Chapter 116(Orphan) draft 2
The glass dildo flew through the dark air, hurtling downwards, destined for one last act of bodily penetration.
The dildo was worn and chipped, old, twelve inches long and two inches thick, made of solid clear glass. It had had a lot of use over the years.
The glass dildo had penetrated over 5000 different slave girls in one hole or other over its life, giving many many orgasms.
Daemonettes in the lesbian tickle slave dungeons of Slaanesh Champion Wendy Sevenson had used this dildo as one of their many tools on the defenceless bodies of the restrained naked tickle slaves, penetrating the laughing moaning women countless times.
The dildo had given orgasms to the tickle slaves for years, making the highly submissive women cum so hard. It had been a haloed instrument of great pleasure.
But now it was junk...
One day a careless daemonette had dropped it on the hard floor, chipping the glass, and it's long distinguished profession as a penetration tool had suddenly been over.
The dildo had been gathered up and discarded in a cardboard box with a hundred other broken dildos, and the box had been dumped in an out of the way deserted part of the building to gather dust, alongside thousands of other boxes full of forgotten broken junk.
For over a year the box had just sat gathering dust, gradually becoming more and more buried behind stacks of newer boxes of junk, completely abandoned.
But now someone had retrieved it.
The Security Guardsmen had suddenly come to collect the boxes, looking inside them, pleased to see the glass dildos, specifically looking for discarded glass dildos.
The Security Guardsmen had carried the box away, carried it up stairs, and carried it to a large room filled with over a thousand industrious looking naked tickle slaves, all strangely out of their usual bondage.
One of the very women who had once had five incredibly hard orgasms from the glass dildo had lifted it out of the box, but the woman hadn't even recognised the tool that had once made her cum so hard...
The tickle slave had taken the dildo, and crudely glued a bunch of broken well worn feathers to the blunt back end of the dildo, like the fletching on an arrow but far cruder.
The glue had barely dried when the dildo was placed in a new box, with other similarly feathered dildos, and, when the box was full, a Security Guardsman had carried it upstairs to the rain soaked roof, with thousands of other boxes.
For a while the dildo had sat in its new box, seemingly forgotten again.
The box had then suddenly been opened, and female hands reached in to grab dildos.
Another tickle slave woman, who had once had a full 22 orgasms to this dildo, pulled the dildo out, also not recognising the dildo that had once made her cum so hard.
She had been weak, had struggled to lift the dildo, but she had carried the glass dildo to the edge of the building roof.
The tickle slave had then simply thrown the dildo off the roof!
The dildo was now hurtling downwards, like a twelve inch long arrow. The worn broken feathers glued to it's back end caught in the air, pointing the bluntly pointed front end straight down.
The ground rose fast to meet the falling glass dildo, it was picking up speed.
In the darkness below it was a huge mound of carrion, swarming all over with tyranid hormagaunts.
Directly below the dildo was the chitin plated back of a hormagaunt, the dildo was falling blisteringly fast now.
Faster than the blink of an eye, the glass dildo performed it's final act of penetration.
The intimidating two inch thick twelve inch long glass dildo punched right through the back plate of the hormagaunt with a sickening splitting noise, penetrating deeply into its chest, punching halfway out the front of its chest before slowing to a halt, stuck fast impaling through it's last ever penetrated body.
The hormagaunt screamed, vomiting blood, but didn't die immediately. The dildo was designed to be a sex toy not a lethal weapon, it wasn't a clean kill. The hormagaunt lay mortally wounded, penetrated through the chest by the monstrously large sex toy, such an absurd way to die.
Around the dying hormagaunt other hormagaunts were being struck down by falling glass dildos, it was a slaughter.
The life drained out of the hormagaunt, and the dildo remained penetrating the dead corpse of it's final ever victim of bodily penetration.
***...
Belzevelle giggled as she watched tyranids being killed by colossal broken dildos. There was just something deeply comical about the entire predicament of "death by dildo". Belzevelle snorted with laughter.
Belzevelle was currently up on the roof of the skyscraper again, and tickle slaves were once again dropping deadly "darts" down on the tyranids below. This time however the tickle slaves had run out of proper darts, requiring these comical improvised replacement darts, oh and also there were now a lot more tyranids then before thanks to a recent population explosion.
The tower, being primarily a dedicated lesbian tickle dungeon, had two things in especially huge abundance:, dildos and feathers. Combine the two together and you have yourself a rather brutal dropping dart. Thankfully Mistress Wendy was a colossal tight ass, who had tried to save some money on garbage disposal by just dumping broken stuff inside the building, almost every bit of junk that had ever broken in this place was sitting in a cardboard box in some out of the way part of the building, they had more broken dildos and broken feathers than they knew what to do with!
Belzevelle on the whole was in a rather silly and amused mood right now. Some days just seemed especially blessed by Cegorach the Laughing God, days where the world seemed especially comical in atmosphere.
The very air felt less serious, more frivolous and free, it was an atmosphere where you just felt free to laugh at jokes and absurdities, a refreshing change to Belzevelle's usual submission and discipline.
Belzevelle had laughed a lot since meeting Mistress Wendy, but rarely as a result of humour and jokes. Mistress Wendy was a sadist infamous for her tickling fetish, and Belzevelle was her submissive. Mistress Wendy daily tickled the hell out of Belzevelle, making her laugh involuntarily for hours. But this voluntary laughter at humour right now was a pleasant and refreshing change.
More glass dildos fell off the roof, and Belzevelle snorted with laughter just at the sight of them in her night vision goggles. It was so absurd.
Belzevelle laughed happily as she looked over the edge of the building down at the hormagaunts and rippers far below, watching in carefree gay glee as the phallic projectiles picked up murderous velocity on the way down.
Belzevelle waited in eager tense anticipation for the landing, and exploded into melodic laughter as the dildos brutally impaled the tyranids with great indignity.
The looks on the faces of the tyranids as they died was hilarious, even the tyranids couldn't believe they had just been killed by a falling dildo!
Belzevelle doubled over with laughter in the rain, almost choking!
More and more dildos fell, more and more tyranids had huge dildos sticking out of them!
It was just so FUNNY!
Belzevelle couldn't keep watching, it was too funny, she would die!
Belzevelle sat down on the floor with her back against the railing wall next to where her sniper rifle and ammunition crystals lay on the floor, her face pressed into her hands, laughing so much that she could barely breathe!
It wouldn't usually be THIS funny, but today just had the atmosphere of funniness, enhancing the humour of everything around her, she just couldn't compose herself.
For several minutes Belzevelle just laughed herself out, closing her eyes, trying not to think of those hilarious falling dildos impaling the tyranids!
Belzevelle burst out laughing anew, and lay on her side in a rainwater puddle, curled up in a ball, gasping with laughter.
"It's not THAT funny Consort", Security Guardsman Potts muttered in amusement.
His words just made her laugh even more!
Belzevelle couldn't help herself, her mood was just too silly.
Belzevelle knew the real reason for her humour, it was the same reason almost the entire Sevenson extended family was currently snorting with laughter.
Violet and Franklin!
Belzevelle couldn't even put it into words, every time she thought about that incident she just exploded into choking laughter!
They had been...
They had been...
STUCK!
Belzevelle rolled around on her face in the puddle, howling with laughter.
It was just SO funny!
Belzevelle emptied her mind by shear force of will, and just lay panting for breath in the puddle.
She would not let a thought enter her mind...
Belzevelle suddenly exploded into laughter again, she just couldn't help herself.
The looks on their faces!
The looks on their faces as the medics unstuck them!
Unstuck them in front of everyone!
The looks on Franklin and Violet's faces!
Belzevelle gasped desperately for breath as she choked on her laughter.
They had looked so ashamed!
Oh the gods it had been so funny!
And the looks on the faces of the nuns!
Belzevelle couldn't breathe!
She was laughing too much to breathe!
Belzevelle asphyxiated slightly, and the lack of oxygen to her brain stopped her laughter, letting her breathe again.
(Authors note, this is based on my own reaction watching the new Borat Movie. I was literally crawling around on the floor laughing, it was so funny that I couldn't breathe. The scene with the Kazakhstan Disney princess cartoon movie about Melania Trump being grabbed on the pussy almost killed me.)
The asphyxiation seemed to snap Belzevelle out of it, and she just caught her breath, laying on her back in the puddle.
Belzevelle's eldar physiology rapidly regained its stamina, her heartbeat slowed down to resting rate.
Belzevelle sat up, her radically sharp eldar senses seeing her surroundings in extreme detail through her elegant dark eldar night vision goggles.
The roof was crowded with long haired naked women, all Slaaneshi tickle slaves, throwing dildos off the roof like darts onto the tyranids below. Also present on the roof were whip wielding Security Guardsmen to direct and guide the tickle slaves, and a large number of other men busily assembling crude human machinery related to power generation.
In actual fact the roof was the most crowded and cluttered it had ever been.
With the recent technical problems from destructive tyranid acids in the building's water supply, the building currently had no water. It was currently raining outside, providing a free solution to this problem, and humans were busily setting up open topped metal barrels and other containers all over the roof to collect the rain.
The rain might end soon, and might not return for a while, so the Slaanesh worshipping humans were taking no chances, collecting as much water as they could while the rain lasted. The weather patterns on this planet were far more complex than most, rain was not always easy to predict.
The bits of the roof that didn't have rain collection containers mostly had containers of the crudely made dildo darts, and the remaining bits of free floor space were either used as walkways, or else were occupied by the crude machinery men were busily assembling.
Belzevelle was actually in the way of people where she was laying on the floor, and various people were stepping over her to get wherever they were going.
Belzevelle stood up, walked 20 meters away from the edge of the roof and gracefully leapt onto a row of giant open water barrels, her perfectly coordinated feet landing effortlessly on the thin metal lips of one of the especially large barrels without falling in, her legs spread wide doing the splits.
Belzevelle effortlessly balanced in place doing the splits perfectly over the barrel, her extremely lean muscles deceptively strong for such slender limbs. Not a single hair was out of place, her highly disciplined elegance was perfect just as an eldar true born should be.
Some of the tickle slaves clapped in applause at Belzevelle's casual display of acrobatics. Belzevelle bowed her upper torso theatrically with a mocking smile.
Belzevelle was completely out of people's way now, and just enjoyed the glorious pleasure of this wondrous muscle stretch. Doing the splits like this felt wonderful if your muscles were accustomed to such extreme stretches, it tugged every knot out of sore muscles, the feel was nearly orgasmic.
Belzevelle sighed in ecstasy from her glorious stretch, and twisted her arms and body around in impressive contortions in an attempt to blissfully stretch every muscle in her entire body.
"I think you missed your calling as a gymnast Consort," Security Guardsman Potts chuckled.
"Maybe to a human this is impressive, for a true born eldar this is nothing," Belzevelle replied arrogantly, groaning in bliss as she raised her arms high above her head with a torso twist that stretched out the muscles in her side.
"Really Mistress Belzevelle?", a nearby tickle slave asked in wonder.
Belzevelle smiled smugly.
"My skills of flexibility are nothing compared to the Harlequins of Cegorach the laughing god," Belzevelle told the naked woman.
"Oh?, Which chaos god is that?", the tickle slave asked, clearly confused.
"No not a chaos god, Cegorach is an eldar god, the eldar laughing god," Belzevelle explained patiently.
"A god of laughing?, Does that mean this Cegorach is a god of tickling?", a different tickle slave asked excitedly, clearly having a one track mind.
Belzevelle blinked at this question.
"To be honest I have never really thought about Cegorach in those terms... I guess that since he is a god of laughter in all its many forms, then *technically* he is also the eldar god of tickling... You tickle slaves are making it weird..." Belzevelle admitted distastefully.
The slave girls all got feverishly excited at this and asked a battery of annoying inappropriate questions about Cegorach.
"Do you pray to the eldar tickling god Mistress Belzevelle?"
"No, I don't pray to Cegorach,"
"Why not Mistress Belzevelle?"
"I am currently bound to Mistress Wendy in the service of Slaanesh!"
"Can't you worship both Mistress Belzevelle?"
"Not really no, I don't actually worship Slaanesh either for that matter, I worship my Mistress Wendy alone as my sole religion,"
"But Mistress Wendy isn't a god, you should worship Slaanesh like the rest of us!"
"I *know* that Mistress Wendy isn't an actual god, but I still worship her, it's a kinky sex thing!"
"You should worship a god too Mistress Belzevelle, either Slaanesh or the tickling god,"
"Cegorach isn't actually a tickling god, well he technically is, but he is more a god of comedy and pranks and jokes and clowns,"
"Why can't you worship both gods Mistress Belzevelle?"
"Cegorach and Slaanesh are sworn mortal enemies,"
The tickle slaves all hissed daemonically, their gentle faces suddenly taking on a daemonic visage!
"Don't you DARE worship a sworn enemy of our Blessed Slaanesh! Don't you DARE Mistress Belzevelle!" Distorted faced tickle slaves snarled angrily in horribly distorted daemonic voices!
Belzevelle was shocked and alarmed by this horrifying transformation in the previously inoffensive gentle naked tickle slaves.
"I already told you that I don't worship Cegorach!, I worship Mistress Wendy alone!", Belzevelle exclaimed urgently, heart racing with fear.
The tickle slaves all seemed mollified by this reminder, and one by one their faces returned to normal, just harmless helpless slave women again.
Belzevelle was breathing hard, her heart still racing.
Loud whip cracks suddenly split the air, tickle slaves screamed in agony!
"Don't you slaves DARE speak that way to Consort Belzevelle ever again!"
Belzevelle saw every Security Guardsman on the entire roof rushing to brutally flog the slave girls for their gross insubordination to a personal consort of Mistress Wendy Sevenson.
Every girl who had dared to distort her face earlier was now grovelling on the floor shrieking in pain and fear, as dozens of men brutally flogged them again and again with huge whips, flogging the naked bodies of the girls so hard that they were bleeding.
The men didn't spare the lash, and just kept beating the weeping girls for a pitifully long time, the blood of the girls mixing with the rain water in the puddles.
Security Guardsman Potts approached Belzevelle where she still did the splits over the rainwater barrel.
"Are you alright Consort Belzevelle Mistress?", Security Guardsman Potts inquired respectfully.
"I am unharmed, but what the hell was that?", Belzevelle asked in bewilderment.
"That was, well. You see Consort, only the *most* devout Slaanesh worshippers ever become tickle slaves here, only the truly devout can handle their sort of lifestyle," Security Guardsman Potts explained.
"Only by the most complete faith and devotion to Blessed Slaanesh can any woman actually enjoy rape and torture 16 hours a day for an entire lifetime, only Blessed Slaanesh can give any individual the raw lust and endurance needed to actually survive the life of one of these tickle slaves without going insane."
"This same extreme fanatical devotion to Blessed Slaanesh makes these girls a bit touchy about any perceived threats to our religion," Security Guardsman Potts explained.
"You worship Slaanesh too?", Belzevelle noted.
"Yes of course Consort, this entire building is a worship monument to Blessed Slaanesh. All who work or slave here are devoted to our god," Security Guardsman Potts explained respectfully.
Belzevelle accepted this logical explanation, it of course made sense.
"What's up with their distorted faces and voices, I thought only the most favoured Slaanesh worshippers could do that?", Belzevelle asked.
"Oh?, We can all do that party trick," Security Guardsman Potts said in a suddenly distorted voice, his own face briefly demonically distorted just to show her.
Belzevelle shrugged, apparently it was an extremely common ability.
The men gradually stopped flogging the weeping slave girls, and forced all of the girls to apologise down on their faces to Belzevelle.
Belzevelle deigned to accept the grovelling apologies, and the girls were put back to work dropping dildos, their bodies now savagely scourged and bleeding.
Belzevelle decided that she had stretched enough now, and gracefully bent her spine back with extreme flexibility, gripped the lip of the barrel behind her with her hands, and elegantly slid and raised herself into a perfect handstand on the lip of the barrel, legs still stretched out doing the splits.
Belzevelle elegantly raised her legs up straight, showing off to the humans.
A huge rubber dildo suddenly hit Belzevelle's armoured body glove covered stomach faster than the speed of sound, too fast to dodge!
Belzevelle grunted as the breath was knocked out of her, and fell backwards into the rainwater barrel with a splash!
Belzevelle broke the surface of the shallow water frantically, gasping for breath, in shock about what had just happened!
Belzevelle was unharmed, her normally completely flexible soft body glove had automatically hardened from the supersonic impact, completely protecting Belzevelle from harm.
The huge rubber dildo was floating in the water beside her...
The sadistic laughter of Mistress Wendy filled the air.
There was a loud crack of the sound barrier being broken, and suddenly the beautiful cruel face of Mistress Wendy was peeking over the lip of the barrel, looking in at Belzevelle.
Mistress Wendy's face was not illuminated, her pink mark of Slaanesh deliberately not glowing to maintain stealth. Mistress Wendy had deliberately snuck up on Belzevelle to prank her like this, one of the few humans supernaturally fast enough to actually flit past the corners of Belzevelle's sharp gaze without detection.
Belzevelle bowed her head in worship of Mistress Wendy, filled with religious awe of her personal Dominatrix.
Mistress Wendy was still laughing at her cruel prank on Belzevelle, her sadistic face radiantly beautiful as she laughed at her grovelling Belzevelle floating in the rain barrel.
Belzevelle allowed herself a smile, and giggled at the sheer silliness of what had just happened to her.
Mistress Wendy waited for her laughter to reach a natural stopping point, and then gaily cannonballed into the barrel, soaking Belzevelle with the resulting huge splash!
"Ah, so nice and cool!", Mistress Wendy moaned obscenely, cooling her supernaturally overheated body in the cold rain water.
Mistress Wendy wasn't wearing any night vision goggles, her own Slaanesh enhanced Night Lord descendant night vision eyesight apparently seeing clearly in this pitch darkness.
Mistress Wendy was in fact completely naked!
"This barrel will have to be just our water, for hygiene reasons," Mistress Wendy purred, squeezing one of her swollen breasts erotically, spurting out an impressive stream of milk into the water.
Mistress Wendy's supernatural mark of Slaanesh suddenly glowed, engaging the automatic glare dampeners on Belzevelle's night vision goggles.
"You won't need those for a while," Mistress Wendy said, pulling off Belzevelle's goggles.
Belzevelle could indeed see now, the entire inside of the barrel reflected the sensual pink glow of Mistress Wendy's mark of Slaanesh on the right cheek of her face.
Mistress Wendy was resting naked in the water, her huge buoyant breasts bobbing and floating. The water wasn't deep, maybe a meter deep, just deep enough to cannonball into really. This depth wasn't just from rain passively falling in this barrel, smaller rain collection containers were periodically emptied into the bigger barrels like this one to store the water.
Belzevelle thrilled with submissive sexual desire in the presence of Mistress Wendy naked in this enclosed rain barrel, this was so romantic!
Mistress Wendy lazily floated over to Belzevelle in the shallow water, and gently put her arms around the highly submissive Belzevelle, cuddling against her so that their breasts were touching through Belzevelle's thin skintight body glove.
Mistress Wendy's red lips found Belzevelle's, kissing her tenderly. Belzevelle relaxed into the wonderful romantic kiss, utterly submissive.
Belzevelle was completely sexually receptive to Mistress Wendy, her vagina was wet with excitement right now, yearning for Mistress Wendy's wonderful touch.
Mistress Wendy simply tenderly made out with Belzevelle in the water, kissing her so wonderfully.
Belzevelle submissively wrapped her own arms around Mistress Wendy's neck, pressing into the kisses hungrily. This was devastatingly romantic.
Mistress Wendy broke the kiss, and just held her forehead pressed softly against Belzevelle's forehead, gazing lovingly into Belzevelle's romance smitten eyes.
Belzevelle's heart was melted, she was so completely in love. She felt so safe and so loved.
"I love you Mistress Wendy," Belzevelle whispered romantically.
"I love you too Belzevelle," Mistress Wendy whispered back, kissing her again for a moment.
Belzevelle was putty in Mistress Wendy's arms, this was so romantic, her heart was ablaze with love.
"You really earned my trust telling me about your encounter with the eldar warlocks in your dream," Mistress Wendy whispered earnestly.
"I'm not a traitor?", Belzevelle asked insecurely.
"Not at all, not a traitor. You came to me and told me the truth, unlike a certain husband of mine, and I respect you more than ever before because of that," Mistress Wendy tenderly assured her.
Belzevelle thrilled at these words, and spontaneously kissed Mistress Wendy, completely smitten.
Maybe a minute later Mistress Wendy again broke the tender kissing.
"I do understand the plight of your people Belzevelle, that is part of the reason why I spared you from the appetite of Blessed Slaanesh. The poor eldar race are in quite the predicament thanks to Blessed Slaanesh, many of us Slaanesh worshippers do feel genuine pity for you poor damned creatures," Mistress Wendy whispered.
"You do Mistress Wendy?, You actually feel pity for the eldar?", Belzevelle asked in wonder.
"Well, not pity in the sense of lifting a finger to actually help them, more pity in the philosophical sense of general well wishing without action," Mistress Wendy chuckled cruelly.
Belzevelle shivered in horror!
"Come now, don't be afraid. I am agreeing to let you do some little things to help your people am I not?", Mistress Wendy soothed tenderly.
"Yes Mistress Wendy, that is true," Belzevelle conceded.
"I could have easily just forbidden you from ever helping your people, you would have been powerless to disobey me. But I was indulgent to you, I gave you permission to do your strange little quest with my blessings, because I love you," Mistress Wendy said with heart melting tenderness.
Belzevelle couldn't help kissing Mistress Wendy at these beautiful words.
They kissed for a little while before Mistress Wendy broke the kiss once more, their foreheads pressed together romantically.
"You have earned my trust Belzevelle, you have proven to me that you will never keep secrets from me. You have no idea how much this means to me," Mistress Wendy whispered lovingly.
Belzevelle basked transfixed in these wonderful words.
"It just so happens that I am about to help you in your objective to save the lives of your kabal compatriots," Mistress Wendy announced.
Belzevelle's eyes widened in surprised disbelief.
"My brother Luke is getting quite alarmed by the recent population explosion of hormagaunts all along the landing beach,"
"The genestealer cult behind all of this appear to worship Nurgle. It was they who used the power of Nurgle to poison the water with acid, our military intelligence is certain of this now."
"Nurgle alone has the power to confound the precognitive powers of Tzeentch, that is why we have been so blind to the actions of the genestealer cult, even TigerLily cannot discern what they are going to do beforehand, the power of Nurgle poisons all precognition regarding these genestealers."
"The landing bay that can just be seen from the corner over there, (Wendy pointed with her finger), it's completely full of Nurgle acids. I know you have heard rumours, it's true, thousands of landing boats were destroyed by the acid, over a million dark eldar died in the bay, Blessed Slaanesh took their souls,"
Belzevelle choked a sob of grief, no!
Mistress Wendy hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek, comforting her slightly.
"By the time we learned of the danger it was too late, we saved as many boats as we possibly could, quick responses by boat pilots saved maybe another hundred thousand dark eldar lives from joining the dead."
Belzevelle nodded sadly.
"Well anyway, the bay didn't just have troop transports. It also had over 500 supply ships carrying food supplies for the army, hundreds of thousands of tons of food rations also sunk into that bay and dissolved into the acid..."
"Mistress Wendy, is that why the water systems are destroyed?, Did the acid get into our water supply?", Belzevelle suddenly asked with a thought.
"Yes, that is exactly what happened. My tower uses pumped seawater for cooling and desalinated drinking water. The acid from the bay got into this building and destroyed these systems," Mistress Wendy confirmed gravely.
Belzevelle nodded numbly, full of grief from the terrible news.
"Well anyway my dear, the reason the tyranids down in the street below are so especially numerous is because they can drink any acid unharmed. They simply drank the entire bay, they are still drinking it, they drink the acid water, filter out all the dissolved food and bodies and acid, and piss out purified sea water."
"They are drinking the bay like a damn milkshake, and turning all the dissolved food and meat into more tyranids. They had a population explosion, there are millions of new hormagaunts roaming around the place now,"
Belzevelle followed the story so far, but wasn't really sure where it was leading or what this had to do with saving any eldar. Mistress Wendy seemed to sense Belzevelle's confusion.
"Many millions of dark eldar warriors made it safely to land..."
Belzevelle already knew this, but still sighed with slight relief to be reminded of this.
"However, they are not safe. The Night Lords are with them, they were the first to land. They also have tanks and human infantry safely on land, and vast numbers of supply trucks. But this force is completely cut off from reinforcement for the moment."
Belzevelle groaned.
"This vast population explosion of hormagaunts is spreading. Our forces are retreating far inland to evade them, as far inland as they can go, but it seems that the hormagaunts are getting closer."
"By tomorrow hundreds of thousands of the new hormagaunts will have randomly migrated far enough inland to detect our trapped forces, and a lot of dark eldar will die."
Belzevelle moaned in despair.
"Oh but I haven't gotten to the good part yet. I have decided to help them, by providing a rather noisy distraction."
Belzevelle looked at Mistress Wendy's beautiful face in amazement.
"Ever heard of Slaaneshi sonic weaponry?", Mistress Wendy asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Yes Mistress Wendy, I have heard of them," Belzevelle admitted slowly.
"I happen to have some stored in this building," Mistress Wendy said with a triumphant smile.
Belzevelle just stared at Mistress Wendy.
"My servants are collecting them right now to set up on the roof. I am going to treat the tyranids to a musical performance, a rather... Loud, musical performance..."
Belzevelle cocked her head, surely Mistress Wendy didn't mean...
"Half the island will hear our little rooftop concert, the hormagaunts will all come to investigate the noise..."
Belzevelle gulped, that was exactly what she had feared!
"Mistress Wendy!, Won't the building be overrun?!, Do we have enough darts to slay the millions of tyranids that will be drawn to the building?!", Belzevelle asked fearfully.
"Oh my dear Belzevelle, you worry too much. They are called sonic WEAPONS for a reason, my servants will aim them to hit just in front of the doors," Mistress Wendy laughed happily.
Belzevelle wasn't sure this was such a good idea, but she wasn't about to argue with her exalted Mistress Wendy.
"You don't think it's a good plan?", Mistress Wendy challenged Belzevelle immediately, sensing her unspoken opinion from her body language.
"You dominate me completely Mistress Wendy, my own lowly opinion is of no importance," Belzevelle said with complete submissive humility.
Mistress Wendy smiled dominantly, impressed by this utterly submissive attitude, and dominantly kissed Belzevelle again on the lips. But Belzevelle got the distinct feeling that Mistress Wendy was actually upset by Belzevelle's reaction to her remarkable gift of sparing eldar lives.
"I hope you don't think me ungrateful Mistress Wendy, you are doing this all for me. I absolutely love you," Belzevelle added submissively when Mistress Wendy ended the dominant kiss.
"I'm glad to hear that Belzevelle, I was almost offended," Mistress Wendy replied dominantly.
"If you must know Mistress Wendy, I am merely concerned about the safety of attracting the entire swarm to our home. If it is safe then of course I am warmly in favour," Belzevelle reconciled submissively.
"You let me, the Dominatrix, worry about the safety. You just be grateful and humble like a good little submissive bitch when I give you a gift," Mistress Wendy dominantly put Belzevelle in her place.
"Yes Mistress Wendy, I am so sorry for being an ungrateful little submissive bitch Mistress Wendy. Thank you so so so much for your astonishing generosity that I don't deserve," Belzevelle replied penitently, deeply thankful to have such a wonderful dominatrix to put Belzevelle submissively in her place.
"That's much better my submissive little whore," Mistress Wendy said with smug dominance.
Belzevelle thrilled at this domination, so utterly turned on by her submission to the arrogant Mistress Wendy.
"Thank you Mistress Wendy, I love you," Belzevelle said sincerely.
Mistress Wendy nodded arrogantly, smiling dominantly.
"Are we made up now Mistress Wendy, do I require punishment to teach me to be a grateful bitch?", Belzevelle asked timidly, just wanting to repair this slight damage to their relationship.
Mistress Wendy simply wrapped her arms around Belzevelle and kissed her lovingly.
Belzevelle eagerly returned the kisses like a good submissive, trying extra hard to be a good girl now.
"I'm not doing it just for you, but you swayed me to the decision," Mistress Wendy said after a pause in the heavy kissing.
"My brother Luke was also getting concerned about the tyranids, he is down there with the land army."
"Our dungeon tower here is not the only Sevenson installation to still hold out on the surface, there are others. Luke has been begging everyone to help redirect the tyranids away from his army, but everyone has been understandably hesitant to draw the swarm to themselves."
"I was hesitant too, the army could handle the tyranids, just with a lot of expendable dark eldar casualties. It was a lot to risk for some poorly trained cannon fodder troops that could be easily replaced."
"But I decided out of love for you to draw the swarm to our tower, because I knew how much it meant to you. I understand the risks, but between Luke pestering me and my romantic feelings for you, I have decided to take that risk," Mistress Wendy told Belzevelle tenderly.
Belzevelle choked up with emotion at this and kissed Mistress Wendy passionately. That was so sweet!
The kissing got heavier, the talking seemed to be over now.
Belzevelle was intensely aware that Mistress Wendy was utterly naked in the water, she could feel Mistress Wendy's massive floating breasts pressing against Belzevelle's own much smaller breasts through her body glove.
Belzevelle wanted so badly to touch Mistress Wendy's intensely erotic body, but Belzevelle was the submissive partner, it was not her place to touch without permission.
"I desire you so badly Mistress Wendy," Belzevelle whispered desperately during a break in their kissing.
Mistress Wendy responded by dominantly licking the side of Belzevelle's face, making Belzevelle moan with intense submissive desire.
Belzevelle felt Mistress Wendy's delicate strong fingers stroke the camel toe at the crotch of Belzevelle's tight body glove, fingertips swiping up and down the vaginal valley like a swipe card!
Belzevelle was paralysed with pleasure from the touch, utterly still and submissive, yearning so terribly.
Mistress Wendy kissed Belzevelle again, putting her tongue in Belzevelle's mouth, making her so horny that she ached.
As they kissed, Belzevelle felt Mistress Wendy's strong fingers rubbing Belzevelle's clitoris through the skintight body glove!
Oh by the gods that felt so good!
Belzevelle was utterly still, paralysed by her intense submission, thrills running up her spine from the touch of Mistress Wendy.
Mistress Wendy broke the kiss but kept rubbing Belzevelle's clitoris, her beautiful sadistic face grinning down at the submissive Belzevelle.
Belzevelle looked up submissively into the sadistic face of Mistress Wendy, Belzevelle's face contorted in a grimace of intense sexual pleasure. Belzevelle was moaning.
Belzevelle closed her eyes in ecstasy as Mistress Wendy rubbed harder, the supremely skilful touch was heavenly!
"Permission to cum Mistress Wendy?", Belzevelle moaned hopefully like a good girl.
"You can cum," Mistress Wendy purred dominantly.
Belzevelle groaned in intense gratitude and let herself begin to climax.
"Oh Mistress Wendy! Oh fuck yes!", Belzevelle moaned loudly.
Oh fuck it felt so good in her clitoris!
Belzevelle's entire body arched involuntarily into her peaking orgasm, oh fuck it felt so good!
Belzevelle was screaming her head off, utterly defeated by the intense pleasure as her orgasm grew and grew!
Belzevelle came screaming in pleasure, the intense pleasure that only an eldar could feel, it was so extreme that it was agony!
Belzevelle groaned wonderfully as she came down from her orgasm, she was floating on her back in the water, held in the possessive arms of Mistress Wendy.
Belzevelle gazed up at Mistress Wendy in awed worship, amazed as always that the woman could make Belzevelle cum so hard with just her fingers.
Mistress Wendy was gazing down at Belzevelle with dominant smugness, arrogantly confident in her ability to so easily make Belzevelle cum so hard.
"I love you Mistress Wendy, so fucking much," Belzevelle groaned with intense feeling, her body feeling so wonderful after her orgasm.
Belzevelle was completely and utterly smitten.
***...
Belzevelle felt extremely nervous as she clutched her high tech eldar sound cancelling earmuffs hard against her ears, afraid of the avalanche of sound that was about to be unleashed.
Belzevelle was standing on the roof once more, having climbed out of the now somewhat unhygienic water barrel. She was standing as far away as she possibly could from the east and west walls, standing right in the centre of the landing pad.
Secured to the East and West edges of the rooftop railing walls were several extremely sinister looking sound devices...
The devices were pieces of Slaaneshi sonic weaponry, called "blast-masters", dreaded and infamous weapons that used extreme amounts of highly focused sound waves to literally obliterate military targets, said to liquefy flesh with brutal sonic vibrations.
The devices looked very bizarre, long barrelled speaker tubes carved all over with Slaanesh daemons and Slaanesh symbols, with bundles of thick wires sticking out of them in various places.
The blast-master sonic weapons were huge, big even for a space marine to wield, huge unwieldy tubes of excessive length. The mortal servants of Mistress Wendy had gotten around this problem by simply mounting the blast-masters on sturdy frames, securely fastened to the walls.
The humans were currently still carefully aiming the huge devices and calibrating them, pointing one at the piles of carrion just in front of every ground floor entrance, the blast-masters were not yet ready to fire, but Belzevelle was taking no chances.
Mistress Wendy was currently sitting a few meters away from Belzevelle, moving with supersonic speed on a bicycle pedal powered electricity generator, charging up a huge bank of waterproof las-cannon batteries that would power the blast-masters. The air was loudly cracking as Mistress Wendy's blurringly fast legs pedalled the bicycle generator faster than the speed of sound, her legs breaking the sound barrier with loud cracks.
Mistress Wendy stopped pedalling often to cool down, but it was still raining heavily, cooling her down faster than she usually would. Mistress Wendy had been pedalling on and off for about 30 minutes, and her raw speed spinning the generator had stored up quite an impressive amount of power. The battery bank certainly had enough power now to fire the blast-masters for at least a while.
Masses of wires connected every part of the weaponised sound system together, and all the wires congregated on a raised karaoke stage of all things.
Lines of excited off duty tickle slaves were already lined up in front of the karaoke stage, waiting for their turn to sing through the blast-masters.
Belzevelle personally found it ridiculous, but Mistress Wendy had announced to every tickle slave in the entire building that the building roof was to host a never ending karaoke concert!
The stage had a teleprompter, and a large song list. It had a music cogitator to process this resulting racket, and a soundproof microphone helmet to hear the voice of the singer over the blast-masters. (All the gear was waterproof of course).
Belzevelle personally had a bad feeling about letting a bunch of tickle slaves sing karaoke songs badly out of tune through a blast-master, if for no other reason than that half the island would hear this racket. Belzevelle suspected that Mistress Wendy was deliberately subjecting millions of people to appalling karaoke singing just to be sadistic...
Belzevelle was only still on the roof because Mistress Wendy had sadistically commanded her to attend the start of the "concert", Mistress Wendy had at least been kind enough to allow Belzevelle to fetch some ear protection.
The tickle slaves were maniacs for being here without ear protection of any kind, surely they would go deaf!
A few minutes later the men stepped away from the various blast-masters, indicating with hand signals that the devices were ready to go. Belzevelle gulped.
Mistress Wendy sauntered naked onto the stage, given the honour of singing the first song of the "concert", and the tickle slaves all cheered and applauded. Belzevelle set her ear protection to maximum and pressed the earmuffs as hard as possible into her head.
Belzevelle couldn't hear a thing now that her ear protection was set to maximum. Mistress Wendy was saying something or other to the excited audience of tickle slaves. Men were fearfully fleeing the roof en mass...
Mistress Wendy secured the soundproof microphone helmet over her head, and selected an option from a faintly glowing song list...
The wall of sound was so extreme that Belzevelle nearly fell over!
Throbbing beats vibrated the floor horribly, vibrating right through every bone in her body!
The protective earmuffs stopped the sound going through them, but could do nothing to stop the sound vibrating in through Belzevelle's skull!
The throbbing beat was seductive and repetitive, had the volume been less extreme it would be pleasant.
The tickle slave seemed to be completely unbothered by the noise, even without any ear protection!
The tickle slaves were actually clapping and dancing to the beat!
Mistress Wendy seemed to be waiting for the right moment in the seductive beat. Suddenly her impossibly erotic voice sang through the blast-masters with weaponised volume!
"My tortures bring all the girls to the yard, and their like, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge."
"My tortures bring all the girls to the yard, and their like, it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge."
"I know you want it, the thing that makes me, what the girls go crazy for, they lose their minds, the way I wind, I think it's time."
"Lala la la, la, warm it up, lala la la, la, the girls are screaming..."
The tickle slaves were dancing around sensuously in delight as Belzevelle clutched her ears and screamed silently in this apocalyptic wall of raw sound!
Mistress Wendy herself was swaying and dancing erotically as she sang this Slaaneshi lesbian pop song!
Belzevelle was screaming in horror and weeping uncontrollably!
The avalanche of sound just continued with agonising throbbing, the very air was agony to Belzevelle!
Tickle slaves were starting to pair up and kiss sensually in the throbbing beat, still flicking their hips in dancing rhythms to the music.
Mistress Wendy kept singing the repetitive song, shaking the entire floor with the extreme volume!
Mistress Wendy's breasts were shooting out milk in the avalanche of sound, spraying over the rain soaked lesbian revellers. The sound was vibrating her swollen breasts so extremely that blood was shooting out as well as milk!
The tickle slaves extended their tongues to catch this blood tinged milk from their beloved slave owner, wanting to taste it!
The tickle slaves were licking the bloody milk off each other's naked bodies
The tickle slaves were starting to tickle each other's naked bodies with their hands as they licked each other, they were beginning to scissor their vaginas passionately together as they did so, they were starting to have a lesbian orgy!
This was madness, the slaves should have been driven deaf at the very least, but they seemed supernaturally resistant to the extreme noise!
Belzevelle clenched her eyes shut, trying desperately to keep the terrible avalanche of sound out of her tortured eardrums, the pain in her ears was agonising!
Tickle slave vaginas were spraying squirt everywhere in orgasm, filling the milk and rain choked air with a mist of floating squirt!
Belzevelle was completely drenched with this squirt mist!
She was breathing in the squirt!
She could taste their pussies in her mouth from the mist!
It smelled like pussy!
Belzevelle dropped screaming to her knees, the sensory overload was crushing her!
The song suddenly ended, and the subsequent silence was almost as deafening as the sound itself. Belzevelle sobbed in relief!
Belzevelle opened her eyes, and instantly noticed that all the tickle slaves were up on their feet cheering and clapping in applause. Belzevelle vomited on the floor in trauma, that had been hellish.
Mistress Wendy was bowing theatrically to her cheering tickle slaves, blowing them kisses through her microphone helmet. The tickle slaves were going wild with applause.
Mistress Wendy's breasts seemed deflated now, still huge, but no longer swollen with milk. Blood was flowing softly out of her nipples with no sign of the usual eternal flow of milk, the weaponised sound vibrations of the blast-masters had apparently completely squeezed them empty.
Mistress Wendy took off her microphone helmet, and continued blowing kisses to the jubilant crowd.
The naked tickle slave at the head of the karaoke line eagerly climbed the stage, and Mistress Wendy brazenly grabbed the slave by the vagina, fingering the girl in front of the entire audience!
The tickle slave was utterly submissive and sexually receptive to her owner, and Mistress Wendy quickly made the lesbian slave girl squirt in orgasm over the cheering crowd.
Mistress Wendy handed the microphone helmet to the panting satisfied looking tickle slave, and gracefully exited the stage as the slave girl put the helmet on.
Mistress Wendy was suddenly standing beside Belzevelle with supernatural speed...
Belzevelle was agonisingly pulled up to her feet by her hair!
Ouch that hurt!
Mistress Wendy dominantly wrapped her arms around Belzevelle from behind, cupping her breasts through the body glove!
Belzevelle froze, fear warring with thrill to be her dominant emotion, biting her lip from the assertive touch.
The tickle slave on stage selected the song she wanted to sing, and Belzevelle was screaming in agony once again as the blast-masters began to play!
Oh by all the gods the noise!
The terribly out of tune awful singing of the tickle slave filled the air.
"I like wet cunts and I cannot lie, and you other lezzoes can't deny, that when a girl crawls in with an itty bitty waist and a wet thing in your face, you get, sprung..."
What the hell was this!
Belzevelle felt one of Mistress Wendy's dominant hands slide down between Belzevelle's legs!
Belzevelle's hands were still pressed hard over her earmuffs, she dared not lower her hands, leaving her unable to use her arms. She felt so utterly defenceless as Mistress Wendy touched her body!
Mistress Wendy was rubbing Belzevelle's pussy through the body glove!
Oh the gods!
The awful out of tune lesbian pop song continued abusing the air with agonising bone jarring power, the entire world was an apocalyptic avalanche of noise!
The rubbing on Belzevelle's pussy got worse, making her groan silently in the deafening air.
Mistress Wendy's other arm was wrapped around Belzevelle's chest just below the boobs from behind. Mistress Wendy swayed her body sensuously with the rhythm, and Belzevelle was swayed in the strong grip, forced to dance.
Belzevelle submitted obediently, swaying her body the way Mistress Wendy was leading her, and the pair of them swayed sensuously to the blaring music.
Belzevelle was in complete agony from the sound, but she was too utterly submissive to her Mistress Wendy to resist in any way, just dancing through her incredible pain.
Mistress Wendy dominantly licked the side of Belzevelle's bare neck from behind, making Belzevelle tingle with erotic pleasure. The rubbing between her legs felt so good, Belzevelle was completely wet with lust now.
The Dominatrix and submissive just danced in the avalanche of sound, hard rain pelting off them, it was strangely romantic in an extreme sort of way.
Mistress Wendy wore no ear protection, but the Slaanesh champion seemed completely unharmed. It seemed probable that Slaanesh herself was protecting Mistress Wendy from the devastating sound.
The song about lesbians who liked wet vaginas continued abusing the air with extreme volume, and Mistress Wendy was rubbing Belzevelle's crotch faster now.
Belzevelle was screaming with a combination of pain from her eardrums and pleasure from her pussy, she was getting closer to climax.
Mistress Wendy seemed able to perfectly sense the progress of other people's orgasms, and rubbed in beat with the music, so that the pleasure spiked and fell in tune with the music.
Belzevelle was utterly helpless and dominated, simply carried along for the ride on a pleasure journey that Mistress Wendy completely controlled, an orgasm puppet controlled by Mistress Wendy's strings.
Belzevelle leaned back into Mistress Wendy for support as the pleasure became too extreme to keep standing, moaning and screaming into the noise choked air.
Mistress Wendy easily supported Belzevelle's weight, swaying their bodies in time with the music, and Belzevelle could only grip her earmuffs and scream as pleasure overtook agony in intensity.
Mistress Wendy was keeping track of the progress of the song perfectly, and was speeding up Belzevelle's pleasure, the song was nearly finished.
Mistress Wendy's skilled fingers forced Belzevelle to climax hard just as the song ended, so that in the deafening silence Belzevelle's mind was suddenly left focusing entirely on an extreme orgasm!
Belzevelle moaned her head off as the sudden absence of pain made her pleasure a thousand times stronger, oh the gods that was a HARD orgasm!
Belzevelle was panting in Mistress Wendy's arms, still gripping her earmuffs tightly, feeling so utterly dominated.
Mistress Wendy's hands dominantly explored Belzevelle's body as she leaned panting against Mistress Wendy's front, Belzevelle groaned from the erotic touch of her worshipped dominatrix.
A new tickle slave was taking to the stage now, and Belzevelle pressed her hands harder into her earmuffs, fearfully protecting her eardrums from the new agony that was about to begin.
Both of Belzevelle's body glove covered armpits were suddenly tickled by Mistress Wendy!
Belzevelle squealed with laughter, her armpits horrifically ticklish, but was too terrified to let go of her earmuffs!
Mistress Wendy had both her arms wrapped tightly around Belzevelle's chest from behind, with both hands coming around to bury inside opposite armpits, fingers stroking with Mistress Wendy's legendary tickling skill!
Belzevelle was trapped!
The arms wrapped around her chest held her too strongly to escape!
Even if Belzevelle did manage to wiggle free, Mistress Wendy was simply too fast to escape from!
The song would start any moment!
Belzevelle howled with terrible laughter, her armpits were being tickled so fucking much!
The air suddenly filled with an explosion of noise from the blast-masters.
Belzevelle had now lost any opportunity to let go of her earmuffs!
Mistress Wendy's cruel skilful fingers tickled mercilessly!
Belzevelle screamed with laughter!
Belzevelle couldn't close her arms to protect her armpits without letting go of the earmuffs!
If Belzevelle let go of the earmuffs more sound would be able to enter, making the agony in her ears even worse!
Belzevelle wiggled and squirmed, but dared not let go of her earmuffs, oh holy fuck that tickled so bad!
The song was blaring, more Slaaneshi lesbian pop music, but Belzevelle was so tormented by her tickled armpits that she couldn't remember the lyrics she heard.
Mistress Wendy was utterly without mercy, and was tickling harder and harder over time!
Belzevelle was crying with laughter, completely dismayed by this horrible predicament!
Mistress Wendy's stroking fingers danced over Belzevelle's armpits in tune with the music, rising and falling in intensity with the beat, forcing the frantically laughing Belzevelle to laugh in beat with the music!
Belzevelle wet herself hard, filling her skintight body glove with a bulge full of urine over her pussy, but Mistress Wendy just tickled her all the faster!
Belzevelle was in hell!
She couldn't stop pressing on her earmuffs to protect her poor armpits!
Her armpits tickled so fucking badly!
It was getting worse!
Mistress Wendy was tickling harder and harder as the song went on!
Belzevelle needed every shred of willpower to keep protecting her ears as Mistress Wendy tormented her worse and worse, Belzevelle was screaming with laughter.
Just before the end of the song it was utterly intolerable, Mistress Wendy made the tickling peak in intensity at the climax of the song!
The song was over!
Mistress Wendy was still tickling her!
Mistress Wendy hadn't stopped at the end of the song!
Belzevelle took advantage of the sudden silence to let go of her earmuffs and frantically tried to protect her armpits!
Mistress Wendy's hands were impossibly strong, Belzevelle closed her arms with all her strength but simply wasn't strong enough to squeeze the tickling hands out of her armpits!
Belzevelle tried gripping hold of the hands and physically pulling them out, but she couldn't even budge Mistress Wendy's daemon strength!
Belzevelle tried grabbing individual fingers to hold them still to stop them stroking, but even the fingers were too strong to stop!
Belzevelle couldn't make it stop!
She was howling with laughter but couldn't stop Mistress Wendy tickling her!
The next tickle slave was about to start a new song!
The hysterically laughing Belzevelle wretchedly returned her hands to her earmuffs to protect her eardrums from trauma, her armpits tickling hellishly!
Mistress Wendy just sadistically kept tickling Belzevelle as she wept tears of laughter.
This was just one of the sort of things you daily had to endure as a submissive Consort of Mistress Wendy Sevenson...
***...
Belzevelle's body glove had a massive amount of urine trapped inside it when Mistress Wendy finally stopped tickling her an entire HOUR later!
The avalanche of out of tune karaoke singing was still blasting out of the blast-masters, and Mistress Wendy was currently back on the bicycle generator pedalling with supersonic speed. The huge battery bank had been somewhat drained after over an hour of using the blast-masters.
Belzevelle was still pressing her hands into her earmuffs. Over the course of the hellish hour of extreme armpit tickling Belzevelle had dropped a hand to try to futilely protect her armpits a few times, and each time the additional sound entering through the earmuff had tortured her eardrum so much that she had instantly returned her hand, deciding that the tickling was less painful than the sound.
Belzevelle's armpits were still tingling with phantom tickles that made her giggle and fidget, but nothing was going to make her lower her hands up on this roof.
Belzevelle had not yet been given permission from Mistress Wendy to leave the roof, so she just obediently remained in this agonisingly noisy place. Her submission to Mistress Wendy was so important to Belzevelle's submissive lifestyle that she would always obey her Mistress Wendy, even when it was agony.
The sound was even now torturing Belzevelle, her eardrums were quaking with such intense agony that she had vomited herself empty of food. Her bones ached deeply, her joints ached, her skin was sore from the huge vibrations slapping through the air.
Belzevelle was in so much pain, but that was nothing new as a submissive of Mistress Wendy. Every day was painful in some way or other, every day was extreme.
The tickle slaves were still dancing around and having sexual lesbian orgies with each other, completely unbothered by the apocalyptic sound. Slaanesh seemed to protect her devout worshippers from harm by sonic weaponry, these tickle slaves were utter Slaanesh fanatics and seemed completely protected by their god.
The tickle slaves seemed to mostly just get incredibly horny from sonic weaponry, as did Mistress Wendy. This extreme noise was pleasure to these extremely devoted worshippers of the god of excess.
Belzevelle was in agony, but she was also starting to get bored of this "concert".
"Pussy face pussy face, you can smell my, pussy, face, my face, smells like pussy..."
By the gods Belzevelle was getting tired of the entire genre of music known as "Slaaneshi lesbian pop music"!
Every single song revolved around lesbians torturing or having sex with other lesbians, often described in graphic detail. Belzevelle was herself an enthusiastic pussy eater, but she was getting sick of the repetitive focus of these songs.
Belzevelle navigated her way around feverishly coupling slave girls that thickly covered the open landing pad area around the stage, breathing in the pungent mist of vaginal squirt that hung thickly in the air around this debauched lesbian orgy, smelling and tasting the pussies of a hundred different slave girls in the misty air.
Mistress Wendy noticed Belzevelle leaving the landing pad, still pedalling the bicycle generator next to the stage, and made eye contact with Belzevelle over the distance.
Mistress Wendy was clearly curious where Belzevelle was going, clear from her facial expression.
Belzevelle used her elbow to point that she was just going for a walk around the rooftop.
Mistress Wendy eyed the door warningly, nonverbally warning Belzevelle not to attempt to leave the roof. Belzevelle nodded submissively that she wouldn't leave the roof, and Mistress Wendy in turn nodded that Belzevelle had permission to walk around the rooftop.
Belzevelle gratefully left the concert area of the landing pad, hands still pressed hard into her earmuffs, and explored the rest of the roof.
The rooftop was deserted away from the concert, and Belzevelle soon saw why. Every glass dildo dart in every box on the entire roof had been shattered into thousands of pieces by the noise of the blast-masters!
The tickle slaves still on duty had nothing left they could throw, the glass dildo darts were obliterated by sonic resonance. Without any darts to throw, the tickle slaves on duty had apparently been redeployed to other duties inside the building.
The men had also all fled, no longer working to assemble the power machinery. These men had apparently lacked the raw fanaticism to Slaanesh that let the fanatical tickle slaves enjoy protection from sonic weaponry, and had fled inside for the sake of their eardrums.
Belzevelle walked between endless rows of water storage containers collecting the extremely heavy rain, some of the smallest containers were already full and overflowing, lacking men or on-duty tickle slaves present to empty them into the bigger storage barrels. Belzevelle couldn't take her hands off her earmuffs to help empty these containers, so had to just leave them overflowing.
The water in the various containers was vibrating violently in the avalanche of sound, as was the surface of every single puddle. The raw output of sound was just incredible.
Belzevelle's entire crotch area was vibrating terribly from the urine trapped in her body glove from Mistress Wendy tickling her to incontinence, it was throbbing and painful, but not so bad that Belzevelle couldn't push through the pain.
Belzevelle looked at the edge of the roof, and knew that she had to look at the tyranids below, even if only for an instant. She had to know if the building was safe.
Belzevelle carefully chose a section of the east edge that was as far away as possible from the deployed blast-masters, hopefully safe for a quick split second peak to satisfy her curiosity.
The blast-masters were vibrating so terribly that they were hard to clearly see, just a blur of vibrations. Belzevelle dared not go anywhere near the obviously hazardous sound of these terrible machines.
Belzevelle pressed her earmuffs with all her might and ran to the edge as fast as possible, pushing past a wall of intense noise that slightly resisted her movements.
The sound was so loud that her eardrums were in extreme agony worse than anything before!
Belzevelle reached the edge wall and peaked over at the ground below for the merest fraction of a second.
For that fraction of a second Belzevelle's face was blasted with incredible noise from the blast-masters striking the ground and echoing back up, and her sharp eyes took in the entire scene below in complete detail.
The carrion piles were completely liquefied to goo, not even the bones remained solid. The blast-masters had sonically vibrated the entire massive pile of carrion down to soft ooze. The surface of the ooze was riven with colossal energetic waves in tune with the music, the surface vibrated with horrific power.
Quite obviously nothing was alive down by the base of the building, any tyranids that might have been alive at the start were all nothing but liquefied goo like the carrion now. The building was clearly quite well protected by the sonic weaponry as Mistress Wendy had predicted.
Only many hundreds of meters down the street did Belzevelle see any living tyranids, many many thousands of them in fact. They were all trying to approach the building, but the wall of sound was driving them back. They apparently wouldn't approach beyond a certain distance, probably because of the extreme pain the noise inflicted.
It looked like every tyranid in the entire local area was trying to get at the source of the sound, attracted by the god awful out of tune karaoke singing, but as mentioned it was just too loud up close for them to fully approach.
Belzevelle could well imagine that half the tyranids on the entire island would now be following the noise towards the building.
Belzevelle pulled back desperately after this split second view, her ears were bleeding from this brief exposure!
Belzevelle fled away, her bleeding ears in extreme agony, weeping from the pain.
She ran back to the relative quiet of the landing pad concert area with all the speed she possessed, desperately needing to be away from the sound as much as she possibly could.
Mistress Wendy was still pedalling the bicycle generator with supersonic speed in the cool of the heavy pelting rain, and Belzevelle fled to the reassuring presence of her Dominatrix to rally her frayed nerves.
Belzevelle sidled up weeping to the naked Mistress Wendy, still clutching her earmuffs desperately, and just pressed her sobbing face into Mistress Wendy's fragrant wet hair, ears in complete agony.
Mistress Wendy's skin was extremely hot to the touch from her daemon strength and speed, uncomfortably hot, but Belzevelle just pressed her face into the object of her worship, desiring physical contact with her treasured personal Dominatrix.
Belzevelle couldn't see a thing through Mistress Wendy's hot wet hair. Mistress Wendy just kept pedalling for a time, letting the agonised Belzevelle cry into her hair.
Mistress Wendy seemed to overheat, and suddenly stopped pedalling. Mistress Wendy turned to face Belzevelle, gazing deeply into her eyes.
The sound blasted rain thrashed down on them, and Mistress Wendy stretched out her arms to the sky, letting the rain cool her skin.
Mistress Wendy stepped off the bicycle generator, and lay down in a nearby puddle, rolling her incredibly busty and fuckable naked body around in the cold puddle to cool down.
Belzevelle knelt down submissively beside the puddle on her knees, hands still pressed hard to her earmuffs, and submissively bowed her head to Mistress Wendy in the puddle.
Mistress Wendy reached up and pulled Belzevelle down on top of her in the puddle, wrapping her legs around Belzevelle and kissing her passionately.
Belzevelle could do little with her hands on her ears, and just returned the kisses submissively, relying on Mistress Wendy to control this intimate encounter.
Mistress Wendy wiggled forward under Belzevelle until Belzevelle's face was over Mistress Wendy's pussy...
Belzevelle didn't need to be told, and immediately buried her face in Mistress Wendy's exalted pussy, licking and sucking energetically like a good submissive whore.
It was a long and messy process, and Belzevelle's face was very wet with warm juices, but she was eventually rewarded for her effort with a hot face full of Mistress Wendy's divine squirt.
Mistress Wendy got up out of the puddle, and lovingly guided Belzevelle to her feet by a loving pull on the elbow. Belzevelle felt intense worship for Mistress Wendy.
Mistress Wendy put a loving arm around Belzevelle's back, and led her away towards the rooftop doorway...
Belzevelle wept with relief as the soundproof armoured doors closed behind them with emergency battery power, and the horrible noise suddenly stopped!
Belzevelle's sore arms dropped from her ears, and just hung resting at her sides in blissful relief.
Mistress Wendy pulled the earmuffs off Belzevelle's head, and Belzevelle could hear a heavily muffled tiny fraction of the appalling racket outside, the volume still a bit loud but much more tolerable now.
Mistress Wendy dominantly inspected Belzevelle's extremely sore ears.
"My ears hurt Mistress Wendy," Belzevelle admitted submissively.
"The soul recharging power of your daemon ring will heal this damage, no permanent harm done," Mistress Wendy dismissed Belzevelle's concerns dominantly.
Belzevelle was actually comforted by the way Mistress Wendy dominantly dismissed her concerns, and sighed with relief.
Mistress Wendy spontaneously pressed Belzevelle against a wall and kissed her passionately!
Belzevelle was taken by surprise but returned the kisses hungrily as soon as she recovered. This was devastatingly romantic.
For a while Belzevelle was just pressed into the wall and kissed so romantically, her heart was pounding.
Mistress Wendy broke the kiss, gazing dominantly but lovingly into Belzevelle's eyes.
Belzevelle kissed Mistress Wendy on the lips again immediately, utterly in love.
The kissing pair sat down on the floor, kissing more heavily. They were at the first checkpoint just beyond both sets of armoured outer doors.
The Security Guardsmen on duty did not dare to disturb an intimate moment between Mistress Wendy Sevenson and one of her Consorts, the romantic pair were left undisturbed to kiss in peace.
Mistress Wendy stripped Belzevelle naked out of her body glove, releasing a vast amount of trapped urine all over the floor, and dominantly played with Belzevelle's bare breasts, assertively massaging them.
Belzevelle groaned blissfully and arched back her spine, pressing her breasts into the dominant hands that handled them by right.
Mistress Wendy's mouth lowered over Belzevelle's nipple, and sucked assertively. Belzevelle gasped and groaned, that felt so good!
Belzevelle was a moaning wet mess as Mistress Wendy did a variety of wonderfully pleasurable things to Belzevelle's excited yearning breasts, this was heaven!
Belzevelle groaned as she felt Mistress Wendy put a finger up Belzevelle's ass!
The finger had a very very short fingernail, it didn't scratch her delicate anus. The finger was wiggling inside her ass, massaging the walls of her anus all over!
Mistress Wendy's mouth was still doing wonderful things to Belzevelle's breasts as she fingered Belzevelle's ass, and Belzevelle was moaning her head off in ecstasy.
It all felt so good, Belzevelle felt so dominated, she felt so wonderful.
Oh what was that finger in her ass doing to feel so good?
Belzevelle's eyes were closed in bliss, her body completely submitting to Mistress Wendy.
Belzevelle wasn't even sure how it was possible, but she felt the beginning of an orgasm in her ass!
Mistress Wendy's touch was so skilled that she could make all of her consorts orgasm from just their assholes, Belzevelle had experienced many of these strange orgasms in the past from Mistress Wendy.
Belzevelle was moaning hard, pushing her ass into Mistress Wendy's finger, her wonderful pleasure growing every second.
"Can I please cum Mistress Wendy?", Belzevelle begged like a whore.
"No, permission denied whore," Mistress Wendy replied dominantly!
Belzevelle groaned in dismay, and frantically held back her growing orgasm with sheer willpower, tormented by this cruel abstinence.
Mistress Wendy put a second finger on the same hand in Belzevelle's pussy, fingering both holes at the same time with one hand!
Belzevelle moaned loudly in intense pleasure, that felt so wonderful!
Mistress Wendy's thumb on the same hand massaged Belzevelle's clitoris!
"Mistress Wendy, may I please cum?", Belzevelle begged like a whore.
"No way slut, you have to hold it!", Mistress Wendy sneered sadistically.
Belzevelle groaned in wretched dismay, and held herself back from cumming as she was given such perfect pleasure!
Mistress Wendy's tongue was licking around Belzevelle's nipple in little wet circles!
Belzevelle wanted to orgasm so badly!
Mistress Wendy just kept pleasuring Belzevelle with her extreme unholy skill from 300 years of experience touching female bodies!
It felt TOO good!
Belzevelle groaned in terrible pleasure, holding back her orgasm was nearly agony now!
Belzevelle's eyes rolled back up into her skull, Mistress Wendy's touch was purest heaven.
"Please please please may I cum Mistress Wendy!", Belzevelle pleaded frantically like a desperate whore.
"Nope slut," Mistress Wendy cruelly taunted her!
Belzevelle groaned wretchedly, Mistress Wendy was being so mean!
The nipple stimulation got even more intense, Mistress Wendy's tongue and lips were going crazy all over Belzevelle's tingling nipples!
Belzevelle was so turned on that it was painful, she was so utterly wet!
"Please Mistress Wendy!"
"Nope"
"Please please please may I cum Mistress Wendy?"
"I don't think so slut"
Belzevelle was just about tying herself in knots from how much her lithe naked body was writhing around on the floor!
"Please please please please please please PLEASE Mistress Wendy!"
"Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope"
This was so cruel!
"Can I please cum Mistress Wendy?"
"Beg harder and I will think about it"
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAY I CUM MISTRESS WENDY!"
"On second thought no way, nice begging however whore,"
Belzevelle was on the verge of tears, she just wanted to cum so badly!
Belzevelle was defeated, she didn't even bother asking anymore, she just wretchedly held back her orgasm, convinced that she would never be given permission.
The unholy amounts of pleasure just continued, and Belzevelle writhed about on the floor, groaning desperately.
"You may cum now whore," Mistress Wendy said so quickly and unexpectedly that Belzevelle didn't process it at first!
"What Mistress Wendy?", Belzevelle asked with desperate hope.
"Too late, the period of orgasm permission has expired, you have to hold it again." Mistress Wendy said sadistically!
Belzevelle wailed, that was so MEAN!
"No orgasms for my poor little submissive Belzevelle," Mistress Wendy taunted.
Belzevelle could do not a thing, she was far too submissive to her Dominatrix to disobey and cum without permission.
"Please Mistress Wendy, I am so horny!", Belzevelle begged.
"I like it when you are horny," Mistress Wendy taunted dominantly.
Belzevelle could feel the intense pleasure in her asshole and pussy and clitoris and nipple, it felt so good, and holding back her orgasm was so difficult!
Mistress Wendy was so utterly absurdly arousing to Belzevelle, the busty naked Dominatrix turned Belzevelle on terribly!
This deliciously dominant woman who turned Belzevelle on so much was doing such wonderful things to Belzevelle, and Belzevelle couldn't even cum!
This terrible sadism was only turning Belzevelle on even more, making her even more wet and excited.
This sort of cruelty was a big part of the daily sexual play between Belzevelle and Mistress Wendy. Belzevelle was savagely turned on when she was tormented like this, and Mistress Wendy in turn got great sadistic pleasure from tormenting Belzevelle.
Mistress Wendy delighted in daily doing cruel things like this to Belzevelle, and Belzevelle delighted in being subjected to this cruelty. It was a deeply sadomasochistic relationship the pair had, and this was just their normal relationship dynamic.
Belzevelle was in terrible distress, and she loved Mistress Wendy so fucking much for putting her in this distress!
This was so cruel and Belzevelle loved it!
"No orgasm for you," Mistress Wendy said finally and simply stopped, pulling out her fingers and leaving Belzevelle's body alone!
Belzevelle screamed!
Mistress Wendy taunted her with mocking sadistic laughter.
Belzevelle frantically began to masturbate, desperate for relief!
Mistress Wendy slapped Belzevelle's face blisteringly hard!
"I said no orgasms slut!, Don't make me slap you again!", Mistress Wendy shouted severely.
Belzevelle put her hands above her head in defeat. She was laying naked on the floor on her back, gazing up fearfully at Mistress Wendy's intoxicatingly fuckable naked body crouching dominantly over Belzevelle.
"You are so beautiful Mistress Wendy," Belzevelle whimpered in submissive awe.
"I know I am beautiful slut," Mistress Wendy replied arrogantly, sneering down at Belzevelle.
Belzevelle groaned in submissive awe, feeling so small and subordinate as she gazed up fearfully at the impossibly gorgeous arrogant Dominatrix sneering dominantly down at Belzevelle.
"My ass finger needs cleaning with your whore mouth," Mistress Wendy said sternly, holding up the finger that had penetrated Belzevelle's anus!
Belzevelle's eyes darted to the raised finger, it was BROWN from being up Belzevelle's ass!
"Open your slut mouth," Mistress Wendy ordered mercilessly!
Belzevelle felt so utterly small and humiliated as she wretchedly opened her mouth...
Oh fuck that tasted so foul!
Ew yuck!
Gross!
That was fucking disgusting!
"Suck all the shit off my finger slut," Mistress Wendy demanded with gleeful sadism.
Belzevelle's eyes watered terribly as she sucked on the shit soiled finger, completely humiliated.
"Use more tongue slut, lick it hard!"
Belzevelle was crying as she licked her own shit off the finger.
"Get your tongue in under my fingernail, get all the shit in your slut mouth," Mistress Wendy commanded dominantly.
Belzevelle could only obey her cruel Mistress Wendy, and licked the finger with all her might, tasting repellent shit!
"I could have just washed my hands with soap and water, but your slut mouth was closer," Mistress Wendy told Belzevelle arrogantly.
Belzevelle felt so utterly defeated and dominated, her slut mouth was used to clean shit!
"You missed a spot, lick my exalted finger clean slut," Mistress Wendy ordered sternly.
Belzevelle obeyed with complete submission, cleaning the exalted finger.
Mistress Wendy examined her finger, and then wiped it with Belzevelle's wet hair.
"Should be clean enough now," Mistress Wendy mused dismissively.
Belzevelle gazed up at her exalted Dominatrix, feeling so utterly submissive and small.
Mistress Wendy reached down without warning and tickled Belzevelle's armpits!
Belzevelle squealed with laughter and tried to get away, but Mistress Wendy was too strong and too fast, easily pinning Belzevelle down and tickling her body terribly!
"What a ticklish slut," Mistress Wendy taunted sadistically, as Belzevelle thrashed and laughed uselessly in her grip!
"Say you are a ticklish slut," Mistress Wendy demanded.
"I'm a ticklish slut Mistress Wendy!", Belzevelle squealed through her frantic laughter.
"Damn right you are a ticklish slut!", Mistress Wendy gleefully agreed, and then tickled Belzevelle so long and so hard that she pissed all over the floor!
Mistress Wendy physically picked Belzevelle up off the floor, swung her upside down so that her long wet hair dragged on the floor, and proceeded to use Belzevelle's head as a mop to clean up the pee on the floor!
Belzevelle was burning with humiliation, but she was so fucking turned on by this degrading dominant treatment!
Mistress Wendy dropped Belzevelle less than gently on the hard floor, and pressed one bare foot down into Belzevelle's face.
Belzevelle was so fucking wet and turned on by this treatment, so utterly horny for Mistress Wendy!
Belzevelle could see over Mistress Wendy's foot on her face, looking up timidly at the insanely beautiful Dominatrix sneering down at her.
Mistress Wendy smiled with sadistic affection.
"I love you so much Belzevelle," Mistress Wendy said adoringly.
Belzevelle thrilled with pleasure and smiled, and mumbled "I love you so much too Mistress Wendy" under the foot over her mouth.
Mistress Wendy lovingly ground her foot into Belzevelle's face and then stepped off her face.
Mistress Wendy lovingly helped Belzevelle up on her feet and the pair kissed romantically.
"That was fun Mistress Wendy, I really enjoyed that," Belzevelle told Mistress Wendy fondly.
Mistress Wendy smiled and gave her another loving kiss.
Belzevelle put her body glove back on, and the pair of lovers walked hand in hand back towards their bedroom, very much in love.
***...
Belzevelle felt very contented in the soundproof silence of the bedroom, as she lay on the 5 person sofa with her head resting submissively in Mistress Wendy's lap.
They were back in the bedroom now, sitting on this comfy chair as the cantankerous house guests squabbled with each other over some nonsense or other. Adolf and Octavia were currently having a nap on the bed after looking after the baby while Belzevelle and Mistress Wendy were on the roof, it was now the turn of Belzevelle and Mistress Wendy to take over parenting duties.
Mistress Wendy was holding the baby to one of her somewhat milk depleted breasts with one hand, and absentmindedly stroking Belzevelle's hair with the other hand, which felt absolutely wonderful.
It had been a good day today. For a lot of reasons.
Belzevelle felt like she had made a great deal of relationship progress with Mistress Wendy today, it had been incredibly romantic today.
Belzevelle had had a fantastic time being sadistically dominated and tormented and humiliated by Mistress Wendy today, it had been so hot and had turned Belzevelle on so much. Every cruel and nasty thing Mistress Wendy had done to Belzevelle had made her utterly wet as fuck, Belzevelle really did feel utterly in love with the sadistic Mistress Wendy.
Aside from Belzevelle's sex life and romantic life, today had been a fantastic day for the sake of helping save dark eldar souls from death.
Mistress Wendy had loved Belzevelle enough to actually agree to help her reduce eldar casualties, an astonishing gesture from a Slaanesh Champion!
The agonisingly loud sonic weaponry on the roof was now blasting sound across half the island, drawing the swarm to the building and away from the dark eldar army trapped on the island.
The tyranids would no longer be randomly migrating close to the beleaguered army, they would all follow the noise in a straight line right to this building, saving countless eldar lives.
It was an incredible achievement.
Mistress Wendy was still required to go up to the roof periodically to pedal the bicycle generator to keep the blast-master batteries charged, and the building still had other problems to deal with, but today really had been a fantastic day...
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