Chapter 117(Orphan)draft 2
(Author's note: merry Christmas and a happy new year, thanks for the Christmas wishes guest reviewer. I am working full time now and am finding it ridiculously hard to find the time to write. This chapter has been written in tiny little bits over the course of what I suspect to be at least a month. Sorry for the massive delay).
(Additional note: the desktop mode option on this website is not working on my iPhone anymore. To solve this problem I downloaded a free app that lets iPhones view the web in desktop mode like a pc. It solved all the problems with this website).
The dark eldar kabalite warriors of the Ebony Stiletto Kabal sprinted with all their might through the heavy rain, running across the jutted and twisted volcanic difficult terrain of the dark rocky ground towards their objective.
The black night air was deafeningly loud, the very bedrock of the ground rumbling with the deep throbbing base notes of distant Slaaneshi sonic weaponry.
Overhead in the distance flew several squads of Night Lord raptors in plumes of magenta fire, heading off towards other parts of the island on their own dark surveillance missions to observe the enemy all across the island from the air.
Ahead of the dark eldar, over the twisted volcanic ground, lay the gargantuan flat open runways of the space port, stretching dark and immense over the rain choked ground.
The dark eldar had been running for hours through this difficult and desolate rocky wilderness, desperate to reach their target while fate still smiled on them. The sonic weaponry had attracted millions of tyranids to migrate away from the dark eldar army, saving countless of their lives, but they would be fools not to take advantage of the tyranids' distraction while they could.
The sonic weaponry was a wonderful unexpected blessing, but like all blessings, it might end at any time. Things could change in an instant during a war, nothing could be taken for granted. Survival and victory favoured the bold and pragmatic who used every opportunity to maximum advantage.
Half a kilometre away, a few thousand hormagaunts and rippers were migrating over the massive open runways in the direction of the sonic weaponry noises, heading at an angle that would unfortunately bring them just within detection range of sensing the dark eldar.
The dark eldar didn't even stop running, but those equipped with gyroscopically stabilised splinter cannons opened fire on the distant tyranids, spraying them with lethal splinters at hypersonic speed.
The gunfire sounds were drowned out by the distant sonic weaponry, but the muzzle flashes and lethal spray of splinters still caught the attention of the surviving tyranids on the runways.
The wounded tyranids wailed in a psychic scream as the dark eldar fed on their pain, the dark eldar latent psychic minds sensed part of the highly psychic souls of the tyranids being ripped out to quench the thirst of the dark eldar.
The dead tyranids did something weird, their souls were not fed to the dark eldar but seemed to be gobbled up by some other unholy force. Strange arcane patterns and circles carved all over the runways seemed to briefly become visible with a faint green light, pulsing green with every new death on the runways...
The hormagaunts moved with astonishing speed in response, rivaling the dark eldars' own, bounding over the runways in huge leaps towards the dark eldar.
The leading dark eldar stopped running, and focused all their fire on the bounding hormagaunts, filling their bodies with razor sharp splinters of crystallised hyper toxins.
The hormagaunts seemed unaffected by the hyper toxins, their tyranid tissues immune to poisons!
The hormagaunts kept coming, bodies full of hyper toxins but uncaring!
The dark eldar screamed silently in horror in the noise blasted air, and redoubled their efforts to fire at the hormagaunts.
The hormagaunts were immune to the hyper toxins, but they were not immune to the damage of razor sharp splinters ripping through their vital organs. Hormagaunts grudgingly dropped down dead, their brains and hearts ripped apart by splinters, causing more pulses of strange green light, but not all of them died...
Kabalite warriors swung their bladed splinter rifles around desperately as bloodied but alive hormagaunts fell upon them in giant leaps!
Many of the dark eldar were fast enough to slash or stab the hormagaunts to death before they could land a blow, but not all...
Dark eldar lay on the ground with their intestines hanging out through terrible gashes in their body glove covered abdomens, the impact-hardening reactive body glove material not so good again slowly moving slashing claws.
Other dark eldar frantically stabbed and slashed and shot the hormagaunts in a brutal melee, more dark eldar were struck down with horrifying injuries, it was a desperate affair.
The superior numbers of the dark eldar won the day, a few thousand hormagaunts simply couldn't defeat the millions of dark eldar in this vast running army. The runways were glowing worse than ever with all this death.
The rippers were still charging towards the dark eldar, not as fast as the hormagaunts.
The bloodied dark eldar opened fire in a huge fusillade, and some had the good sense to hurl grenades.
The gunfire was modestly effective, but the grenade blasts were utterly lethal to the rippers. Not a single ripper survived the grenade shrapnel and gunfire, all lay dead. The dark eldar shot the bodies for good measure.
The runways were all lit up with glowing green carved symbols now, the thousands of deaths had activated something unholy, the air reeked of Nurgle sorcery...
The dark eldar ran on, filling the series of enormous glowing runways with their raw numbers, having captured their primary objective.
The buildings of the space port were still not secured, the space port had held out for months but had fallen into tyranid hands after the acid induced power failure knocked out their defences, and the kabalite warriors were hesitant to go anywhere near these probably heavily infested confined spaces.
The runways were obviously glowing with unholy magic, but the dark eldar army had little choice but to occupy them. The runways were their primary objective and had to be held at all costs to keep a supply line.
Millions of dark eldar were now surrounding the main runways, and the huge rearguard supply train of the army was starting to arrive over the difficult terrain, moving in behind these speedy dark eldar onto the runways.
Tanks and other armoured vehicles arrived next, and rumbled unheard onto the runways in the deafening air. Human infantry and sinister Night Lord chaos space marines followed as the final rearguard, the entire huge army having now moved here to reestablish their supply line.
The army command was already text-voxing their comrades up in orbit, and the more central runways were cleared as the vast army set up on the outer runways.
The sinister Night Lords eyed the glowing green carved circles and symbols warily, noting the rune of Nurgle scrawled heavily all over the place. The crudely carved symbols looked a few weeks old, no doubt carved by members of the Nurgle worshipping genestealer cult, and the green glow was a warning that unholy supernatural power was contained in the carvings.
Aircraft were soon coming in low over the dark horizon, having been already circling in the air just over the horizon awaiting a signal. Vast numbers of fat bloated atmospheric transport aircraft were moving in careful waves towards the cleared glowing green runways.
Las-cannon beams and auto cannon fire suddenly ripped into the leading aircraft!
Aircraft were exploding in the air!
The leading burning aircraft smashed down on the runways, spraying burning debris across the runways!
Other aircraft that hadn't been hit tried to land on the debris choked runways.
The aircraft wheels hit debris, ripping off their landing gears!
The aircraft were scraping crazily over the runways on their fuselages, some of them exploding in sprays of burning aircraft fuel!
The army frantically followed the lines of fire to its source with their night vision goggles, it was coming from seven random city towers, in an urban area several kilometres away from the space port to the south east!
The entire millions strong dark eldar army trained their various weapons on the distant buildings, and let fly with an apocalyptic fusillade of poorly aimed combined firepower.
The result was appalling but dramatic.
Probably 99 percent of shots missed the entire buildings they were aiming for, the weapons out of range at this distance, and spraying the entire area with so much raw firepower that a few outlying small warehouse buildings collapsed on the outskirts of the urban area.
But the less than 1 percent of shots that hit the intended buildings were less than 1 percent of many millions of shots, so were therefore actually quite a lot of shots that hit. The towers lit up in the infrared spectrum as thousands of shots pounded into them, and the enemy fire at the aircraft abruptly halted, the enemy survivors probably spooked and pinned down by such impressive covering fire.
With the enemy so impressively suppressed by firepower, personnel on the ground could start focusing on the landed aircraft and runways.
Some of the landed aircraft that hadn't outright blown up were nevertheless on fire, with blazing on fire people leaping out of hatches and doors. Other landed aircraft were apparently fine, simply having a lot of damage to their undersides.
The suspected target buildings were all marked on the map by Night Lord officers, and these targets were text-voxed to orbit...
For a minute or two nothing much happened, the massive fleet of aircraft were circling low far from land in an evasive pattern.
The burning aircraft on the runways were all being extinguished and evacuated, wounded were being treated by medics.
The entire sky suddenly lit up with a brilliant red light as brutal orbital lance batteries suddenly fired on the targeted buildings!
The top half of the building towers exploded spectacularly, spraying vast chunks of masonry in all directions!
The towers swiftly collapsed entirely a moment later, the laser beams already finished after the first split second hit, orbital gunners deliberately minimising collateral damage.
The ejected chunks of masonry collided with other innocent buildings, causing gruesome damage and causing a few bystander buildings to collapse into heaps of rubble.
The aircraft in the air cautiously approached again, heading for three cleared runways that had already been cleaned of debris, the rest of the runways still unusable.
No further gunfire harassed the aircraft, and they landed without incident on the glowing green runways.
For long minutes huge aircraft landed on the runways in waves, pulling to the sides at the ends of the runways to make room for aircraft behind them.
Helmeted dark eldar and gas masked human chaos cultists exited the aircraft in vast numbers, reinforcements for the beleaguered army.
More glowing green runways were cleared, and more and more aircraft could land at a time. The landed aircraft had no free runways to take off from yet, and just parked out of the way among the army that covered the outer runways.
The dark eldar relaxed, tens of thousands removed their airtight helmets and began to eat and drink...
"Fools!", nearby Night Lords suddenly signed at these dark eldar in tactical sign language.
"Keep your helmets on fools!"
The dark eldar cocked their heads, the Night Lords were pointing at the glowing symbols on the runways...
The dark eldar were mostly poorly trained new recruits, most didn't understand tactical sign language, they merely got confused.
More and more were removing their helmets, they couldn't hear any verbal orders over the sounds of the sonic weaponry, they didn't understand.
Night Lords angrily picked up bits of broken aircraft fuselage and carved into the metal with their combat blades.
The metal was carved with appallingly poorly shaped eldar runes of the eldar written language. The runes said: "HELMETS ON! PLAGUE!"
The Night Lords held up these makeshift metal signs and waved them for the eldar to read.
Eldar without helmets looked up curiously, and blanched in horror as they read the runes.
The bare headed eldar scrambled to put their helmets back on!
Helmets fell from trembling fingers, the bare headed eldar were having a shaking fit!
Some vomited black slime, others collapsed down dead instantly!
Some eldar managed to get their helmets back on...
It was already too late, they dropped down dead regardless!
Every eldar who had breathed so much as a whiff of the air of the runways without the filtration system of their helmets was now on the ground, having terrible shaking fits, then going horribly still.
The runways glowed brighter than ever as the stricken eldar died, their shrieking souls ripped from their dead bodies to feed the unholy magic of this terrible place.
Hundreds of thousands of dark eldar had been stupid enough to remove their helmets, now every single one of them lay dead!
The millions of survivors who had wisely kept their helmets on reeled in horror.
The glowing circles on the ground were now visibly gushing out a thin unholy green mist, the same mist it had always been gushing out, just now empowered by enough souls to become finally visible!
The air was filled with terrible Nurgle contagions!
A single unfiltered breath of this contagion air would kill them!
Dark eldar fled for their lives away from the runways!
They were not in disciplined groups, they were a mass of panicked individuals just trying to get away.
The entire runway area was suddenly undermanned, some Dark Eldar remained, but the majority had fled into the twisted volcanic wilderness!
The suddenly abandoned Night Lords and humans signed angrily in tactical sign language for their dark eldar allies to return, but they were gone, fled out into the surrounding wilderness around the runways!
They couldn't hold the runways without the Dark Eldar, this was a disaster!
The Night Lords could see perfectly in the dark, could see the dark eldar scattered far and wide throughout the surrounding terrain, but gathering them all up again when they couldn't hear verbal orders would be no easy task.
Most of the Dark eldar appeared to be social distancing alone away from each other, seeing every fellow comrade as a potential plague carrier. Most of these were frantically taking satchels of soap from their belts and using rain water to wash their gear and armour all over, trying to wash away any contagion stuck to them.
It was actually a very good idea, the Night Lords and humans should probably do the same before taking off their own helmets and gas masks.
The Night Lords and humans all exchanged glances in the noise choked air. The aircraft were still landing in waves, unaware of the danger, exposing more and more people to the plague. The outer runways themselves were covered with vehicles and abandoned gear, and food supplies that were now probably lethally contaminated.
Things really were not going to plan right now...
The army had walked right into a trap that Nurgle had set for them, like bloody fools.
The Night Lords and humans used sign language to communicate with each other as they stood apprehensively in the plague choked noise blasted air.
The only thing they could hear was, "IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER, YOU GOTTA EAT ME OUT," sung out of tune by a female voice, with weaponised volume that completely drowned out every other sound.
The lack of any other sound was truly horrifying. They couldn't speak, they couldn't hear enemies, they couldn't hear the footsteps of people around them, they couldn't hear the rain. They couldn't even hear themselves think!
It was a horrible form of psychological torture, to have this awful out of tune racket forced into their brains with such brutality that even thoughts were silenced.
They needed to think of a plan, but they couldn't think, not out in this noise.
The Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson seemed aware of this.
"We cannot function in this blasted noise!", Luke signed to his fellow Night Lords in tactical sign language.
"We need to get inside a building that will drown out this dreadful noise, at least our command squad," he continued.
"We need to get inside the space port buildings, at least for a temporary solution," Luke signed.
The Night Lords all mobilised and readied their weapons as the human cultists and few remaining dark eldar guarded the gear covered runways.
The Night Lords advanced towards the sealed doors of one of the armoured shuttle hangars.
The Night Lords organised their squads into combat roles, with some cautiously and stealthily patrolling ahead, surrounding the target building.
The hangar was dark and immense, protruding out like a peninsula from a mass of other interconnected buildings. The entire space port was one big structure, all connected together into one single whole.
The forward patrols reached the building, and crept along beside a wall until they found a solid thick maintenance access door, a door that let plumbers attend to the pipes in a cavity under the main floor but that didn't grant access to the rest of the building.
It was perfect, a sheltered cavity from the noise, but not connected to the rest of the infested building.
The Night Lords in the patrol squad found an electronic cogitator access panel next to the door, and opened it.
The Night Lords had the personal authorisation codes of the Sevenson Matriarch herself, they could override any electronic security to open the door.
The squad paused, and signed back to their fellow Night Lords further away.
"The power is dead, can't open the door without power", they signed.
"Melta gun that thing open, we must get inside", Luke signed back.
A squad member with a melta gun took aim, the rest of the Night Lords engaged their automatic glare dampeners.
There was a blaze of light and heat, but no sound audible over the distant sonic weaponry. The molten remains of the door fell away.
The Night Lord squad kicked at puddles of rainwater around the door, kicking as much water as possible into the hot enclosed space after the melta gun to try to cool it. Going spelunking into a hole immediately after using a melta gun was idiotic folly.
Steam billowed out of the doorway as huge splashes of water entered the opening, the water boiling off every surface it touched.
More squads of Night Lords arrived, and one of them had had the good sense to bring a metal bucket from the military supply trucks.
The bucket was scooped through some especially big puddles, and the water was hurled up at the ceiling just inside the doorway, were the most heat would be. A few more hurled bucketfuls of water quenched the heat to a safe level, and a squad of Night Lords cautiously entered to explore the maintenance cavity.
The Night Lord squad returned less than a minute later to report their findings.
"Cavity is small, full of pipes, goes nowhere, only has this one entrance, no tyranids inside. The pipes have some acid damage, as does the floor under them, but the acid seems to have neutralised itself now," the squad reported in sign language.
"Good enough," Luke signed, and entered with his command squad.
The hulking giant chaos space marines in armour had to crouch down to fit into the claustrophobic maintenance cavity. The cavity was utterly filthy with dust, littered with random stuff like loose screws and empty packaging from years of plumbers and other tradesmen putting unwanted things to one side and forgetting about it.
The cavity was quite long and wide, but not very high, forcing them to remain crouched. It was little more than the air pocket under a concrete slab above them, little more than an especially large crawl space. The underside of the concrete slab that formed the ceiling was fastened with a tangle of pipes from toilets and drains and other plumbing on the level above.
The metal pipes had holes melted all along the bottom face of the pipes, but relatively few and small, these were sewerage pipes not water pipes, so only got contaminated by the acid that was flushed down toilets and drains, which apparently wasn't much. The floor under these holes in the pipes had some burn holes from the acid, but not much.
The Night Lords looked at the holes in the sewer pipes cautiously. The hormagaunts in the level above obviously couldn't squeeze their way down a toilet into these pipes, but a newborn ripper probably could.
Well, if rippers got into this cavity through the pipes then they would just have to be dealt with. The Night Lords could crush a few small rippers no problem.
They checked their vox systems and found they had reception, the noise of the sonic weaponry was also less loud in here.
"It will do," Luke signed to his command squad.
One of the squad members signed through the doorway to the Night Lords outside. A moment later the Night Lords outside began blocking up the doorway to muffle the noise outside.
It wasn't silence, not even anything close to silence, but it was just quiet enough that they could actually hear their vox systems at all inside their enclosed armour now.
"Glorious silence!", Luke said to his command squad over the vox.
"Hardly, but better than it was," Sherman Sevenson replied in a distorted daemonic voice.
The rest of the command squad said words to the same effect, it wasn't perfect but it was at least manageable.
Luke sighed inside the airtight helmet of his terminator armour.
"So what the fuck are we dealing with out on that runway, did anyone get an auspex reading for microorganisms in the air?", Luke began.
"Zalam Theta Virus," Sherman said immediately.
The Night Lords all sighed with relief.
"Doesn't effect humans, only eldar can catch Zalam Theta Virus, that's a fucking relief," Luke exclaimed with considerable relief.
"Don't get too comfortable, my auspex also detected Staphylococcus Botulinum spores," Sherman interrupted.
"What, but Staph and Botulinum are not even in the same biological class?," Luke asked in bewilderment.
"In nature that is true, but in M3 some scientists genetically engineered a hybrid of the two as a biological weapon. The garden of Nurgle in the warp contains every disease that ever existed, even artificial biological weapons," Sherman explained.
"Is Staphylococcus Botulinum bad?", Luke asked, already guessing the answer.
"If we take off our helmets we die, it's THAT bad," Sherman said gravely.
All of the Night Lords looked at Sherman in stunned stoicism.
"Our armour is contaminated, it needs complete sterilisation to be safe," Sherman added.
"Shit... Well we can't stay here then, we don't have the time to sterilise the entire runway system and remove those magic symbols carved all over the place, we have to leave." Luke said in an unhappy daemonic snarl.
"Where will we go?, and what about our army?", another Night Lord asked.
"We need to decide that now, open up the map, where should we go now and what should we do?", Luke opened the group to suggestions.
The Night Lords all blink clicked options in their helmet eye piece heads up displays, bringing up a digital tactical map of the entire island overlaid over their vision. The digital map was vox linked to the entire command squad, letting each member highlight areas on the map with their eyes for the entire squad to see.
Luke immediately highlighted a few key areas on the map in different colours, highlighting the space port a Slaaneshi pink to indicate their Slaanesh worshipping forces, overlaying the space port in green to indicate Nurgle contagions, the contaminated bay green to indicate Nurgle acids, and highlighted the approximate location of all the fled dark eldar throughout the surrounding wilderness in a different shade of Slaaneshi pink to indicate allied forces.
Sherman immediately pinkly highlighted Wendy's tower in the city area on the other side of the wilderness area near the bay, drawing a massive circle around it in purple to indicate the tyranid swarm around the tower.
The map was added to by yet more Night Lords in the command squad, filling in other important tactical details such as the locations of the blown up towers that had fired on the aircraft and other known or suspected enemy locations.
The increasingly detailed map painted a stark picture of an army on the very brink of complete defeat. The majority of the forces had fled, all were contaminated with lethal contagions, they had no supply lines, the supplies they already had were already contaminated, the sonic weaponry was making a mockery of communication, and vast numbers of tyranids infested the island. It was a grim situation.
The Night Lords were nothing if not pragmatic, and did not simply panic or despair. They looked at this bleak map very carefully, looking for what options and opportunities they did still have.
They still controlled orbit, the air, and the entire planet outside of this one island. They had massive and potent weapons at their disposal up in orbit, enough firepower to completely obliterate the entire island if they wished. They could drop new supplies down from orbit in drop pods, they could call down space craft and aircraft that did not require runways to land, they could use these aircraft to give themselves maximum mobility around the island.
The space port was rigged to be a deadly Nurgle trap, but the enemy couldn't have rigged the entire island with these traps. They could summon flying daemons with supernatural senses to sniff out every Nurgle trap on the entire surface of the island, and find a safe place to regroup and decontaminate their demoralised troops.
Ok they could regroup the army, resupply from orbital drops, set up decontamination tents to sterilise the contagion contamination, and then formulate a fresh strategy from their.
The biggest problem however was how to regroup and move the army when nobody could hear a thing over the noise. The army had only been able to march on the space port because they had had time, and advanced warning, to verbally inform the troops of the entire plan before the noise started.
The sonic weaponry from Wendy's tower was a curse. It was deeply demoralising to the dark eldar troops and made communication impossible. They dare not ask Wendy to silence the sonic weaponry, as it alone was keeping the wilderness free of roaming tyranids, the sonic weaponry had to keep going for the sake of survival.
What to do?
Sherman had the idea. Why not use the sonic weaponry to say orders like a giant announcement system!
It was so obvious. Every dark eldar would hear the orders clearly at such high volume, they could be told where to gather to have their armour sterilised.
Wendy's tower had a landing pad on the roof, a thunder hawk gunship could land the command squad safely in the building, then they could set up a command centre inside the soundproof interior of the building and use the sonic weaponry to issue their orders.
It was perfect.
They first just had to convince Wendy to let them commandeer her home.
***...
Belzevelle the dark eldar consort of Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was still scratching at her phantom tickles, as she helped Mistress Wendy and Octavia shackle the extremely nervous looking Adolf secure in the bathtub chains. Belzevelle herself had only just been released from the shackles, and was as clean as it was possible to be clean after being brutally tickled clean all over with soapy scrubbing brushes by her kinky and sadistic lovers.
Belzevelle's pussy felt a bit sore deep in her cervix, Mistress Wendy had used a brutal stainless steel artificial insemination device on Belzevelle's pussy when she was in the shackles earlier, inseminating Belzevelle with stored sperm from her half forgotten distant male dark eldar "mate" Arzurmor, (who was currently out of reach in Low Commorragh).
Belzevelle was artificially inseminated like this every morning during bath time. Belzevelle was pregnant to her absent dark eldar boyfriend Arzurmor, and as an eldar she required regular insemination with her "mate's" sperm to let the baby develop.
Humans were so lucky, just fuck once and the pregnancy is done. The eldar race had a far less convenient way of reproduction, they had to fuck constantly the entire pregnancy, with the sperm of the male daily providing new genetic material for the developing cells of the growing baby. It was so inconvenient!
This was just a boringly normal morning bath time for the four lovers Belzevelle, Octavia, Adolf and Mistress Wendy, completely unremarkable.
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Mistress Wendy lived for her kinks, and made everything ridiculously kinky around the home with her small harem of lovers. Belzevelle the dark eldar was one of the three official lovers of Mistress Wendy, and had to endure no end of highly kinky and sadistic treatment by her intimate companions.
Almost nothing could be done the "normal way" in the home of Mistress Wendy the Slaanesh Champion, every single activity had to praise Slaanesh with some form of shocking excess. Every activity had to be either painful, hyper sexualised, excessive, kinky, obscene, disgusting, or some combination of these. It was a difficult life.
The ritual of morning bath time was an absolutely sadistic Slaaneshi ritual. You couldn't just wash yourself clean, you had to be shackled in the bath so you couldn't move and tickled clean with horribly tickly soapy scrubbing brushes. It was no gentle little tickle either, it was the most brutal and excessive sensation imaginable, mercilessly long and hard, almost driving the victim insane with torment.
Cruel Slaanesh was fed by excessive sensation, and Mistress Wendy made her lovers endure the unendurable to feed her mercilessly cruel and hungry god.
Belzevelle was just glad that her own hellish bath tickle was now over for another day, she had almost gone insane in those shackles!
Belzevelle and Octavia and Mistress Wendy got Wendy's ordinary human husband Adolf Sevenson completely restrained in his shackles, and the three females picked up soapy scrubbing brushes sadistically, huge predatory grins on their faces as Adolf went pale with dread of what they were about to do.
As one the females fell upon the defenceless Adolf Sevenson in a frenzy of tickling scrubbing brushes!
Adolf howled and shrieked with horrified laughter, bucking and thrashing and pleading for mercy!
Belzevelle staked her claim on Adolf's feet as her "area" she would be focusing on for a while, as Octavia and Mistress Wendy each claimed their own areas of Adolf's skin they wanted to scrub.
Adolf was laughing hysterically as Belzevelle maniacally scrubbed the soles of his bare feet, and she bared her teeth sadistically. Bath time was so fun when you were not the helpless victim!
The three gorgeous naked females in the bath found their ideal scrubbing rhythms, and made their male companion scream unceasingly in agonised laughter, torturing him with excessive cruelty as they very thoroughly scrubbed him clean.
A loud sensual ringing tune suddenly sounded from the tiled floor beside the bathtub, it was Mistress Wendy's small cellular vox-phone...
Mistress Wendy excused herself from the cruel tickling game, and gracefully floated over to the edge of the bath, reaching over the edge of the bathtub, picking up her vox and holding it to her ear.
Belzevelle and Octavia both momentarily stopped tickling Adolf clean, waiting for Mistress Wendy to finish her vox call.
"Ahoy, this is Wendy," Wendy said into the vox in a lazy seductive sensual voice.
"Oh hi Luke. I am in the bath, wish you were here with me to play," Mistress Wendy purred jadedly.
"Oh?, Oh?, Oh really?, Oh?, Go on, Oh?, Oh dear, oh that's not good, Oh?",
Belzevelle shrugged, bored of waiting, and continued to sadistically scrub the hysterically laughing Adolf's toes with a soapy scrubbing brush in the bath.
Mistress Wendy kept talking on the vox, occasionally saying "Oh?".
Octavia was scrubbing Adolf now too, also bored of waiting for Mistress Wendy,
"Wait a second Luke, what do you MEAN you are coming HERE?!", Mistress Wendy's voice suddenly exclaimed in alarm into the vox at the edge of the bathtub.
Belzevelle and Octavia paused again, looking at Mistress Wendy.
"Is everything ok my love?", the restrained Adolf called to Mistress Wendy in genuine tender concern.
Mistress Wendy waved Adolf's question away with a gesture of her hand, indicating that she was too busy on the vox to answer any questions right now.
Mistress Wendy popped earphones into her ears, plugging them into her vox with a cable, and gestured for Belzevelle and Octavia to keep tickling Adolf clean without her.
Belzevelle and Octavia shrugged, and grinned cruelly as they resumed making Adolf laugh frantically.
"Mercy please!", Adolf wailed wretchedly.
"Not a chance", Octavia laughed sadistically and scrubbed his armpits with a pair of foamy scrubbing brushes.
Belzevelle sadistically redoubled her efforts to torment Adolf's toes, and grinned cruelly at the sounds of his resulting screams.
This morning the exquisitely sexy and hugely busty Mistress Wendy had been the first victim in the chains to be scrubbed clean, then the absurdly big breasted and beautiful Octavia had been excessively tickled clean in the chains, and thirdly had been poor Belzevelle who had endured the most terrible cruelty. Now it was Adolf's turn to suffer.
Adolf deserved this, the cruel man had just tickled Belzevelle so hard that she had humiliatingly pissed herself when she had been in the chains! Now Belzevelle was relishing her delicious revenge on the shrieking man!
Belzevelle grinned nastily as she ran the soapy bristles between Adolf's toes, making the muscular man shriek with horrified laughter. Belzevelle felt thrills of pleasure from her revenge, she relished every scream, she delighted in his suffering.
Octavia was up at Adolf's head, reaching over to scrub his armpits extremely energetically like a sadistic maniac, making their male bedmate roar with tormented laughter.
Belzevelle was naked, as were all of them, and she was intensely turned on by the wet naked bodies around her. Octavia's huge wet tits were resting to either side of Adolf's head as she tickled his armpits!
It was so utterly sexy!
Adolf himself was a muscular hairless Adonis, his body hair completely removed, all smooth to the touch. Despite his hard tickling, Adolf had a very prominent erection over the naked women torturing him, an erect penis so huge that it made Belzevelle thrill with desire every time she saw it.
Belzevelle bit her lip at the sight of Adolf's erection, so hard and so helpless...
Mistress Wendy was still engrossed in her vox conversation at the edge of the bath, and seemed unlikely to rejoin the game. Belzevelle shrugged.
Belzevelle gathered up her soapy scrubbing brushes and climbed on Adolf without another moment's hesitation.
Adolf's tormented laughing face looked up as she straddled his hips, and Belzevelle reached down to effortlessly guide his stiff cock inside her moist folds.
Belzevelle groaned with intense eldar pleasure as the hard cock stretched her powerfully with its girth, and sighed in rapture as she lowered herself slowly down the entire length, savouring every last millimetre of internal stretching.
Belzevelle grinned down sadistically at the defenceless laughing man between her legs, and without preamble she used a scrubbing brush in each hand to tickle the shit out of his ribs and chest and stomach area.
Adolf laughed hard, the only thing he could do in his situation, and Belzevelle began to blissfully gyrate on his wonderfully big penis for her own pleasure.
Belzevelle didn't care less if Adolf came or not, this sex was just for her pleasure. His human sperm would have no effect on her eldar reproductive system, wouldn't have any effect on her baby, Belzevelle could just enjoy him like a human dildo.
Belzevelle scrubbed his skin harder and faster just to make him scream, getting off on his suffering. Adolf was screaming with laughter and pleading desperately for mercy.
Belzevelle thrilled at his begging, and made him beg even harder with her cruelty.
"It tickles so fucking much!", Adolf pleaded her.
Belzevelle moaned at this suffering, it made her so wet when he suffered so hard.
Octavia was scrubbing Adolf's arms and neck and face now, actually trying to clean him, and Belzevelle immediately moved her own brushes to his already thoroughly cleaned armpits just to be horrible and mean.
Adolf howled with tortured laughter, appalled by her wanton unnecessary cruelty, and Belzevelle rode his cock assertively, her pleasure growing.
Belzevelle closed her eyes in ecstasy and just focused on the sounds of Adolf screaming and begging, using touch to navigate her brushes to torture him. The sadism turned Belzevelle on so bad, being horrible and cruel to people during sex made Belzevelle unbelievably wet!
Adolf's screaming laughter just continued unbroken. He was utterly trapped and defenceless in his chains, and the girls could keep torturing him as long as they liked. There was no set stopping time, they could torture him all day long if they liked. Adolf was utterly at their mercy, completely dominated by the women.
Long minutes of screaming laughing torment passed, as Belzevelle savoured the wonderful cock inside her as she tortured this man she loved.
Mistress Wendy was still on the vox to her brother Luke, but Belzevelle was having too much fun to focus on the occasional words Mistress Wendy was saying into the vox. The cock in Belzevelle's fountaining wet pussy was more important than anything else right now.
Octavia was scrubbing Adolf's back now, as Belzevelle just stayed on his armpits like a horrible sadistic bitch. Adolf was weeping with laughter now, broken down by his prolonged torture.
Adolf was very erect now inside Belzevelle, she could feel his massive cock stretch her more than ever inside. It felt so good that Belzevelle couldn't help but press into it, her own pleasure was growing very extreme.
"You are so fucking hot!", Adolf moaned between his laughter, directed at Belzevelle.
Belzevelle smiled arrogantly at the compliment, but still didn't show a shred of mercy on his armpits.
Adolf was moaning and groaning now, and even stopped laughing!
He was obviously climaxing.
Belzevelle felt a spurt deep inside her pussy a moment later.
"That was unwise my dear Adolf. I have not climaxed yet, and I will keep going with the sex no matter how it torments you post orgasm." Belzevelle told her foolish bedmate.
Adolf wailed in dismay, but was then laughing hysterically once again from the girls scrubbing his skin.
Belzevelle smiled sadistically and just kept riding his tormented cock, cruelly relishing the thought of how unbearably sensitive his penis would be immediately after an orgasm.
Adolf's face was a picture of misery as Belzevelle just continued.
"Please have mercy!, My dick hurts so bad after I just came!", Adolf begged frantically through his involuntary laughter.
Belzevelle laughed nastily and rubbed his cock inside her on her vaginal walls all the harder, trying to torment him as much as possible, delighting in his suffering.
Octavia was still systematically tickling his body clean with a huge mischievous grin on her exquisitely beautiful face, making Adolf shriek with hysterics, no mercy whatsoever was shown to the tortured man.
Belzevelle moaned in ecstasy as her pleasure intensified, she was getting close to climax.
Belzevelle closed her eyes and threw back her head as she was metaphorically lifted off her feet into the air by her orgasm, like some floating balloon of pleasure that carried her up higher than she could control, the pleasure so intense that it was dizzying!
Belzevelle almost fell off Adolf as her pleasure became so extreme that she was rendered slightly witless, her brain blasted with pleasure that would have killed a mere human.
Belzevelle gave a hoarse exhale of air as her orgasm exploded inside her, she dropped her scrubbing brushes and flopped down over Adolf's chest, so wonderfully fucked that she was briefly stunned.
Belzevelle gasped for breath as she quickly regained her wits, and she noticed that Adolf's head was pulling against his neck shackle, sweetly and tenderly trying unsuccessfully to nuzzle his face against her head to coax her out of her witless stupor, seemingly concerned about her well-being.
Belzevelle was touched by this loving concern, and tenderly kissed Adolf's still-laughing mouth for a brief moment, before then simply tickling him again like before.
"Belzevelle darling, I need to scrub Adolf's cock area, can you please move?", Octavia's slutty erotic voice asked happily.
Belzevelle obligingly got off Adolf's cock, and repositioned herself so that she was sitting over his face, but with all her weight resting on his spread arms through her carefully positioned thighs to avoid accidentally snapping his neck.
Some of Adolf's earlier semen flowed out of Belzevelle's pussy onto Adolf's mouth, making him hiss in dismay and try to spit. Belzevelle smiled cruelly at his distress.
Octavia immediately got to work scrubbing Adolf's pelvis area, and Belzevelle felt Adolf's mouth laughing into her two lower holes.
Belzevelle pushed her pussy expectantly against Adolf's laughing mouth, and a moment later the laughing mouth was distractedly attempting to pleasure her.
Octavia helpfully handed Belzevelle a new pair of scrubbing brushes with liquid soap squirted on them, and Belzevelle got to work scrubbing Adolf's extremely sensitive post-orgasm cock. The mouth pleasuring Belzevelle's pussy choked with torment.
Belzevelle and Octavia enthusiastically scrubbed Adolf's dick and balls all over, delighting in his every scream, and together they very quickly got him completely and utterly clean.
With Adolf's body now clean, any further scrubbing was nothing but wanton cruelty, and the girls could really have some fun.
Octavia used a small plastic bucket to rinse all the soap off Adolf, and she then climbed on his pelvis, groping for his penis under her.
"Aw, all floppy?", Octavia complained, feeling the penis with her hand.
"Why are you floppy Adolf?!", Octavia asked accusingly with tickling pokes to his stomach for emphasis on every word, making him flinch and laugh.
Belzevelle shrugged and rinsed the soap off her scrubbing brushes, before then continuing to scrub his ribs just to torture him, making him laugh hard into her wet pussy.
"Get hard Adolf!", Octavia mischievously demanded, poking and squeezing his stomach mercilessly.
Adolf was soon laughing too much to even pleasure Belzevelle anymore, and she punished him by scrubbing him all the harder.
Belzevelle and Octavia both had huge smiles on their faces as they gleefully tortured Adolf under them, this really was so fun.
Belzevelle briefly looked over to Mistress Wendy again.
The utterly gorgeous Mistress Wendy was naked like the rest of them and was still in the bath, but she was at the very edge of the bath, her huge wet tits resting over the lip of the bath as she spoke into a Vox.
Mistress Wendy was clearly aware of what her lovers were doing right now, and seemed to not mind in the least having Octavia and Belzevelle cruelly torture her husband like this. Belzevelle shrugged and returned her attention to Adolf's suffering, Mistress Wendy seemed to be busy on the vox right now.
"Get hard Adolf! Get hard Adolf! Get hard Adolf!", Octavia and Belzevelle chanted in unison, tickling him terribly as they did so.
"I'm trying!," Adolf yelled frantically under Belzevelle's pussy.
"Try harder!", the sadistic pair of women demanded.
Adolf could only scream with laughter, completely and utterly dominated by this pair of beautiful naked sadists.
Belzevelle bared her teeth in a cruel snarl as she scrubbed his ribs so fast that he couldn't get a word out through his screams.
Belzevelle suddenly looked up as a shadow passed across her personal space. It was Octavia leaning in with her lips puckered for a kiss.
Belzevelle paused for a split second, and then moved her own face to accept the kiss. Octavia's intoxicatingly erotic lips met her own in a soft sensual kiss, and Belzevelle groaned in bliss.
With her daemon ring on, Belzevelle was unbothered by Octavia's insidious passive lust aura, and could easily control herself around Octavia. But Octavia was still an astonishingly sexually desirable woman, and had no difficulty making Belzevelle very wet the natural way by simply being very good looking.
Belzevelle felt very wet indeed right now as the supremely fuckable huge breasted naked woman kissed her, and she relished the kiss like a fine wine.
Belzevelle expected the kiss to end, but it continued. Octavia's hands were still busily tickling poor defenceless Adolf on his stomach, and Belzevelle likewise had not even slowed down in scrubbing their tormented captive. Despite this their lips maintained contact, kissing sensually, getting steadily more passionate.
The pair of them were moaning with passion now, and their tongues caressed in each other's mouths. It was devastatingly romantic and intimate.
Belzevelle sighed in sensual bliss as she followed the sexy Slaanesh worshipper's tongue around in circles, this felt so wonderful.
Their lips pushed closer together, turning at an angle to kiss even more deeply, they were breathing more heavily as their passions raised.
Belzevelle deeply desired to use her hands to touch the exquisite Octavia, but she needed her hands to keep torturing Adolf for her own sadistic pleasure. Belzevelle frowned at her unfortunate predicament, but she could not bear to stop torturing Adolf, his suffering was just too delicious.
Belzevelle had only her mouth and her face free to touch Octavia with, she began to lick around Octavia's mouth.
Octavia laughed ticklishly from her face being licked, but also moaned brazenly. Belzevelle licked her face again, making Octavia cackle and moan in equal measure.
Octavia's tongue licked Belzevelle's face, making Belzevelle groan, her spine tingling from the erotic thrill of this sensation.
They were licking each other's faces and mouths in a frenzy now, saliva slicking their faces. Their tongues fenced together like a sword fight, soft wet warm clean tongues sliding wetly over each other and over smooth sensual female skin.
The tongues were high fiving each other, slapping each other, batted together from below and from above, twisting and twirling together.
Belzevelle and Octavia were competing with Adolf for highest volume as their moaning approached the decibels of his tormented laughter.
Belzevelle wanted so badly to use her hands on Octavia, resenting her sadistic need to keep tormenting Adolf for her sick pleasure.
Belzevelle felt Adolf's laughing tongue trying to penetrate her pussy from below!
Belzevelle gratefully pushed her achingly aroused wet wet pussy into the probing tongue, groaning in relief as her desperately horny loins were penetrated.
Belzevelle was still far too sadistic to show any shred of mercy to the loving and considerate Adolf, but she still appreciated his selfless attempt to give her pleasure. It was his way of telling her that he loved her no matter how cruelly she treated him, it was such a sweet thing to do!
Belzevelle continued her passionate tongue battle with the pussy dampeningly gorgeous Octavia, moaning wonderfully as Adolf's loving laughing tongue wiggled inside her achingly wet pussy, every wiggle of his tongue sending thrills of intense pleasure through her.
Belzevelle licked Octavia's sexy face all over, tasting her highly feminine soft skin, half insane with lust for the gorgeous woman she was licking.
Octavia's tongue licked up the side of Belzevelle's neck, and Belzevelle jolted with pleasure like an unexpected electric shock!
Octavia licked her neck again, and Belzevelle gasped with pleasure.
Belzevelle lifted her face to look at the ceiling, exposing her neck, and opened her mouth in ecstasy as her neck was licked all over by a brazenly slutty horny tongue!
Adolf was laughing hysterically from being so cruelly and relentlessly tickled, but he still somehow kept his tongue inside Belzevelle's pussy, sending her to heaven.
"Oh look, Adolf is erect again. On I hop," Octavia said suddenly, pulling away from Belzevelle's neck and briefly using one hand to slip Adolf's member inside herself.
Octavia's tongue was rapidly back to licking Belzevelle's neck, and Belzevelle resumed moaning in ecstasy.
Octavia's jiggly body was gyrating energetically back and forth on Adolf's cock, but her tongue kept unbroken contact with Belzevelle's neck, licking so wonderfully that Belzevelle got goosebumps.
Adolf was still laughing hard from the two girls tickling him, but he was also starting to moan in pleasure as Octavia fucked him. Octavia was moaning too, all three of them were moaning with pleasure now.
"Shit, fuck, ok, you can come here but I don't want any Nurgle plagues in my building! Yes Luke I understand that, fuck, but I need my power systems back online for my sterilisation systems to work. Yes I know that! I need a squad of uninfected raptors from the aerial surveillance missions to help me get all the heavy water barrels off the roof first, my Security Guardsmen are not strong enough to move them by themselves. Yes. Yes I know. I also need the raptors to get my rooftop power generators online, my own servants skilled in such tasks can't handle the noise," Mistress Wendy was suddenly shouting loudly into her vox, slightly distracting Belzevelle's focus.
Octavia and Belzevelle paused in their intimacies to look questioningly at Mistress Wendy.
"I will get out of the bath right now and go up on the roof to meet the raptors," Mistress Wendy said into her vox, suddenly getting out of the bath.
"Is everything ok Mistress Wendy?", Belzevelle asked.
Mistress Wendy turned her attention to her 3 lovers in the bath and addressed them.
"I am going outside for a while to meet some Night Lord Raptors, I need to completely clear the roof and get the power systems back online. Heck I have no end of things to do, looks like I will be very busy for a while. I will have to excuse myself from the playtime we had planned for today. Feel free to continue playing together without me though and have fun, just check on the baby when you get out of the bath. Adolf you will be submissive to Octavia and Belzevelle all day today, even when you leave the bath, it's your turn to submit to the girls. Just behave yourselves and have fun. Have you got all of that submissives?", Mistress Wendy told them dominantly but lovingly.
"Yes Mistress Wendy," the three consorts replied, (Adolf's reply was slightly muffled by Belzevelle's pussy).
Mistress Wendy nodded and continued getting out of the bath, returning to talking on the vox.
Belzevelle and Octavia happily resumed their sexual play in the bath, continuing their earlier sensual eroticism.
Belzevelle's lust for Octavia could no longer be denied now. She stopped tickling Adolf and cupped Octavia's delicious breasts with her hands, savouring the spongy softness of the massive mammaries.
Octavia moaned at Belzevelle's touch, and continued to excite Belzevelle with erotic neck licking.
Adolf was laughing only half as much now that only Octavia was still tickling him, and his licking of Belzevelle's pussy got noticeably better, making Belzevelle groan in ecstasy.
Belzevelle reached down and grabbed Octavia's wrists, pulling her hands away from Adolf's skin so that Adolf could focus entirely on pleasuring Belzevelle to heaven.
Octavia pouted at being prevented from tickling a helpless victim, but Adolf's cock inside her soon made her forget about this.
The sex got noticeably better now that Adolf wasn't being tickled half insane, and Belzevelle moaned brazenly as his tongue caressed her highly sensitive clitoris.
The two naked females were moaning and screaming hoarsely now as Adolf's body pleasured them, it felt so good!
Belzevelle could feel an orgasm rising inside her like a bubble rising sluggishly through thick viscous honey, the pleasure rising but oh so slowly...
Octavia seemed to be approaching orgasm too, her moaning getting more desperate, and even Adolf was moaning noticeably.
The pleasure grew and grew as Belzevelle was licked, she was closing her eyes and biting her lips as it got so good, her naked body tingling all over.
Oh fuck that felt so good!
She was cumming, she was cumming!
Oh fuck!
So much pleasure!
Explosion of orgasm!
Belzevelle was stunned...
Octavia and Adolf both moaned in orgasm a moment later, climaxing at almost exactly the same time as Belzevelle sat witless from pleasure.
For a brief moment the three submissive bedmates just caught their breath and recovered from their respective orgasms, that had been really good.
Belzevelle gracefully got off Adolf and reluctantly found a key to release him.
Before Belzevelle could release him, Adolf was laughing hysterically again from Octavia sadistically tickling him!
Belzevelle got to work unchaining the laughing man as Octavia just kept tickling him.
As soon as enough of him was free, Adolf attempted to fend off Octavia with his hands.
Belzevelle released Adolf completely.
Adolf was free now, but was still extremely submissive towards Octavia and Belzevelle just as Mistress Wendy had commanded him. Octavia was still enthusiastically tickling him, and Adolf was very obviously trying not to resist or defend himself, laughing hard as Octavia tormented him.
Octavia's playful tickling of the submissive Adolf continued for a while in the water, the man was trying really hard not to resist but couldn't quite help himself, fending off Octavia's probing hands defensively. Octavia pounced on Adolf, tickle-wrestling with him, and the wrestling transitioned into hard fucking as the pair got horny again.
Belzevelle got out of the bath and dried herself off with a towel as her lovers fucked in the water, brushing her long silky black hair and styling it with decorative dark eldar hair needles in front of a mirror while trying to decide what to wear today.
Belzevelle moved to her wardrobe furniture near the bath, and opened her surprisingly large selection of available clothing. She had so much to choose from but didn't really want to wear anything she saw.
Belzevelle continued feeling indecisive, and still hadn't put a thing on when the well fucked looking Octavia finally got out of the bath with Adolf.
"Can't decide what to wear?, Why not just stay nude?," Octavia suggested, drying herself off with a towel in front of a mirror.
Belzevelle looked at Octavia.
"I am just going to stay nude as I dominate Adolf all day long," Octavia continued.
"What about our baby? If you go out nude to check on the baby and those damn nuns see you, it will cause no end of drama," Belzevelle reminded Octavia.
"Oh?, Oh yeah, where exactly is the baby anyway?", Octavia asked with a start.
"The bird mutants are currently babysitting our son Heinrich downstairs in the big sitting room they always hang out in," Belzevelle told her.
""Our" son?, Heinrich is actually only the son of Mistress Wendy and I," Adolf corrected quietly.
Belzevelle and Octavia both turned to give Adolf a truly filthy look.
"I guess you are Heinrich's step mothers?", Adolf quickly amended in reconciliation.
"We are all the consorts of Mistress Wendy, any baby she gives birth to is *all* of our's, we are a family," Belzevelle insisted firmly, slightly annoyed.
"When my own pregnancy is completed, all of you will be parents to my child, whether related by blood or not. We are a family", Belzevelle explained to clarify her point.
Adolf seemed to understand what Belzevelle was driving at, and nodded in agreement.
They were about to speak further when a Night Lord raptor suddenly entered the room at the far entrance?!
"Toilet! Toilet! Where is the toilet!", the unidentified Night Lord shouted urgently.
"Um, the toilets are over there," Adolf yelled back, pointing to a nearby row of specially designed "toilet play" fetish toilets.
The air lit up brilliantly with magenta light as the raptor activated his jump pack and flew with great speed just above the floor towards the toilets!
The naked bedmates shielded their eyes from the blinding glare, dismayed by this entire happenstance.
The jump pack suddenly ceased as the raptor reached the toilet. There was a hard clang of a removed groin plate hitting the floor, and then the watery sound of heavy urination.
The urination went on and on for ages, to the point of embarrassment, the Night Lord had clearly really badly needed the toilet!
The peeing finally stopped, the toilet flushed, and the Night Lord turned.
An absolutely HUGE floppy long penis greeted Belzevelle's gaze!
The Night Lord had not yet put his groin plate back on, exposing a gaping hole in the midnight blue ceramite, out of which hung a veiny pale shaft of astonishing size!
The Night Lord suddenly seemed to notice the naked consorts for the first time...
"Mistress Octavia!", the Night Lord squawked in utter submission, and his floppy huge penis was suddenly growing erect over the supremely fuckable naked Octavia.
The Night Lord instantly dropped to one knee, showing complete subservience to Octavia alone, ignoring the other two.
"Samual?, Samual Sevenson is that you?, Remove your helmet," Octavia said happily.
"Yes Mistress Octavia, it is I, Samual," the Night Lord said submissively, removing his helmet to reveal a brutal pale face with untidy dark brown hair.
The Night Lord was absolutely huge and terrifying, a brutal giant half ton killing machine, a monster bred only to kill, clad in horrific baroquely shaped power armour. Belzevelle thrilled with fear just being in the presence of this massive psychotic super soldier!
"(Giggles), you are a submissive little bitch, aren't you Samual," Octavia teasingly taunted the monster!
Belzevelle flinched with fright!
The monster spoke...
"Yes Mistress Octavia, I am your submissive little bitch, you are absolutely right Mistress,"
Belzevelle blinked, heart pounding.
"You are the one who always cries when I tickle you, Samual the crybaby," Octavia laughed at the horrific monster.
The Night Lord blushed scarlet with terrible shame, but his face also looked savagely aroused. His penis was harder than ever.
"Yes Mistress Octavia, I am your crybaby, you always make me cry Mistress," Samual agreed in complete humiliation, blushing purple as Adolf gawked at him.
"This will be so fun Belzevelle, we can make this submissive boy cry all day long, it's the best fun," Octavia offered happily.
Samual suddenly prematurely ejaculated hard in excitement all over the floor in a thick white jet, his face intensely aroused.
"I live to obey you Mistress Octavia," Samual said in utter humiliation.
"What about our baby?", Belzevelle reminded Octavia.
"Oh?, Adolf you can go mind the baby. Belzevelle let's make this submissive bitch cry, it has been ages since we got to play with a Night Lord!", Octavia whined unhappily.
"Yes Mistress Octavia," Adolf said submissively, and obediently got dressed and left the room.
The naked Belzevelle and Octavia were suddenly left alone in the room with this terrifying Night Lord...
"Get naked crybaby," Octavia said to Samual teasingly.
"Yes Mistress Octavia, may I please use these tools over here?"
"Yes yes, use the tools," Octavia said absentmindedly.
Samual ducked off quickly to a workbench area of the room and began removing his armour.
Belzevelle turned to Octavia.
"What are we doing?, I don't even know this guy!" Belzevelle hissed.
"I need your help, because of my lust aura, I need someone else to restrain him so he doesn't rape me. After you tie him down for me you can go if you like," Octavia begged Belzevelle.
Belzevelle was not entirely happy but reluctantly nodded in agreement.
The Night Lord was already back, completely naked, pale all over...
"Oh yuck! He stinks! His body odour is so bad!" Belzevelle exclaimed in sudden revulsion at an awful reek.
"Yuck, you are right! Samual you really stink!", Octavia protested in dismay.
Samual was blushing worse than ever now, he looked so ashamed that he might die.
"I'm so sorry Mistresses, I have been at war for over a week without removing my armour to wash,"
"Let's give him a bath then," Octavia said mischievously.
***...
Belzevelle felt intense thrills of sadism as she used her soapy scrubbing brushes on the helpless restrained naked body of the Night Lord. This was so fun!
The Night Lord was crying like a little girl as the two women scrubbed his reeking armpits, sobbing and laughing at the same time as they had their cruel fun.
It had been a bit tedious for Belzevelle to measure Samual for the correct shackles all by herself, but once Belzevelle had him all locked up, Octavia had been able to safely approach without fear of being raped from the lust aura.
Belzevelle could have left at that point, but she hadn't, it had just looked like such sadistic fun to make a Night Lord cry, so Belzevelle had stayed to play.
Octavia's lust aura was savagely tormenting their restrained victim, he was half insane with lust, tugging desperately and futilely at the strong chains, desperately trying to get at Octavia. Belzevelle got such a kick out of seeing restrained people getting tortured by Octavia's lust aura, there was just something so diabolically cruel about using lust itself as a form of torture.
The Night Lord was turning his crying face from side to side, alternately looking at the two naked women torturing him, utterly tormented and weeping in suffering and humiliation. Belzevelle was tingling all over with sadistic thrill.
Belzevelle smiled cruelly, and stroked her hand on his cheek dominantly, drawing his attention.
"Are you afraid, crybaby?", Belzevelle asked sweetly.
The crying Night Lord nodded wretchedly in utter humiliation, "yes Mistress Belzevelle".
Belzevelle felt a thrill of arrogance to have this fearsome Night Lord admit to being afraid of her. This power felt so good!
Belzevelle slapped his face blisteringly hard just for fun, making him moan slightly through his blubbering.
"Poor humiliated crybaby. Well, if you obey my every command like a submissive little bitch, then maybe, just maybe, I will still torture you anyway", Belzevelle laughed arrogantly.
"No Mistress Belzevelle, I cannot submit to you without the permission of the Matriarch. I submit only to Mistress Octavia and the other official Sevenson women," Samual sobbed apologetically.
Belzevelle flinched as though struck!
She looked in alarm at the massive burly 8 foot tall giant she had been so gleefully torturing, he could so easily kill her!
"You-you won't hurt me, please-please don't hurt me..." Belzevelle whimpered fearfully, her earlier attitude entirely dropped now that there was a chance of karma biting her on the ass.
"This crybaby won't ever hurt you, he is too much of a wussy little sissy," Octavia laughed playfully.
The huge Night Lord became utterly submissive at these words, enslaved by his submission to Octavia, and agreed with a sob of "Yes Mistress Octavia, I shall never ever harm Mistress Belzevelle".
Belzevelle gasped a sigh of relief, and very hesitantly resumed torturing the crying Night Lord.
"I wouldn't have harmed Mistress Belzevelle anyway...", the Night Lord sobbed, "She is too exquisite to harm."
Belzevelle grinned arrogantly at this compliment, and became more confident in tormenting and humiliating their weeping captive.
The pair of women had a great time cruelly scrubbing their victim completely clean, as he laughed and sobbed like a little girl. It was just so fun to humble this giant brute!
The door suddenly opened and yet another Night Lord entered, looking for the toilet, and Belzevelle and Octavia smiled sadistically to have yet another victim to play with.
"No no no get out! These Dominatrices are MINE!", Samual suddenly snarled savagely at the newcomer, making both women flinch from the brutal sound of his voice!
"Why are you not on duty, Mistress Wendy is looking for you, get your ass back up on the roof!" The new Night Lord admonished his comrade.
"I was given new orders by Mistress Octavia," Samual explained defensively.
"Ah... Well that is completely different. When you finish doing everything Mistress Octavia commands, come back up to the roof to serve Mistress Wendy," the newcomer said happily.
"I need to pee quickly and go back up on the roof myself," the newcomer added, looking for the toilet.
"You are not going back up to the roof, you are staying here with us you naughty boy," Octavia said playfully.
The newcomer shuddered all over, his body language becoming utterly submissive.
"Yes Mistress Octavia, I obey your every command," the newcomer said with utter obedience.
"How can I be of service exalted Mistress Octavia?" The newcomer asked humbly.
"My friend here is going to tie you up and play with you," Octavia said teasingly, pointing to Belzevelle.
Belzevelle grinned cruelly, a plaything all for herself!
The new Night Lord trembled with obvious desire, clearly very excited.
"No!, I want both the sexy Mistresses to keep playing with me alone! This was perfect, why did you have to come in here and ruin everything!" Samual shouted angrily at his fellow Night Lord.
"Don't be so greedy! Mistress Octavia's will must be obeyed!", the new Night Lord snarled back.
Belzevelle and Octavia exchanged a glance as the two Night Lords viciously argued, the two astartes were screaming with hellish rage at each other.
"Enough arguing you naughty boys," Octavia scolded.
"Yes Mistress Octavia," the two Night Lords said submissively in unison, utterly enslaved to obey the gorgeous naked Sevenson woman.
"We can torture both of you naughty boys as we see fit, isn't that right boys?", Octavia giggled teasingly.
"Yes Mistress Octavia," the two Night Lords agreed with complete submission.
The girls let the new comer pee, and then made him get naked, (and quickly wash himself because he stank). Belzevelle then gleefully secured the naked astartes with his back to a sturdy bondage cross, limbs spread eagle and bound with synthetic straps strong enough to hold even a space marine. Belzevelle picked up a brutal whip.
Octavia resumed playing with the crybaby in the bath letting Belzevelle have the new boy all for herself.
Belzevelle flexed her whip, grinning diabolically at her new plaything. He was brutally well muscled and manly, his penis huge and face ruggedly handsome, washboard abs and bulging muscles pale and smooth, so intensely masculine.
"A dark eldar Dominatrix... Oh my Slaanesh this will be delectable!", Belzevelle's nameless plaything said huskily with a lustful smile.
Belzevelle bared her teeth in a sadistic snarl, and whipped him right across the eyes with blinding speed!
The Night Lord plaything roared in pain and surprise, the whip had been so fast that he hadn't shut his right eye in time, so that the whip hit his exposed eyeball.
The Night Lord clenched his eyes shut defensively, hissing in pain, eyes watering badly. Belzevelle whipped his closed eyelids again, making him flinch and hiss in pain.
"Open your eyes," Belzevelle said sweetly.
The Night Lord cautiously opened his eyes again.
Belzevelle instantly whipped his eyeballs again, smiling mischievously.
"Please not the eyes Dark Eldar Mistress, how can I see your glorious exquisite beauty if you whip my eyes?," the plaything asked hopefully, apparently not knowing her name.
"Aw, that's just too bad," Belzevelle purred cruelly, and flogged his closed eyelids again.
The Night Lord hissed in disappointment, but his penis was becoming noticeably erect from Belzevelle's cruel treatment.
Belzevelle was just about to flog him again when yet another Night Lord arrived in the room...
"I need the toilet..." the newcomer said uncertainly.
"Yay, another victim!", Octavia said jubilantly.
Belzevelle grinned gleefully.
***...
Belzevelle and Octavia had accumulated a total of 9 utterly submissive Night Lord raptor victims an hour later, all of them restrained in various restraints. Every time a new Night Lord entered to pee, he became a new victim for the girls to play with.
Belzevelle was laughing meanly as she used a blood soaked giant razored strap-on dildo to anally bugger the rectum of a Night Lord locked defenceless to a stainless steel anal sex sawhorse. The strap-on Belzevelle was wearing was huge and studded with horrific razor blades, it was currently thrusting deep up her victim's bum, shedding astonishing amounts of blood as the blades ripped up his insides.
Space marines healed fast, almost instantly, letting them survive these horrific internal injuries with ease.
"Oh Dark Eldar Mistress, that feels so fucking good!" Her plaything moaned in pleasure and agony.
Belzevelle ignored her plaything, and just enjoyed horrifically injuring him.
"Oh Slaanesh! I'm cumming!" The plaything roared with extreme pleasure.
"That's disgusting! You got your unworthy cum all over Mistress Wendy's sawhorse!" Belzevelle scolded her plaything, the bloody sawhorse was dripping with cum now.
"I'm so sorry Mistress Dark Eldar," the plaything apologised profusely like a sniveling submissive little bitch.
Belzevelle pulled her razored dildo out of his minced up ass hole, releasing a huge fountain of blood after it, and simply walked away from her plaything without another word.
"Mistress Dark Eldar?", the plaything asked unhappily.
Belzevelle simply ignored him and looked at the other playthings on offer.
Octavia currently had a huge plastic drinking straw rammed all the way down the penis hole of a Night Lord strapped down to a bondage table, and was very carefully pouring stinging grapefruit juice from a bottle down the mouth of the straw...
Octavia's plaything was screaming with agony as the stinging grapefruit juice filled the deepest part inside his penis hole, and Octavia smiled happily as she just kept pouring the juice.
Belzevelle was impressed and went over to watch this imaginative form of torture.
Octavia suddenly pulled away the bottle, and a second later cum mixed with grapefruit juice shot out of the straw in a fat jet that spattered over the Night Lord's chest.
Octavia leaned forward to lick up the cum, but then grimaced at the taste.
"Oh my Slaanesh that grapefruit juice is so sour, completely ruins the taste of cum!", Octavia complained unhappily.
Octavia shrugged, and started pouring more grapefruit juice down the straw, making the Night Lord scream anew in agony.
Belzevelle left Octavia to have her fun, and looked at the other 7 restrained playthings to choose from.
The potential playthings all eagerly called for Belzevelle's attention, wanting the sadistic naked Dark Eldar woman to torture them. All of them were restrained in various devices, utterly helpless for Belzevelle to have her cruel fun.
"Who to play with next...", Belzevelle mused to herself.
The door to the room was suddenly angrily kicked open.
Belzevelle turned, and saw an utterly outraged naked Mistress Wendy!
Mistress Wendy held her daemon whip Torment threateningly in her bare hands, shrugging off the extreme pain with jaded Slaaneshi excess, she looked really REALLY angry...
Belzevelle gulped, this was bad.
"You NAUGHTY girls!" Mistress Wendy roared at Belzevelle and Octavia, running to them with supernatural speed so that she was suddenly standing among them!
Belzevelle yelped in fright and threw herself down on the floor, grovelling before her angry Mistress Wendy!
"Those boys have been missing for an entire hour!"
Belzevelle wept apologies.
"Did you need these boys my love?", Octavia asked stupidly.
Torment shot out lightning fast to strike Octavia across her giant tits with a deafening CRACK!
Octavia screamed in hellish agony and fell on the floor, masturbating furiously over the pain!
"Of COURSE I fucking needed these boys!, They are doing important work up on the roof!" Mistress Wendy snapped, flogging Octavia again.
Belzevelle did not make a sound, hoping against hope that Mistress Wendy might not notice her...
CRACK!
Agony worse than any hell exploded across the bare skin of Belzevelle's back!
Belzevelle screamed piercingly in damnation, almost driven insane by the avalanche of agony, and vomited explosively in trauma!
Belzevelle was left weeping and bawling from this single strike of the nightmarish daemon whip.
Mistress Wendy was shouting severely at her two naughty female submissives for what they had done, but Belzevelle's agony wracked mind was too traumatised to really take in the precise words.
Belzevelle was pulled agonisingly to her feet by a sharply twisted ear!
"Unlock MY Night Lords NOW!", Mistress Wendy shouted in Belzevelle's face!
Belzevelle was too hysterical to answer with coherent words, and just gave a terrified squeak of obedience and scrambled to release every single Night Lord as quickly as possible.
The newly freed Night Lords immediately knelt naked before Mistress Wendy in awed worship of her supreme dominance, loudly proclaiming that she was glorious.
Mistress Wendy flogged every single Night Lord dozens of times with her whip for their own involvement in this naughtiness, and semen shot everywhere as the utterly submissive Night Lords cummed themselves from the pain.
The completely naked, radiantly beautiful Mistress Wendy, seemed to tower over everyone in the room, despite being a slightly small woman. She radiated so much dominance and so much arrogance and so much raw attitude, that Night Lords and consorts alike could only grovel before her like insignificant insects.
"Get your armour back on and get back up on duty on my roof!", Mistress Wendy commanded the naked Night Lords severely, giving every single Night Lord a massive erection from her extreme dominance.
"Yes Mistress Wendy!", the Night Lords proclaimed in blissful submission, utterly smitten with this supremely dominant Sevenson woman Champion.
The Night Lords raced off to obey, leaving Belzevelle and Octavia to face Mistress Wendy's wrath alone.
Mistress Wendy flexed Torment mercilessly.
Belzevelle gulped.
***...
Belzevelle was rather annoyed with Octavia as she gingerly rubbed her badly whipped backside.
"One hundred and fifty lashes!", Belzevelle growled acidly at Octavia.
"I got given two hundred lashes," Octavia reasoned, rubbing her own badly scourged bare bottom.
"This entire thing was your idea," Belzevelle squabbled back.
The two female consorts of Mistress Wendy were currently not very popular with Mistress Wendy after today's ill advised antics.
The pair were apparently lucky that they hadn't been referred to an official court-martial. It was apparently a criminal offence for a Sevenson woman to use her dominance to force on-duty Night Lords to neglect their military duties!
By waylaying 9 on duty Night Lords when they went to pee and forcing them to go AWOL for an hour during a war, Octavia and Belzevelle had committed a crime!
"200 lashes from Torment and a warning not to do it again was actually pretty lenient," Octavia reassured Belzevelle.
"I thought we were just having fun, I didn't realise we had been committing a CRIME!", Belzevelle shouted at her stupid bedmate.
Octavia began to say something stupid in reply, but Belzevelle cut her off.
"I don't want to hear your excuses. It will be days before I can sit down again without pain. I am really really angry about this!"
Octavia murmured unhappily but held silent, pouting glumly.
Belzevelle angrily moved to her personal wardrobe furniture, determined to at least get dressed.
Belzevelle pointedly turned her back on Octavia and passive aggressively pulled up a pair of white cotton panties.
The panties slid across the skin of Belzevelle's bottom, and agony suddenly shot through her!
"Oh fuck my ass hurts so fucking much!", Belzevelle cursed, ripping the panties down again.
Belzevelle angrily tried other pairs of panties, but the pain in her backside was too much to endure, that daemon whip fucking HURT!
"How the fuck am I supposed to get dressed?!", Belzevelle cursed, getting even angrier than before.
"I'm just staying nude today, to please Blessed Slaanesh," Octavia said unhelpfully.
Belzevelle gave a wordless growl.
Belzevelle put on a bra and a black silk top, and wondered what to do about her red throbbing ass.
Belzevelle managed to put on an extremely skimpy black G string that covered not a single bit of her ass cheeks without any pain, and sighed in despaired resignation. She didn't even bother to try putting on pants or a skirt, her ass hurt too much. The G string was at least something.
"You look nice," Octavia offered.
Belzevelle ignored her.
"I'm going to go look after our baby, I don't care what you do," Belzevelle said passive aggressively to her polyamorous lover like a jilted housewife.
"I'm sorry about getting you in trouble," Octavia attempted to reconcile.
Belzevelle said nothing, and simply walked towards the door.
The stark naked Octavia jogged after Belzevelle, and the pair left the room in an icy silence.
The ensuing walk was perpetual icy silence, out the room, down the stairs, and all the way to the sitting room the bird mutants all liked to hang out in during the day.
The pair of them entered a cheerful room full of comfy chairs, a room with an atmosphere of wholesome warm friendliness where all were welcomed.
Many female bird mutant faces curiously looked up from chairs as the pair entered, as did several nuns holding babies, and the eyes of the various people quickly widened in embarrassment at the state of dress of Belzevelle and especially Octavia. Some of the nuns gasped, and several of the bird mutants murmured softly among themselves in discomfort at Octavia's nudity.
Belzevelle blushed with embarrassment, but forced herself to stand proud. She deliberately ignored the onlookers and instead looked to Adolf who was sitting fully clothed in a comfy sofa cradling their baby.
Belzevelle pointedly ignored Octavia, (who was distracted by trying to greet various rather embarrassed people), and walked over to Adolf, greeting him with an exaggerated kiss on the lips.
Adolf returned the kiss affectionately, he seemed happy and blissfully unaware of the trouble Belzevelle was in.
The nuns in the room gasped sharply.
"That's DISGUSTING Adolf! Bestiality with a xenos is FOUL! It's UNHOLY! It's..."
"Will you xenophobic bigots shut the fuck up!" Belzevelle snapped angrily.
The nuns gasped anew at her words, creating an even bigger scene. Belzevelle sighed in wretched misery.
Adolf rose to his feet and gallantly defended Belzevelle with angry words.
"It might look like a human woman, but that thing is an alien, it's worse than even a mutant!", one of the nuns passionately lectured Adolf.
Belzevelle flushed with fresh offended anger.
"This WOMAN is part of my marriage! She is, um, sorta like my wife or something?", Adolf attempted feebly to get the highly conservative nuns onboard with the relationship.
Belzevelle stared at Adolf in amazement, did he really just say that she was his spouse?
The nuns jeered at Adolf's argument.
"Would you also wed and lay with the tyranid alien monsters outside! A xenos is a xenos, this one is no better than those filthy bugs in the street!" A nun spat.
Belzevelle moved with the blurring speed of the dark eldar to angrily slap the rude nun hard across the face.
The nun reeled back from the slap, and yelled loudly for FRANKLIN to come to her defence!
"Fuck!", Adolf exclaimed, and moved to stand in front of Belzevelle as the sounds of Franklin's heavy angry running footsteps sounded in the hallway outside, Adolf still held the baby in his arms.
Octavia was still standing stupidly just inside the doorway, lacking the sense to step out of the way, and the giant outraged Franklin barrelled right into her, getting immediately ensnared by her potent Slaaneshi lust aura and unconsciously stopping to fuck the naked woman on the floor.
This temporary distraction did not slow Franklin down for long, but it did slow him down enough for Belzevelle to have the good sense to get behind the nearest nun, pull a decorative needle from her hair, and hold the point of the needle threateningly to one of the jugular arteries in the nun's neck.
Franklin uncoupled from Octavia, took stock of the situation, and snarled in a savage roar of rage so deep that it vibrated the floor slightly.
"Stay back! Don't make me kill her!" Belzevelle angrily threatened the massive psychopath.
Franklin paused dead still, eyes fixed on the needle at the nun's neck, he was crouched ready to pounce at a moment's notice.
"Let go of Sister Brooke you filthy alien!" The other nuns in the room demanded.
"Call off Franklin and I will let her go unharmed," Belzevelle demanded.
There was a pause, brief for the sluggish minds of the humans, but agonisingly slow for the extreme speed of Belzevelle's perception and thought processes. After an eternity that was in reality just a few seconds, the nuns called off their pet monster, and Franklin slunk away out the room as ordered, (getting briefly caught by Octavia's lust aura once more on the way out).
Belzevelle hesitantly lowered the needle and let the nun go unharmed. Franklin growled in relief from somewhere just outside the door.
There was a tense silence after this, and Belzevelle returned to Adolf's side, as the nuns in turn regrouped with their babies to a part of the room a respectful distance away.
A tenuous calm settled on the room.
Bird mutants and nuns were suddenly scrambling away over chairs!
They were scrambling to keep clear of the range of Octavia's damn lust aura!
Damn Octavia was now also walking over to Belzevelle and Adolf, disrupting the entire room in the process!
The bird mutants and nuns all managed to stay clear of the event horizon of Octavia's lust aura with a lot of scrambling and cursing, and the stark naked Octavia walked up to Adolf and Belzevelle.
Octavia gave Adolf a passionate kiss of greeting.
The nuns didn't say a god damn word at Octavia kissing Adolf!
"No bigoted remarks?", Belzevelle asked the nuns acidly.
"Octavia is Adolf's second wife and is HUMAN, there is no sin in a man kissing his own wife!" The nuns took the bait immediately.
"Is that so?, I don't seem to recall Adolf marrying any but Mistress Wendy," Belzevelle rebutted nastily.
"We took the liberty of pronouncing them married without their knowledge so that their daily coupling was no longer sinful. Adolf now has two wives, Octavia and Wendy. Men of the Emperor may have more than one wife after all, polygamy is widely practised in the Emperor's Galaxy," one of the nuns jeered arrogantly.
Adolf started and glanced at Octavia. He looked like he wanted to be offended, but after a moment he simply shrugged, deciding that he actually had no problem being Octavia's husband. Octavia already was basically like a wife to Adolf anyway, they fucked all the time.
"Very well then bigots, I declare myself Adolf's third wife, problem solved. Leave us alone!" Belzevelle quipped mockingly.
"Interspecies marriage is unholy bestiality! Would this man marry a spider?!" One of the nuns exclaimed in moral indignation.
"Do I look like a fucking spider! I'm at least five times more attractive than you are you ugly frump!" Belzevelle snapped.
"Your deceitful appearance is but a lure to tempt human men to their damnation and you know it. Your heart is full of alien trickery and deceit," the nun accused back.
The bird mutants cut in at this point.
"Utter crap!, We can read Belzevelle's mind with our telepathic powers. She has no hidden trickery or deceit in her heart, she LOVES Adolf and Octavia and Wendy," Tasha Muhammad the bird mutant angrily cut in.
"This alien is not capable of the emotion of human love, whatever she would call "love" is but a cheap shallow shadow of the noble emotion humans feel," a nun insisted adamantly.
The bird mutants all laughed as though the nun were an idiot.
"It is actually the opposite that is true, Eldar experience all emotions far more keenly than humans. Belzevelle feels the emotion of love orders of magnitude more deeply and intensely than *anything* a human is capable of feeling. Belzevelle loves Adolf and Octavia and Wendy far far FAR more strongly than any love they are capable of feeling in return," Tasha laughed.
Belzevelle flinched as though struck! Her bedmates did not love her as much as she loved them!?
The telepathic bird mutants noticed Belzevelle's upset immediately.
"Relax Belzevelle, they all love you. They love you as much as they can with their primitive human brains," Belzevelle was reassured compassionately.
"Primitive human brains!" Some nuns protested.
"Oh get over it you colossal racists! Eldar brains are far more sophisticated than human brains, ask any xenobiologist!" Tasha snapped.
"Racism against xenos is a virtue not an insult, you insufferable mutant heretic!"
The rest of the conversation quickly devolved into shouting and insults, but now the nuns were focusing their rage at the bird mutants instead of Belzevelle.
The baby was wide awake in Adolf's arms by this point, blinking at the noise and commotion in the room, and Belzevelle immediately snatched the extremely cute baby from Adolf's grip to cuddle and fuss over it to soothe her own wounded temper. Adolf was momentarily concerned having his baby snatched, but quickly relaxed as Belzevelle just fussed over the cute newborn.
"Put that human baby down at once you alien filth!"
Belzevelle tore around to glare at the nuns yet again, that was so fucking rude!
"Unhand the human infant, you might hurt him!", the nuns demanded.
"You nuns really are the fucking worst!," Polly Muhammad the bird mutant exclaimed.
This generated yet more angry squabbling, and Belzevelle miserably handed her own human baby back to Adolf just to keep the peace, shaking with rage now.
"I can't endure much more of these nuns, come Adolf, let's go somewhere else," Belzevelle commanded imperiously.
"Yes Mistress Belzevelle," Adolf agreed, also looking thoroughly sick of the nuns.
Belzevelle led Adolf to the door, leaving Octavia to jog after them in surprise, and the room was once again disrupted by people scrambling out of range of Octavia's lust aura.
The trio reached the doorway, and saw the monstrous bulk of Franklin lurking angrily just beyond the doorway...
"Oh...", Belzevelle said, wisely stopping before the doorway, it probably wasn't too safe to go out there right now.
"You threatened my nuns," Franklin hissed sinisterly in a hateful voice from the other side of the doorway. Only his slavish obedience to the commands of the nuns was keeping the hulking psychopath outside where he couldn't hurt Belzevelle...
Belzevelle got a sudden idea, and shoved the naked Octavia through the doorway.
Adolf exclaimed in alarm as Octavia staggered across the threshold, but Franklin cursed and backed off immediately to keep out of range of Octavia's lust aura, just as Belzevelle had predicted he would.
Belzevelle laughed and wrapped her arm around Octavia's neck from behind in a head lock, force-marching Octavia ahead of her through the doorway.
Franklin backed off hatefully. He was a married man now, so took "adultery" with any woman other than his wife Violet more seriously than ever now. He would not approach Octavia's terrible adultery inducing lust aura.
Adolf seemed to understand the situation, and cautiously joined Belzevelle right in the centre of Octavia's aura where Franklin would not approach them, holding the baby protectively in his arms.
Belzevelle force marched Octavia forward very cautiously out into the hallway, and Franklin circled hatefully around them like a predatory animal, hostile but kept at bay by the potent Slaaneshi aura of Octavia.
The trio moved down the hall in a tight huddle, harried by Franklin the sinister Night Lord neophyte at every step, but as long as they stayed close to Octavia they were untouchable.
"Are you going to follow us all day?, Shouldn't you be with your wife Violet right now?", Adolf asked Franklin with obvious fear.
"My issue is not with you Step Father, my issue is with this alien who threatened my nun," Franklin hissed in a harsh deep rasp of hate.
"Your nun is unharmed, there is no need for any violence Franklin," Adolf insisted.
Franklin did not reply to this, crouching threateningly just out of range of Octavia.
"Where is your wife?", Adolf pressed, "you should go to your wife".
"My wife...", Franklin hissed uncertainly.
"Yes, go to your wife. You just committed adultery with Octavia earlier, you should go and apologise to your wife," Adolf insisted.
"By the Emperor... You are right. I must repent to my wife and beg her forgiveness," Franklin hissed, and slunk away sinisterly, entering a nearby doorway that led to his current home.
Belzevelle shuddered, Mistress Wendy's hulking Night Lord son Franklin was a fucking psycho.
Belzevelle led her lovers away as quickly as possible while Franklin was distracted. Franklin would not be gone indefinitely, and it was a very good idea not to be still on this floor when he returned.
They entered the stairs, and headed up, towards the floor of their bedroom where Franklin could not follow them.
The three consorts reached the floor of their bedroom, and the security guardsmen let the consorts enter through the series of locked security gates into the room without question.
Belzevelle sighed with relief to be finally fully safe from Franklin's reach, the security guardsmen wouldn't let him in here uninvited.
"What do we do now?", Octavia asked to no one in particular.
Belzevelle immediately started kissing Adolf in answer to Octavia's question.
Octavia smiled and tried to join in, but Belzevelle angrily pushed her away.
"No not you, I am still mad with you. You take the baby," Belzevelle informed Octavia, passing the oblivious newborn baby to Octavia.
"Why are you mad with her?", Adolf asked in confusion, still unaware of what had happened.
Belzevelle sighed, and gave an extremely cut down recount of the events with Mistress Wendy and the Night Lord raptors.
Adolf was horrified, and looked at Belzevelle and Octavia's savagely scourged asses, having not noticed earlier with typical human male lack of attention to detail.
Belzevelle tolerated being fussed over by Adolf for a moment, but quickly became impatient and resumed kissing him dominantly, shooing Octavia away to go look after the baby as Belzevelle assertively initiated fun sex with Adolf.
Octavia pouted glumly and slunk off to mind the baby as her lovers fucked on the bed...
***...
A considerable amount of time later the extremely well fucked Belzevelle was laying naked on her belly on the bed, with an equally naked and well fucked Adolf sprawled exhausted beside her.
Octavia was hovering around hopefully at the edge of the bed, wanting to play, but Belzevelle still had not forgiven her and was spurning Octavia coldly.
"I'm so wet and horny, can't I have just a little turn of the fun?", Octavia whined in self pity.
"No, keep minding the baby," Belzevelle dismissed her advances.
Octavia pouted glumly, but Belzevelle was unmoved.
Belzevelle turned her attention to the exhausted panting Adolf, and kissed his lips lovingly. The man was exhausted, but he still reciprocated every kiss, like a perfect gentleman.
Adolf was utterly submissive to Belzevelle as she kissed him, Mistress Wendy had trained him very well with severe discipline, the submissive man knew how to submit to women.
Belzevelle smiled at Adolf's perfect submission, and licked his face affectionately.
The door suddenly opened, and Belzevelle looked up in surprise to see a colossal giant monster in midnight blue baroque terminator armour...
"LUKE!", Octavia squealed in sudden delight, and sprinted towards the giant, the baby still in her hands.
"Octavia my love!", The monster called back passionately in a horrific distorted daemonic voice, and moved towards Octavia as quickly as he could in his armour!
"Shit, the baby!, Give me the baby first you idiot!", Belzevelle shouted urgently.
Octavia did not even slow down, and Belzevelle cursed and sprinted after her with the legendary extreme fleet of foot of the eldar race, catching up with her about halfway and frantically snatching their baby from the arms of the stupid woman lest it be crushed in the coming collision.
Octavia continued running at Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson without the baby, and threw herself into his arms with frantic speed, almost getting injured in the resulting impact.
"I missed you so much!", Octavia exclaimed, licking Luke's terminator armour helmet all over in a frenzy of passionate excitement.
The monster eagerly removed his nightmarish helmet, revealing a savagely aroused looking brutal face, and Octavia licked the face all over obscenely like a complete whore.
The Chaos Lord instantly removed his groin plate, and impaled the naked Octavia on his penis without a moment of hesitation.
Belzevelle and Adolf politely averted their eyes as Octavia's deafening moaning filled the room, this long awaited reunion between the intimate pair was deeply personal.
Belzevelle returned to the bed holding the baby, where Adolf was embarrassedly getting dressed in the presence of this other man. Belzevelle put the baby safely down on the middle of the bed, and reluctantly put her own clothes back on as well.
It was painfully awkward for Belzevelle and Adolf as they reclined on the bed as Octavia was fucked by Luke, neither of them wanted to interrupt but they also didn't want to be here right now...
Belzevelle blushed as it just went on and on, this was just so uncomfortable.
Belzevelle opened her mouth several times to say something to Adolf, but closed it again each time without saying a word. This was embarrassing.
An aggravating length of time later the amorous pair still hadn't stopped, and Mistress Wendy entered naked accompanied by several Night Lords in standard corrupted power armour, one of whom submissively held Mistress Wendy's daemon whip Torment for her.
Mistress Wendy noticed Luke and Octavia, and wolf whistled playfully.
"Having fun you two love birds?, It's a good thing that armour just got sterilised," Mistress Wendy teased affectionately.
Luke and Octavia didn't even pause in their energetic copulation, but did turn their heads to look at Mistress Wendy for a brief moment before once more focusing their attention entirely on each other.
Mistress Wendy laughed happily and walked towards Belzevelle and Adolf on the bed, her Night Lord companions following submissively behind her.
Belzevelle got nervous at the approach of Mistress Wendy, fearing another flogging, but Mistress Wendy showed no sign of hostility on her happy beautiful face.
Belzevelle and Adolf both bowed down submissively on the bed as Mistress Wendy reached the edge of the bed.
Mistress Wendy ignored them and crawled naked on the bed over to her baby, trailing twin lines of milk all over the sheets from her eternally lactating nipples.
"Hi baby boy," Mistress Wendy cooed affectionately at her baby, scooping him up lovingly from the bed.
The baby didn't do much, just blinked slightly, and Mistress Wendy checked his diaper.
"Looks like someone did a poo," Mistress Wendy said in adorable baby talk to the baby.
"Good thing Mummy has so many submissives here to clean up the mess, yes, yes," Mistress Wendy continued in the same exaggerated baby talk.
Belzevelle and Adolf took the unsubtle hint and obediently changed the diaper together, wrinkling their noses at the smell.
Belzevelle very submissively handed the freshly cleaned and diapered baby back to Mistress Wendy, and resumed bowing before her on the bed in complete submission.
Mistress Wendy put the baby to a nipple, and gracefully stood up on the mattress and walked to the edge of the bed near the group of Night Lords. Mistress Wendy sat daintily on the edge of the bed, and gestured for the Night Lords to come close to look at the baby.
The Night Lords huddled all around the edge of the bed, the front most crouching down to let others behind them see, and all stared at the suckling baby.
"Meet our newest Night Lord boys, this adorable little cutie is my son Heinrich Luitpold Sevenson," Mistress Wendy told them softly.
"Welcome to the warband little one," the Night Lords all welcomed the newborn in unison.
Belzevelle and Adolf were still bowing in submission on the middle of the bed, and they cautiously raised from their bowing getting more comfortable as Mistress Wendy continued to ignore them.
Belzevelle's bottom still hurt terribly with horrific pain, and she gingerly lay on her stomach with her ass in the air, her chin resting on her raised palms, elbows digging into the bed.
Mistress Wendy and the Night Lords continued to obsess over the baby, fanatically interested to have a new future Sevenson Night Lord. They were already talking about one day putting a gene seed in the poor kid.
Octavia and Luke were still fucking energetically, being ignored by all the others, and Belzevelle was at a loss for something to do, wisely not crawling over to Mistress Wendy at the moment.
Belzevelle instead entertained herself by using her sharp eldar mind to piece together what was happening outside her own cloistered submissive life.
The Night Lords were here for the first time since the start of the tyranid infestation, and Mistress Wendy had dropped many hints over the vox and in general talk. Mistress Wendy had mentioned clearing the roof of rain barrels, getting the power systems back online, a sterilisation system and a Nurgle plague.
Mistress Wendy had already mentioned in passing that it was a good thing Luke's terminator armour had been sterilised, meaning that he had been recently exposed to some harmful biological agent.
All of the Night Lords' armour actually looked spotlessly clean, very unusual for these gross Night Lords, it had obviously all been sterilised today. Even Mistress Wendy's horrific grandson Sherman Sevenson was not wearing his usual skinned enemy faces on his armour or carrying any other grisly trophies, he had obviously been forced to abandon these for sterilisation safety reasons.
The lack of smells from the Night Lord power armour was a dead giveaway that they had all been completely sterilised clean this very hour.
Belzevelle looked at the extremely dim red ceiling lights, the room was still running on emergency battery power and emergency lighting, there was no sign of the building having had its power restored. Trying to piece together the puzzle.
Mistress Wendy had mentioned meeting uninfected Night Lord raptors on the roof, part of some surveillance squad that had apparently not been exposed to the same infection as the other Night Lords. Mistress Wendy had mentioned that these raptors were clearing the roof of rain water barrels and getting the roof top power generator systems online.
It did not take a genius to piece together that these raptors were the same ones that Octavia and Belzevelle had waylaid earlier.
If the other Night Lords had been infected with a plague, then they would have completely contaminated any drinking water on the roof just by landing on it, suggesting that the raptors had already cleared the barrels off the roof before they arrived, either that or the Night Lords had possibly teleported directly into the building.
Belzevelle shrugged, the minutiae of what the raptors were doing was not important. What was obvious was that the building still didn't have enough power to stop using batteries yet.
Belzevelle was not sure why the Night Lords were here, she lacked information about specifics, but she doubted that this was just a social visit to see a baby. There was some military reason for being here, Belzevelle was just not sure what exactly that reason was.
The obsession over the baby gradually subsided, and Mistress Wendy dismissed her Night Lords, telling them to "return to your duties in the top floor command centre", Belzevelle could only ponder the implications of these words.
The Night Lords left with their customary complete submissive obedience to a Sevenson woman, leaving only Luke still in the room, still feverishly fucking the moaning naked Octavia.
"Hey you two love birds, Luke has to return to duty now," Mistress Wendy loudly told the amorous pair in amusement.
Luke simply got up with Octavia still impaled on his penis, gathering his helmet and groin plate and making for the stairs with Octavia carried along for the ride.
Mistress Wendy laughed at this, and shook her head.
"Come on Luke, you can always fuck Octavia later," Mistress Wendy told him happily but firmly.
"Please Mistress Wendy, I haven't seen Luke in months, I missed him so much!", Octavia begged unhappily.
Mistress Wendy murmured unhappily, indecisive if she should press the issue.
"I'm sorry Wendy, but I just physically can't bring myself to pull out of Octavia yet, I just can't," Luke chuckled in his distorted daemonic voice.
"I will punish you severely for this when we play later," Mistress Wendy warned her brother.
"That's fair. In the meantime I am still stealing Octavia," Luke said and simply absconded with Octavia.
Mistress Wendy looked both amused and irritated, muttering darkly to herself about how hard she would punish him later. Mistress Wendy and Luke were dominant over the other in their own homes, Mistress Wendy was submissive to Luke in Luke's home, but Luke was submissive in Mistress Wendy's home, meaning that Luke was in for a world of hurt later.
Mistress Wendy turned her attention to Adolf and Belzevelle!
The pair immediately abased themselves before her on the bed, fearing her wrath. Mistress Wendy's daemon whip Torment lay on the sheets next to her where a Night Lord had helpfully left it for her.
Mistress Wendy pointed dominantly to an area of the bed right near the edge where she was sitting, and the two consorts submissively crawled over.
Mistress Wendy stroked both of their faces in turn with her free hand that wasn't holding the baby, making the pair tremble with submissive thrill.
"Looks like it's just us," Mistress Wendy said disappointedly, "our scheduled day of nonstop play time is not turning out as I had hoped, just one thing after another going wrong."
"Yes Mistress Wendy," the pair said in unison like complete sycophants.
"My brother Luke and his command squad are going to be living with us now for a while, they are setting up their military headquarters in my building and will be using the sonic weaponry on the roof as a massive announcement system to relay orders to the army," Mistress Wendy informed them.
"Ooh! So that's why they are here," Belzevelle said out loud.
Mistress Wendy looked at her with an odd look and nodded softly.
"Yes, they have little choice. The sonic weaponry has attracted almost every tyranid on the surface of the island as I anticipated, but it is so loud that the troops cannot hear orders. Most of the army is scattered throughout the wilderness, lost and confused, unable to hear any orders to let them regroup," Mistress Wendy explained.
Belzevelle tensed at this, her kabal would be easy prey to enemy attacks if they were scattered like this in the dark.
"The roof is cleared now, no thanks to you and Octavia," Mistress Wendy told Belzevelle.
"The rain water barrels are all inside, and one of the rooftop plasma generators is online and generating power in air-cooling mode. The power is enough for the sonic weaponry and a few other vital systems, but not enough for the rest of the building. More generators will be coming online over the next few days, the raptors are still working on the generators right now," Mistress Wendy informed them.
"How do they handle the noise Mistress Wendy?", Belzevelle asked carefully.
"They are devout Slaanesh worshippers, the noise is pleasure to them, blessed Slaanesh protects their ears from damage," Mistress Wendy chuckled.
"The army was nearly defeated today by a biological attack by Nurgle, hundreds of thousands of dark eldar died, the survivors mostly fled and are now lost in the dark wilderness, thinking themselves forsaken." Mistress Wendy informed them.
Belzevelle blanched in horror, her quest to save eldar souls was quickly becoming a fool's errand.
"The Night Lords have called down vast resources from orbit to set up a sterilisation base to cleanse away the Nurgle biological weapon, but they need the sonic weaponry to relay the information to the troops," Mistress Wendy explained grimly.
"Is the war lost?", Belzevelle asked cautiously.
"No, not yet, there are still paths to victory, it is just turning out to be far more difficult than the easy victory the Matriarch anticipated." Mistress Wendy reassured frankly.
Belzevelle nodded, such were the fortunes of any war, no plans ever survived contact with the enemy, things in a war inevitably didn't go to plan, war was too chaotic.
"Things could be a lot better, but they could also be a lot worse." Mistress Wendy reiterated.
Belzevelle and Adolf nodded in understanding so far.
"Look, it's a complicated mess, and half of the details don't really concern you, it is not a topic that either of you are expected to have an informed opinion on. All that you really need to know is that some of the Night Lords are staying with us for the immediate future, and that you need to stay out of their way," Mistress Wendy sighed.
"Yes Mistress Wendy," the pair agreed humbly.
"Some basic ground rules, the Night Lords will all be billeted in our bedroom here and have been given unlimited permission to enter this room for the duration of their stay. You and Octavia will NOT waylay these Night Lords to make them neglect their duties. They sleep here, they toilet here, they bathe here and eat here. This is the safest room in the building, and the only room they can fully safely remove any part of their armour," Mistress Wendy said firmly.
"What about Luke right now with Octavia..." Adolf began.
Mistress Wendy sighed.
"Luke is a very naughty boy who will be punished severely later tonight", Mistress Wendy said.
"Erm, Mistress Wendy, when you say that the Night Lords will sleep here, you don't mean that they will sleep in our bed, right?", Adolf asked awkwardly.
"Are you afraid of being cuckolded by the entire command squad?", Mistress Wendy asked him.
"Yes Mistress Wendy, that is exactly what I am afraid of," Adolf admitted vulnerably.
"Your fears are well founded, you are going to be made to watch for hours as we girls have endless play time with the Night Lords, your dick will be forced to remain limp as you impotently watch much stronger men lay with your lovers," Mistress Wendy said with sadistic sweetness.
Adolf groaned in misery.
"The Night Lords will all be sleeping naked in our bed," Mistress Wendy added with a loving smile at Adolf.
"I don't like that Mistress Wendy," Adolf humbly protested.
"That's why I am doing it, I enjoy your suffering my love, I am after all a colossal sadist in case you forgot," Mistress Wendy purred sweetly.
Adolf moaned in self pity.
"Speaking of sadism, let's play a fun torture game, involving Adolf's penis, a drinking straw, and a bottle of grapefruit juice," Mistress Wendy said with gleeful sadism, making Adolf's face go grey with horror.
Belzevelle smiled delightedly as she was handed the baby, and Belzevelle got to watch a deliciously fun sadistic show.
Belzevelle's grin broadened as the tortured screaming started, this would be so fun to watch...
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