her lifestyle and culture was very hard to endure. He was terrified about how his son would grow up in this sort of environment, he liked sex but he was a strong believer in keeping sexual activities PRIVATE!

Ticklish laughter echoed deafeningly through the dungeons, multitudes of restrained slave women were shrieking with laughter.

Adolf felt a deep horror at the sudden thought that they might not all be WILLING participants in this torture!

Adolf felt a growing sense of shame as the tortured laughter got louder and more desperate all around him, and could soon bear it no longer and entered the nearest dungeon to ensure the women all consented to this.

He entered a room full of naked young women sitting with their feet locked in ankle stocks, all of them howling with laughter as daemonettes tickled their feet.

Adolf approached the nearest woman and loudly asked, "do you consent to this?"

The woman nodded happily and begged the daemonettes to tickle her harder. Adolf sighed with relief.

A quick enquiry found that the women all had safe words and simply enjoyed this stuff, they might be slaves, but they were Slaanesh worshipping slaves with a tickling fetish like Octavia.

Thank the Emperor for that!

"I volunteered to become a tickle slave, it's my fantasy career", one young woman cackled.

"Me too", laughed every other girl in earshot.

Adolf gasped out great lungfuls of relief, feeling a huge weight lift off him.

Adolf inspected a few more dungeons, and found only willing participants with a sexual fantasy of being a full time tickling slave. By the Emperor these Slaanesh worshipping women were kinky!

It was weird to be sure, but it wasn't actually "evil", not when they all had safe words and freely chose this life.

Adolf was reminded of just how morally ambiguous chaos could be, especially Slaanesh worshippers. They all did crazy excess things, but this was only a problem if they forced others to participate against their wills. If they kept their activities to just with other willing hyper kinky Slaanesh worshippers then it stopped being evil.

Different warbands and factions of Slaanesh worshippers clearly had different styles of worship that determined how evil they were. The Emperor's Children traitor legion was famous for completely depopulating entire planets to provide unwilling rape slaves, an act so despicable that it was unspeakable! The Sevenson faction as an organisation were clearly not entirely blameless by any stretch of the imagination, but they seemed to MOSTLY just carry on willingly with each other, which was not even close to the raw evil of the Emperor's Children.

Wendy was no angel and had committed some shocking crimes, many of them carved into her flesh, but she wasn't truly evil the way the Emperor's Children were. Wendy was CAPABLE of committing genocide and other fucked up crimes, but she didn't RELISH doing these things, she was just a pragmatist who did what the situation forced her to do.

This dungeon full of only willing slaves was a testament to how decent Wendy could actually be, very VERY few Slaanesh Champions would care if the victims consented or not! Wendy had found a happy balance that let her have extravagant debauched excess without all the moral evil that usually went with it.

Adolf felt an intense pride for his wife at this thought, she really was an ok person who didn't get enough credit. Franklin criticised her constantly as though she was utterly evil, but she was no Emperor's Children, not even close! She was Chaos, but chaos at it's best, a chaos champion that Adolf could proudly call his wife.

Adolf smiled and walked faster, determined to talk some sense into Franklin.

Adolf used an elevator to reach Franklin's floor, and walked through the completely silent corridors of this level which Franklin had apparently "cleansed".

Adolf turned a corner and found Franklin and Violet kissing each other in the middle of an otherwise empty corridor...

The pair turned instantly at his intrusion, and Franklin blushed scarlet with shame and guilt, jolting away from Violet.

"I, I... I will marry her immediately! Oh Emperor I will make her my wife to undo this sin!" Franklin babbled penitently.

"We were only kissing..." Violet muttered quietly.

"But I initiated it! I must now make an honest woman of you!" Franklin insisted.

Franklin grabbed Violet up in his arms and ran off with her, shouting for his nuns to perform a wedding ceremony immediately!

Adolf decided that Wendy probably wanted to know about this, and pulled out a cellular vox from a pocket to call her.

Adolf had barely explained to Wendy what was happening when she suddenly hung up. Half a minute later the ape-like "true form" of Wendy was barreling out of a fire escape staircase on Adolf's floor, her daemonic face looking thoroughly irritated!

Wendy paused only to alter her form to that of her usual naked woman body, looking extremely sweaty and overheated, and then marched in to stop the nuns from wedding the pair in these circumstances.

"But MOTHER! I KISSED her! I need to marry her!" Franklin's deep voice was shouting.

"You two kiss all the time! Do you think that we don't have SURVEILLANCE?! The whole family sees what you get up to, nobody cares," Wendy retorted.

"All the more reason to get married immediately!" Franklin countered.

"It is 2 in the blasted morning! Can't you at least wait until everyone wakes up so we can ALL attend the wedding?! Luke would have a fit if he missed his own son getting married!" Wendy demanded.

"Very well, we will wed in the morning in front of the family," Franklin conceded.

"Um, is this really happening so fast?," Adolf said worriedly.

Violet herself looked utterly bewildered and shocked by this turn of events, not exactly objecting but more seeming like she was indecisive about how fast this was escalating.

Adolf sighed, this really was a crazy family he was married into.

Violet softly nodded in response to his thoughts, and allowed herself a hesitant smile.

***...