Chapter 107(orphan)

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson moaned in orgasmic agony, as she painfully teleported back home to her armoured skyscraper after work, materialising in a flash of magenta warp energy in her personal teleportarium room on one of the upper floors of her towering palace.

The entire island was still infested with rampaging tyranids, but to a woman as high ranking and important as Wendy this was a mere very slight inconvenience. All of the "important places" were still completely closed off from the tyranid swarm and fully operational, with staff and resources simply teleporting in and out as needed, and business as usual hadn't even slowed down in the face of anything so petty as a tyranid invasion.

Wendy strode arrogantly out of her teleportarium, completely ignoring her highly submissive slave-technicians who manned and operated her personal teleportarium. The grovelling wretches pined for her attention, and Wendy indulgently flogged them with her daemon whip Torment until their blood flowed, as the masochistic things energetically masturbated over the pain.

Wendy left her bleeding slaves to clean up the messy aftermath, and strode out into this machinery heavy upper level, walking past humming light sealed plasma fusion generators, monstrous water cooling systems that pumped up seawater from underground canals to cool the power systems, massive roaring air conditioning systems, and innumerable other mechanical systems that filled this particular floor.

This wasn't the only floor devoted to industrial scale machinery processes, not even close, and many of the normal floors also had a generator or two discretely tucked away in an odd corner hidden away behind walls and only reachable by locked maintenance-staff-only doors.

The power demands of this building were usually fairly modest, but could occasionally be absolutely enormous when all of the high energy systems like the teleportarium were being used, it just made sense to have way more power generation than needed just in case of an emergency. Wendy was extremely rich, money was not something she had in very short supply for ridiculously over the top personal luxuries like excess power plants.

Wendy walked towards the elevators, metal tipped high heels clacking on the hard marble plated floor as she walked with easy elegant steps. Just before she reached the elevators, Wendy turned into a small security room full of surveillance monitors and cogitators.

A trio of security guards inside pretended to look busy as Wendy entered the security room, clearly having been sleeping mere minutes before she arrived, and Wendy politely pretended she hadn't noticed, heading over to access the security cogitators without disturbing the guards.

Wendy operated the cogitator with practiced ease, and reviewed the security situation of her home.

Through a monitor Wendy observed the ground floor from many angles through many surveillance cameras, flicking from camera to camera. The monitor image showed extremely heavy glare dampening, as it viewed the blindingly bright pink glare of active Argon-Nitrogen plasma windows blanketing every outside entrance in high energy death.

Even as Wendy watched through one of the heavily armoured exterior surveillance cameras, a swarm of twenty rippers attempted to pass through the front door plasma window. The flesh of the rippers was reduced to super heated vapour the moment it touched the Argon-Nitrogen plasma mix, leaving not even ashes remaining...

Wendy smiled.

The plasma windows were an extremely ancient but highly effective technology, dating back to the 20th century of Terra. The notion was simple, you use powerful electromagnets around any section of roughly cylindrical tunnel, (such as the specifically designed circular doorway Wendy's front door was), activate them to create a flattened "bubble" of magnetic field, and then fill the magnetised "bubble" with an electrically conductive high energy plasma. High energy plasma is always electromagnetically conductive just as a fundamental property of all plasmas, meaning that a strong enough magnetic field can hold the lethal stuff fixed in place as long as you like.

Plasma windows were so strong that they were even used to keep out the vacuum of space as a type of "sort-of" force field, as cool air is repelled by high temperature plasma and won't pass through it, not even to get at a vacuum on the other side of one. This meant that even stuff like tyranid acids and infectious biological weapons could not get through a plasma window, they were the ULTIMATE defence against tyranids.

The Argon-Nitrogen plasma mixture that Wendy used was not specifically required, any plasma mixture would do, Wendy just liked the colour pink so she specifically chose a plasma mixture that produced the desired pink colour.

The plasma windows over all the entrances to the building had been annihilating tyranids down to super heated atoms ever since the infestation began, and not so much as a microbe had been able to pass through.

As wonderfully effective as plasma window defences were, they sure were expensive in terms of energy, it cost 20 kilowatts of power per INCH of plasma window diameter generated! Wendy was just lucky that she had so much surplus energy to spare, as it was taking megawatts of power to maintain these multiple huge plasma windows over every entrance!

Wendy inspected the rest of the building through other cameras, the highly acid resistant external armoured ballistic plastic cladding that coated the entire outside of the building was barely even scratched by the tyranids so far, the high voltage mesh trap built into the building foundation and footings to deter tyranid organisms from trying to dig their way in from below was all intact, and showed no signs of anyone attempting to dig their way inside, and all the other defences were intact without breeches.

The inside of the building was currently like a demilitarised zone, with the army of tickle slaves unhappily forced out of their comforting bondage and given weapons to defend the building if it was breeched. The tickle slaves were NOT happy about this, and had been EXTREMELY vocal about this unhappiness to Wendy.

Wendy sighed as she saw multitudes of glum and miserable looking naked tickle slaves holding lasguns requisitioned from Wendy's personal emergency armoury vault. Wendy had enough weapons to arm every single one of her multitude of gentle tickle slaves, but she didn't have any military grade clothing or armour for these naked slave women.

These slave women never *ever* wore any clothes, (apart from the occasional bra to support the breasts of the bustier ones), and always bitterly complained about "feeling uncomfortable" if forced to wear even the skimpiest of clothes. Getting these enthusiastic nudists to wear anything as substantial as body armour or military grade uniforms or even just shoes would be *such* a pain in the ass to actually enforce, that Wendy had completely given up and just let them stay nude (or occasionally in bras if they wished).

The tickle slaves were at least rendered permanently hairless of all pubic or body hair by past laser hair removal treatments, and regular breast surgery stopped them getting saggy, making them at least nice to look at naked. In peace time Wendy had ensured that the gentle tickle slaves were all quarterly trained (barely) to at least use and aim a lasgun, but they were not soldiers and lacked any combat experience or proper discipline, if the tyranids got inside, these naked women would mostly just run away anyway, they were *really* not soldiers, just a poorly trained civilian "militia" to provide some raw numbers to support Wendy's much more competent dedicated security forces if worst came to worst.

Wendy *needed* everyone to pull their weight defending the home at the moment, and she was utterly sick of their constant whining to be returned to tickle bondage. Selfish bitches!

Wendy steeled herself and looked to see what her wife Octavia, husband Adolf, and girlfriend Belzevelle were doing and where they were.

Adolf was easy to find, he was completely celibate and asexual when Wendy wasn't in his presence, and spent most of his time reading books in Wendy's small personal library to pass the time. He was currently reading a book in the library right now, the library was located on the same floor as their "bedroom", this floor lacking any internal walls so that a specific "room" was really just a section of open floor space given over to a specific purpose.

Belzevelle was the next one Wendy found, pacing agitatedly around the bedroom floor, clearly anxious to return soon to her boyfriend in Low Commorragh to be inseminated. Belzevelle was currently pregnant, and Eldar reproduction was extremely weird, female Eldar had to have regular sex with their male mate to provide a steady supply of genetic information to the growing baby, otherwise the baby would miscarry. Belzevelle was currently filled with emotional pregnancy instincts that were making her act a little "crazy", and she instinctively got very agitated when she was away from her boyfriend "mate" for more than about a day.

Wendy had been sensible enough to milk a good supply of Belzevelle's boyfriend's semen in the past and store it in a cryogenic freezer, and had enough of this cum on store to last Belzevelle maybe 6 months if rationed properly, keeping Belzevelle inseminated as required. Belzevelle intellectually understood this, but her mating instincts were unfortunately still making her get extremely agitated being physically separated from her mate like this.

Wendy sighed when she finally found Octavia on the surveillance monitor...

Octavia was currently down on one of the tickle slave dungeon levels, brandishing her birthday present daemon feather "Titillation" on the naked bodies of an entire platoon of enthusiastic hysterically laughing tickle slaves.

The naked female tickle slaves had dropped their weapons and were eagerly exposing their own armpits for Octavia's daemon feather Titillation, shrieking with supernaturally extreme laughter from the sadistic power of the daemon "weapon" Octavia was holding.

Octavia herself was wearing not a thing to clothe her excessively fuckable body, and she was howling hysterically with ticklish laughter from where the daemon feather touched the skin of her hand. A normal mortal would have dropped the supernatural torture implement immediately, unable to stand holding it for even a second, but Octavia's Slaanesh enhanced tickling fetish lust was *far* stronger than anything even the horrifying power of the daemon feather could dish out, merely making her laugh uncontrollably whilst easily wielding it.

Wendy sighed in bemused irritation at Octavia's antics. Those tickle slaves had been given weapons to patrol the building as a reserve defence force, they were *supposed* to be doing this *one* duty right now, pretty much the only thing Wendy had ever asked of them to earn their keep, but instead they were slacking off with Octavia.

Wendy irritably left the security room and entered the elevator, descending to the floor where Octavia was distracting the damn slackers.

Wendy had countless thousands and thousands of these useless freeloading tickle slaves. All of them were female, and bore the small elegant brand of Wendy's personal rune symbol discretely on the front of their upper right shoulder, all Wendy's legally owned slaves and chattel property.

Almost all of these women were native to this teemingly populated archipelago planet of Dark Tropic, gorgeous pale skinned women with a variety of hair colours and exact ethnicities. These women were all Slaanesh worshippers with a *massive* fetish for tickle slavery, and years ago they had come *begging* to the infamous tickle sadist Wendy for these tickle slave positions, desperate applicants frantically flooding her foyer for months until no more positions remained available.

These useless freeloaders had lived naked in almost perpetual bondage ever since, leaving bondage just long enough to retain their muscles enough for basic mobility, the rest of the time having the utter fuck tickled out of them by highly sadistic daemonettes every waking moment. Wendy frequently tortured them too, and had personally tickled every single one of them at least once at some time, and frequently had sex with her chattel property in huge lesbian tickle orgies.

Apart from the occasional fun for Wendy, these slaves were complete freeloaders who never lifted a finger around here. They got free room and board, they *never* did any chores, and they got to just indulge their sexual fantasies all day long like complete spoilt brats!

Wendy only tolerated this because Slaanesh personally fed off all their fetish excess, but now that she was *finally* asking them to do *one* thing to actually help out the household, Wendy had exactly zero tolerance for their slacking off with Octavia.

The elevator door opened, and the sounds of hysterical laughter filled the air.

Wendy stormed out in a rage, taking her daemon whip Torment from her belt and unfurling it to discipline these spoilt brats.

"Mistress Wendy! Please tickle us!" Multitudes of naked tickle slaves greeted her lustfully.

Wendy's pussy became instantly wet, damn these tickle slaves were fucking hot!

Wendy cruelly grabbed a gorgeous blonde one by the hair, and easily pulled the slaves face down against her crotch, slipping aside her G string arrogantly.

The slave girl's tongue immediately entered Wendy's moist depths, and Wendy continued walking, gripping the slaves head against her pussy with one hand and dragging her along the floor as Wendy walked.

Octavia and the bulk of the slackers were just a few meters ahead now, all screaming with laughter from the caress of Titillation.

Wendy moaned from the tickle slave licking her pussy, and cracked Torment deafeningly loudly on the mass of girls.

Screams of hellish agony echoed through the air, and Wendy moaned sadistically in Slaaneshi pleasure and cracked the whip again.

The tickle slaves craved tickling not pain, and they fell to the floor weeping in tortured agony.

Wendy moaned sadistically and flogged them even harder, her own pleasure growing.

Several of the weeping slaves crapped themselves in agony, stinking up the air with exquisite stench, and Wendy gleefully kept mercilessly flogging the bawling spoilt brats.

Octavia was not spared the lash either, and she was currently laying on the floor masturbating over the pain, shrieking her head off in agony, daemon feather dropped on the floor.

Wendy smiled cruelly and just kept mercilessly flogging her property as the slave girl licked her pussy to multiple orgasms. Wendy squirted on the girl's face, and then pushed her down and flogged her too.

Wendy felt fantastic sadistic pleasure as she excessively flogged her crying slaves, the slaves (except Octavia) begging and pleading for mercy in between their screams and bawling.

The terrified platoon of naked tickle slaves were a bit later standing fearfully holding their weapons, as Wendy sternly shouted at them for being disobedient spoilt brats.

"You worthless bitches have lived in uninterrupted perfect pleasure for *years*! At *my* expense! You haven't had to do a thing around this place this entire time!" Wendy yelled at them.

"Yes Mistress Wendy," the slaves squeaked fearfully.

"There are fucking *tyranids* out there and I *finally* ask you to get off your ticklish asses and simply help defend our home we all share, and you spoilt brats couldn't even do that *one* thing!" Wendy screamed at them.

The slaves all looked utterly browbeaten as Wendy dominantly put them in their place, and Wendy turned her attention to her wife Octavia.

Octavia got down on her hands and knees in repentance before Wendy for disrupting the slaves, and kissed Wendy's shoes in submission.

Wendy dominantly sat on Octavia's back like a horse rider, and made Octavia carry Wendy crawling all the way back to their bed in punishment, (Wendy was merciful enough to let Octavia use the elevator rather than the stairs).

A little while later Wendy was shrieking with wonderfully tortured laughter in the bath, as Octavia used her daemon feather Titillation to soap up Wendy's back. Powerful daemonic chains bound Wendy's strong body helpless for Octavia in the bath, and Wendy was in delectable hysterics.

Belzevelle and Adolf were both too utterly terrified of Octavia's daemon feather to come anywhere near them in the bath, both currently washing each other cautiously at the other end of the bath (without using bondage).

Wendy cackled as Octavia soaped up her toes with Titillation, in wonderful hell, Wendy felt just so happy and contented at this exact moment.

A little later in the bath Octavia was scissoring with the spread legged chained up laughing moaning Wendy, the extremely flexible daemon feather Titillation tied tightly around the hysterically laughing Wendy's giant tits, when Wendy's vox phone suddenly rang on a table near the bath.

Wendy was a little too tied up at the moment to answer the phone right now, and just blissfully enjoyed her delicious sexual torture as Adolf got out of the bath to answer the vox for her.

"Hello?, This is Wendy's phone, Wendy's husband Adolf speaking," Wendy vaguely made out Adolf saying over her own deafening laughter and screaming.

Wendy moaned orgasmically as Octavia scissored her to yet another orgasm, bucking in her mighty daemonic chains as Titillation tickled the utter crap out of her bulging tits, mostly indifferent to Adolf's vox conversation.

"Franklin's nuns have all given birth?," Adolf said in surprise into the vox.

Wendy's hyper stimulated attention shot alert to focus on Adolf, her Slaanesh champion iron will letting her focus perfectly even through her intensely distracting extreme sensations.

"The nuns gave birth?!" Wendy cackled with tormented laughter.

"Yes Mistress Wendy, all of them gave birth today," Adolf told her submissively.

Wendy and Octavia both squealed with joy at this news, still scissoring furiously like true Slaanesh devotees but jubilant even through their ongoing multiple orgasms.

"We have more grandchildren!" Wendy joyfully shrieked with ticklish laughter to Octavia.

"It's so wonderful!" Octavia delightedly moaned orgasmically.

The pair continued their crazy sexual excess without even slowing down, but they were both now happily talking to each other as they screamed and moaned, the way only Slaanesh worshipping nymphomaniacs can.

"Details about the babies?," Wendy eagerly screamed with tortured laughter.

"Um, they are all babies?," Adolf said like only a man would.

"Oh, you are being such a *guy*! What are the names, weights, lengths, genders, eye colours, hair colours?," Wendy bemusedly irritably screamed in mind shattering orgasm.

"Um, I swear I still can't get used to the way you can talk and scream at the same time Mistress Wendy, it's really weird," Adolf admitted in dismay.

"How is it weird?, Doesn't everyone do this?," Octavia curiously moaned her head off in orgasm.

"No,... They really, *really*, don't... The pair of you are the only people I have ever met who do this..." Belzevelle said quietly.

"Really?, But how do you talk to anyone when you spend an entire day having sexual pleasure?," Octavia orgasmed curiously.

"In the rare occasion that I spend an entire day orgasming, I don't *want* to be *talking* to anyone," Belzevelle replied cuttingly.

"That would waste the whole day every day if you can't even talk," Octavia countered with hoarse groaning.

Wendy was still being supernaturally tickled out of her mind whilst having endless mind shatteringly intense orgasms during this entire conversation, but she wasn't even phased in keeping track of the conversation.

"What about the *babies*?," Wendy pointedly howled with laughter.

"This is too weird! Shouldn't you get out of those chains and stop first Mistress Wendy?," Adolf complained.

"I am feeling extreme *pleasure* right now! Why would I give that up when I don't need to?," Wendy sternly shrieked with hellishly tormented laughter.

"This is such a weird family!" Adolf lamented in dismay.

***...

Wendy and Octavia were in bed later talking joyfully over the mobile vox on loudspeaker to Violet and the nuns, looking at all the babies via a monitor screen on the vox.

Wendy and Octavia were both currently wearing matching bright pink skimpy satin nighties for the sake of the nudity hating nuns, cleavage heavy but at least covering them rather than their usual nudity in bed. The nuns were *still* a bit upset by the skimpy nighties, but Wendy and Octavia were ignoring further complaints after already getting dressed once when the nuns didn't like their earlier nudity.

Adolf and Belzevelle were in the bed too, both in view of the vox camera and clothed in sleepwear for the sake of the nuns, but neither of them were really saying much, letting Wendy and Octavia freely dominate the entire conversation.

Wendy felt so blissfully happy as she cooed at the tiny newborn babies, awing at her cute new grandchildren. They were so CUTE!

"Aw! That one has your nose Wendy!" Octavia awed, pointing excitedly at the screen.

Wendy smiled blissfully and followed Octavia's pointing finger.

"Oh yeah!" Wendy giggled happily in recognition.

The nuns holding the swaddled babies all looked extremely tired after giving birth, their perfectly clean nun habits obviously freshly changed after the yuck and mess of childbirth. Some of the nuns looked ashamed of themselves, some looked troubled, but a surprising number actually looked proud of their new babies. Sister Mary in particular looked overjoyed to have a baby.

Franklin's brutally burly neophyte face looked utterly overwhelmed as he submissively hovered around his beloved nuns, waiting on the nuns slavishly, attempting to help with every single baby all at the same time. Wendy and Octavia chuckled at Franklin's adorable behaviour, he would be an excellent father for those children.

Violet herself looked tired and exhausted from far too much prolonged psychic power use, and was currently just sitting quietly, trying not to fall asleep during the vox conversation. The other bird mutants looked cheerful and well rested.

"You look tired Violet," Wendy noted.

Violet merely nodded exhaustedly.

"How *cute* are these babies!" Octavia exclaimed excitedly.

"Erm... I know you are focused on the babies and all, but what's going on with the tyranids down there?," Adolf asked the people on the other end in concern.

Wendy and Octavia both glared at Adolf.

"Adolf! Who *cares* about some petty vermin problem, we are seeing *our* new grandchildren for the first time! You are being impolite," Wendy scolded him.

"Erm... A "vermin problem"?, Like millions of people have died..." Adolf stammered.

"That's why you *mustn't* talk about it in this baby viewing setting, you will just *upset* people!" Wendy scolded him severely.

It was too late however, the damn nuns were already starting to panic!

"PLEASE! Get us out of here! The tyranids are right outside the bricked up house entrance corridor! There are *millions* of xenos just outside, we are in grave danger!" One of the nuns panicked hysterically.

Wendy gave Adolf a venomous look, and hurriedly tried to calm the fearful nun.

"You are in no danger, Violet is very capable, as are the Clan Muhammad psykers. You are sealed in by thick stone and mortar walls, with potent supernatural horrors awaiting any tyranids who somehow got inside. You are perfectly safe." Wendy reassured the nuns.

"Teleport us out!" The nun demanded in a panic.

"No,..." Wendy said simply.

"Why not!" Franklin's deep harsh voice snarled like a feral nightmarish beast.

"Because unauthorised teleportation is restricted by order of the Matriarch herself. Only people on official or military business are authorised to teleport at the moment without a direct override from the Matriarch herself," Wendy said inflexibly.

"WHAT!? So you are just going to LEAVE us here because she told you to?!" The nuns screamed, making several babies cry from the volume of the scream.

"I am the Matriarch's personal Champion, I obey her will without question!" Wendy snapped back crossly.

"Oh for Slaanesh's sake! The Matriarch is not going to let an entire newborn brood of her precious descendants get eaten by tyranids! If we are in actual immediate danger the Matriarch will personally order us teleported out of here you bunch of drama queens! Just chill the fuck out!" Violet snapped and angrily squawked at the group in exasperation.

"Yes exactly! If and when you are in danger you will be extracted. Until then we are not going to waste the resources for unnecessary teleportation. The entire planet still has extremely limited electrical power due to the war in Low Commorragh, the Matriarch can't afford to just teleport everyone around unnecessarily," Wendy implored the panicking idiots.

The nuns calmed slightly at this assurance, and Wendy very deliberately returned to talking about the cute little babies.

"Aw, what a big sneeze," Wendy gushed adoringly, pointing at one of the babies held by one of the nuns.

"Aw so CUTE!" Octavia agreed happily.

"Aw, look at that one sleeping! So cute!" Octavia gushed.

Wendy and Octavia kept enthusiastically gushing about the cute babies, not letting the nuns talk about anything else, and the nuns calmed from the simple banality of this conversation.

The island was still desperately overrun with deadly tyranids trying to kill them all, millions of people were dead, but Wendy was not about to forgo the pleasure of being a grandmother presented with new newborn grandchildren. Moments like this did not happen twice, and the pleasures had to be savoured to the maximum while they lasted. A tyranid infestation did not get to deny Wendy Sevenson her own pleasures.

The tyranid problem would go away eventually, it was other people's problem to endure the threat and danger of the tyranids, lower ranking people had to worry about getting eaten. Wendy was *high* ranking, and pleasure and privilege and power were her's to enjoy without such worries.

Wendy was above such worries, and Wendy wanted to enjoy cooing over her new grandchildren. Nothing was going to stop this pleasure.

Wendy felt ecstatically wonderful to have so many new first generation grandchildren. Franklin was a father now, he had grown up so much! Just 13 years old and already the father to over twenty babies.

Those nuns would now be far too busy with their babies to be a pain in Wendy's ass, as would Franklin. They were all trapped in another building, where Wendy could call them whenever she wished but could also hang up and they couldn't ever come over. Wendy was the Matriarch's personal champion, giving her unrivalled authorisation to just teleport over to see them if she wished, but the kill joys couldn't follow her when she left!

This was the start of a wonderful period for Wendy, she could just feel it that things were really good right now.

The babies started to cry, and Wendy joyfully awed at them.

Things really were the best they had ever been.

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