Chapter 133(Orphan)
All was violence and mayhem in the underground hive city of Muntilliko Island, (Muntilliko means "benighted" or "overtaken with darkness" in the Awaba language of Australian Aboriginals in case any readers were curious about the name), with Slaanesh worshipping forces battling vicious tyranids in brutal fighting.
The Sevenson Night Lords and their Chaos Space Marine allies of other legions had carved out a huge branching web of supply line tunnels, increasing their reach and mobility with each new tunnel taken, and the many strands of this massive 3 dimensional web were steadily connecting together, cutting much of the enemy territory into many small isolated fragments.
The war was not over, but the Slaanesh forces now had the upper hand, keeping many of the tyranids divided and cut off from supplies or reinforcements. A few parts of the underground city were still firmly held by tyranids, with no tunnels penetrating these strong holds, but the majority of the city was riddled with Slaanesh held tunnels worming deep into the tyranid positions.
In the Nurgle district of Covfefe, Sevenson Night Lord Dreadnoughts were going berserk fighting not only tyranids but also hostile daemons of Nurgle. The stupid tyranids were in turn fighting both the dreadnoughts and the daemons of Nurgle, the hormagaunts and rippers relying on instinctive behaviour and not realising that the Nurgle daemons were their allies, and the entire district was a colossal blood bath.
Gemma Sevenson the exalted Dreadnought Dominatrix was cursing with fear and anger in her armoured glass "Pope box" on top of a rhino transport, as hormagaunts and plague bearer daemons alike pounded the thick armoured glass of her Pope box, trying to get in!
"Protect me you naughty boys!", Gemma screamed frantically, as claws and blades cut lines in the protective glass.
"Yes Mistress Gemma!", a chorus of dreadnoughts roared insanely.
Huge power scourges belted away the enemies off the top of the rhino, narrowly missing the glass of the Pope box and sending roasted chunks of enemies flying away through the air.
Gemma sighed in relief.
"Keep attacking the tyranids and Nurgle daemons!", Gemma snapped imperiously at her squad of submissive dreadnoughts.
"Yes Mistress Gemma!", the dreadnoughts roared insanely, continuing their horrific violence.
Gemma fell back against the glass of her Pope box as the rhino suddenly accelerated to remain close to the dreadnoughts, and Gemma cursed angrily, resenting the indignity of this stupid Pope box!
Unfortunately for Gemma, her insane dreadnoughts needed to be able to see her to keep them in line, her words over a vox were not enough. She had to keep her face uncovered for them to see her reassuring haughty severe face, she couldn't wear a mask and even wearing armour upset the insane dreadnoughts, as they didn't recognise her if she looked different.
Gemma had to always look the same, wear the same white leather dominatrix outfit, keep her hair the same style, she couldn't even change her makeup without upsetting her dreadnoughts. The helbrutes were like autistic children, they hated change, especially any changes to their beloved dominatrix Gemma. It was very tiring for Gemma's fashion sense and life in general, but it was necessary to keep the dreadnoughts as calm and obedient as possible.
Walking around this current battlefield in just skimpy dominatrix leathers without even a mask on was suicidal, so the sealed armoured glass Pope box on top of the rhino was unfortunately necessary for the dreadnoughts to see their precious Mistress Gemma so she could control them.
"Collin, attack those Nurgle daemons on your left!", Gemma commanded bossily.
"Yes Mistress Gemma!", Colin the helbrute roared insanely, attacking the ordered target squad of plague bearers in a berserk frenzy.
"Elliot, attack the hormagaunts twenty meters to your right!", Gemma ordered another helbrute strictly.
"Yes Mistress Gemma!", Elliot the helbrute screamed like a lunatic and barrelled into the dismayed hormagaunts like a metal gorilla.
Gemma bared her teeth sadistically as she directed her submissive dreadnought boys in battle, bossing them around to attack specific targets exactly like an officer ordering troops.
Twelve helbrutes were currently hers to command on this urban battlefield, and the enemy forces were being slaughtered.
Gemma turned around in her Pope box, pointing imperiously at dreadnoughts behind the rhino.
"Keep a tight circle formation around me, protect me from the enemies you naughty boys!", Gemma snapped at some dreadnoughts that were breaking formation around her rhino.
Gemma's rhino continued to push into Covfefe, surrounded on all sides by a protective ring of helbrutes, leaving carnage in their wake.
Other Slaanesh forces were following a respectful distance away behind, securing the captured ground as Gemma's helbrutes drove a wedge deep into this completely surrounded pocket of enemy resistance.
"Fucking Nurgle daemons!", Gemma cursed as a hostile Great Unclean One waddled towards the dreadnoughts!
The greater daemon of Nurgle was huge and foul, disgustingly fat like a giant ball shape of horribly infected nasty dirty skin, sagging man-tits with festering ulcers under every flap of sagging fat skin, utterly gross!
The Pope box was completely airtight with bio weapons grade hermetic protections, so that Gemma couldn't smell the foul thing, but just from the sight of it it must stink to high hell!
Gemma vomited involuntarily at the mere sight of the putrid fat daemon, it was just so fucking gross, like one of those fedora wearing fat creeps crossed with every gross skin condition in the universe!
Gemma wailed with nausea as she spat her vomit on the floor of her Pope box, filling the confined space with the stench of her puke.
The fat sack of shit that was the Great Unclean One laughed merrily, and flicked off several hormagaunts crawling all over him trying to attack him.
"Grandfather Nurgle grants the gift of nausea to all", the Great Unclean One chuckled fondly, looking directly at the vomiting Gemma.
Gemma tried to order her helbrutes to attack, but her nausea was too great to even speak!
The Great Unclean One laughed as the helbrutes just stood stupidly waiting for orders, and he waddled closer.
Gemma tried to speak, tried to say something, anything, but her throat filled with more puke from the nasty sight of the ugly ass daemon!
Oh Slaanesh the filthy sack of bloated sickness was getting closer now!
"Kill the daemon!", Gemma managed to choke through her vomit, pointing urgently at the foul thing that was almost upon them.
"Yes Mistress Gemma!", the helbrutes roared, and charged at the huge fat thing.
Power scourges and lightning claws and other terrible weapons ripped into the thick bulk of the Great Unclean One, but it was so fucking fat that these weapons couldn't penetrate into the vital organs beneath all this blubber, the daemon unharmed!
The Great Unclean One laughed and swung his huge rusty sword, cutting one of the helbrutes in half!
The entire squad of surviving helbrutes ripped into the Great Unclean One with berserk fury, tearing away huge chunks of revolting rotten fat, but the daemon still didn't die!
The Great Unclean One suddenly bowled over the helbrutes and rammed his huge rotten belly into the side of Gemma's rhino!
Gemma screamed as the rhino was knocked over on it's side, sending Gemma bouncing all around painfully inside her hard Pope box!
The helbrutes roared with rage to see Gemma being attacked, but Gemma couldn't see anything, stunned in a ball in the top of the knocked over Pope box, all of the earlier vomit running down the glass to pool against her body!
Gemma could hear terrible violence and fighting, her mind swimming from a concussion, but she couldn't tell who was winning the fight.
A horrible gagging sound filled the air with sickening noise, and suddenly the VILEST puke Gemma had ever seen sprayed across her rhino and Pope box, completely covering the glass so that she couldn't see a thing!
The glass was hissing terribly, getting hot as horrible acids in the puke burned it, the puke was bubbling violently against the glass!
Gemma screamed as she was almost cooked by the heat inside her confined Pope box, she was dying!
Magenta light suddenly engulfed Gemma in an emergency teleportation, filling her with orgasmic pain, and she materialised inside a dark teleportarium, laying on the floor in the fetal position.
The clack of metal high heels on a hard surface soon sounded, and Gemma looked up weakly to see Wendy Sevenson glaring down at her.
"You just cost me seven hours worth of battery storage power to teleport you to safety Bitch," Wendy told Gemma severely.
"I'm sorry Mistress Wendy!", Gemma whimpered fearfully, afraid of getting a beating from the mean nasty horrifying woman.
Wendy reached down, twisted Gemma's ear painfully, and tugged up on the twisted ear, forcing Gemma to scramble to her feet to protect her poor ear!
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson forced Gemma's terrified face to hold still a mere inch in front of Wendy's severe face, and Gemma whimpered in fear, so terribly afraid of the Matriarch's personal champion.
"It wasn't my fault Mistress Wendy!", Gemma pleaded fearfully, feeling so terribly bullied.
"It's NEVER your fault, is it?, You never accept responsibility for anything you arrogant bitch", Wendy growled in Gemma's terrified face.
"I am innocent Mistress Wendy, I was about to die in battle, I didn't even initiate the teleport, the emergency system engaged automatically Mistress Wendy", Gemma pleaded her innocence to the terrible bully.
"I don't like you," Wendy told Gemma coldly, ignoring Gemma's explanation.
Gemma whimpered but said nothing, terrified of provoking Wendy's wrath.
Wendy sighed, and let go of Gemma's ear.
"I don't like having you in my home, get your selfish ass out of here and get back to Covfefe before those dreadnoughts go mental," Wendy ordered Gemma coldly.
"Yes Mistress Wendy", Gemma agreed gratefully and turned to leave.
Wendy's steel tipped high heeled boot kicked Gemma hard in the ass with agonising force to speed her on her way, and Gemma fled clutching her bottom in dismay!
Wendy hated poor innocent Gemma for some reason and was always SO mean to her!
***…
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson watched hatefully as that arrogant bitch Gemma fled away clutching her kicked bottom, resenting the waste of power to teleport her to safety when Wendy had so little electricity to spare. It looked like the poor tickle slaves would get washed with cold water instead of warm water today thanks to this power drain.
The building had many rooftop plasma generators online now, and they had finally stored up enough of this power in the battery banks to get back some of the creature comforts in the building. But now Gemma had blown 7 entire hours worth of power in an automatic emergency teleport, disappointing everyone in the building!
Wendy growled angrily with rage, hating Gemma with a passion.
Almost every time Wendy saw that woman, something bad happened. She was like a piece of shit stuck to the bottom of your shoe, something that caused only displeasure, never pleasant to be around.
Today with the power drain would be easily forgiven if this was the first time that Gemma had pissed Wendy off, but Gemma had been pissing off Wendy for over a hundred years, sometimes in spectacular ways.
The woman had personally cost Wendy a fortune, millions of script, *billions* if you included compound interest repayments, in a series of events that had utterly infuriated Wendy. The woman was a catalyst for trouble, and wasn't even humble enough to be truly sorry, merely feeling sorry for HERSELF when Wendy gave her well deserved punishments for the trouble she caused!
Wendy couldn't stand self pity from people getting punishments they deserved, she expected people to be humble enough to admit when they were wrong and accept punishments with good grace. Gemma had never in her life been humble, except for selfish fear of physical pain, and had never admitted that she was wrong about anything, always seeing herself as the innocent victim even when she was completely in the wrong.
Wendy herself had many faults, but Wendy was at least mature and humble enough to admit to her faults and be sincerely sorry when she was in the wrong. Wendy accepted her own punishments from superiors with perfect submission and humility, accepting her punishments as just, accepting that she deserved her punishments, not just feeling sorry for herself like some innocent victim when she was in the wrong. This was what it meant to be an adult. Gemma was over 100 years old, but had yet to learn the most basic personal responsibility, and it utterly infuriated Wendy.
It was also a long history between the pair of them, when you were as old as Wendy you could build up quite a massive personal history, to the point that it was difficult to even describe. Wendy had tried to explain her entire vendetta against Gemma to her husband Adolf, but the story of events had been so long that Adolf had simply gotten confused.
Suffice to say that Gemma Sevenson had been infuriating Wendy Sevenson for over a hundred years with her actions and attitude, wasn't even truly sorry, and Wendy deeply despised the woman.
Wendy sighed, regaining her composure by force of will, and moved to the stairs, not using the elevator thanks to Gemma wasting so much power with an emergency teleportation.
Wendy elegantly descended down the stairs, returning straight to her bedroom after the unexpected teleportation of Gemma.
Wendy entered her huge bedroom a few minutes later, sauntering back to her work desk in her bedroom, still on duty and currently working from home on tedious civilian administration paperwork.
Wendy's job when she wasn't captaining the Nightmare Asylum was described by her husband as "spectacularly dull", never ending paper pushing that was vital but so tedious that few other (competent) people wanted the job. Wendy was jokingly called "the Matriarch's admin chick", the bureaucrat behind the scenes that organised all the shit so that more exciting things had the necessary logistics to actually work.
Wendy got a maniacal joy from the tedious paper pushing grox shit of her job, an administration nerd with a strange fascination with tedious paperwork. People meeting Wendy for the first time were often surprised by this extremely nerdy interest of hers, even though she was openly an administrative chaos Champion, people just saw a kinky dominatrix and tried to label her into a category.
Wendy had actually started out as a nerdy lesbian submissive over 300 years ago, a studious bookworm who enjoyed being submissive during sex. Wendy had been such an inoffensive little thing centuries ago, head buried in a book, studiously completing a series of masters degrees in administration related subjects, dating dominatrix girlfriends in her private life but not being kinky in public.
She had been a shy, softly spoken nerdy lesbian, dressed modestly and never drawing attention to herself. She had worshipped Slaanesh deeply of course, but had kept her kinky antics extremely private.
But 300 years was a long time, and you could change a lot in so many years. Wendy had been gradually transformed into her glorious confident highly sadistic self over long years, no longer just a quiet inoffensive young nerdy lesbian. But her inner nerd had remained somewhere deep inside her, and was still pedantically interested in administrative minutiae that would drive other people to tears of boredom.
Wendy had a layered personality from her long years of experience, with what felt like completely different people layered through her memory, as Wendy herself changed over time the way people do, but Wendy could still tap into these old layers as needed, not ever really losing anything.
Wendy happily walked straight over to her work desk, ready to get to work, ignoring all of the distractions around her. Wendy sat down in front of a cogitator and immediately got to work on her nightmarishly tedious job.
Wendy had barely been sitting for a minute when her husband Adolf walked over…
Wendy gifted him with a smile but didn't let herself get distracted, not pausing in her work.
She felt Adolf stand behind her and begin to massage her bare shoulders, left bare by her shoulder-less maternity corset.
Wendy groaned in genuine pleasure as his thumbs massaged the non-daemonic human muscles that were shown to the outside by her geometric warping ability. (Beneath this geometric warping Wendy resembled an ape-like half daemonic creature of massive size, neither feminine nor sexy at all, like one of those really gross possessed chaos space marines with huge disgusting limbs. Thankfully Slaanesh preferred his chosen ones and champions to look pretty, especially the women, so took measures to hide such ugly gifts from view).
Wendy pressed her human shoulder muscles gently back into her husband's thumbs, enjoying the lovely pleasant massage.
Her husband just kept massaging her shoulders without speaking, and Wendy happily continued working as he pampered her.
One of the hands then dropped down to grab one of her massive leather clad breasts…
Wendy tolerated this, Adolf was her husband after all, and Adolf dropped his other hand down as well, cupping and lifting and jiggling her milk-swollen leather clad breasts, making her lactate worse than ever in her milk collection nipple cups.
Adolf pulled up a chair right behind her own chair, and sat cupping her boobs from behind, making her wetter and wetter from the effects of Adolf's daemon ring "The Chaste Submissive Husband".
Adolf moved her hair out of the way and began to kiss up and down the side of her neck as he cupped and jiggled her boobs!
Wendy gasped out a soft little moan, becoming flustered, and turned her head to passionately kiss her husband, totally distracted by him.
Wendy closed her eyes in bliss as she kissed her husband, and she felt his hand play over her labia where the G string "flossed" her pussy.
Wendy flinched back.
"No Adolf, you said your safe word, you have lost sex privileges", Wendy said firmly.
"My dick is already trapped limp by my ring Mistress Wendy, I just want to give you an orgasm, I don't need one myself", Adolf said romantically.
"That's so sweet", Wendy said tenderly, genuinely touched.
Adolf's fingers hesitantly touched her pussy again.
Wendy resisted him again.
"No Adolf, you said your safe word. You have lost ALL sex privileges until tomorrow, even just giving me selfless pleasure is forbidden", Wendy informed him sternly, despite her aching desire.
Adolf obediently removed his wayward hand, returning to cupping her breasts and kissing her lips.
Wendy tolerated this, but broke the kiss and returned to her work.
Adolf kissed the side of her neck up and down, driving her crazy with lust!
Wendy squirmed slightly as her breasts were fondled and her neck was kissed, wetness weeping over her G string. The daemon rings made Adolf seem almost as sexy as Octavia to Wendy's perception, and he turned her on so terribly!
Wendy just kept working, enjoying her holy lust in offering to Slaanesh as she worked, greatly enjoying what her husband was doing to her. Wendy moaned and groaned softly, fountaining wet, that felt SO good.
Adolf's thumbs dug into the sides of her boobs near her armpits, and Wendy exploded with ticklish laughter!
Wendy did not flinch or move, continuing to work with jaded Slaaneshi excess for a few moments, but then used her daemon ring to force Adolf to stop tickling her.
"No Adolf, you said your safe word. If we can't tickle you then you can't tickle us, it's only fair," Wendy told him firmly.
"Yes Mistress Wendy", Adolf agreed submissively and returned to playing with her boobs in less ticklish ways.
Wendy groaned as he licked the side of her neck, tingling all over with lust.
Wendy enjoyed this lovely treatment as she worked in silence at the cogitator, feeling very comfortable.
For a few wonderful minutes it continued, then Adolf's hands slipped down her open cleavage, under the tight leather to twiddle her heavily lactating nipples!
"You are going to get milk everywhere", Wendy moaned in halfhearted protest, greatly pleasured by her nipple stimulation.
Adolf didn't stop, softly pinching and rubbing and fondling her milk soaked nipples.
Wendy groaned, so turned on.
"What is it with men and boobs?", Wendy sighed in halfhearted protest.
"I just like playing with them", Adolf admitted honestly.
"You are limp from your ring, why are you doing this, you can't get aroused?", Wendy asked him curiously.
"I just like playing with your body Mistress Wendy, even if I don't want sex. You have a beautiful body and I enjoy touching it, it's more than just sex", Adolf explained calmly.
"I enjoy what you are doing, but you are going to get milk everywhere. Please get your hands out of my clothing", Wendy requested.
"Yes Mistress Wendy", Adolf said, carefully pulling out his hands and kissing her cheek affectionately.
Wendy smiled at the kiss to her cheek, and used a cloth napkin stored in her cleavage to clean up the slight mess of milk Adolf's hands had caused to escape from her nipple cups.
Adolf was relentless in cupping and kissing and fondling her body from behind as she worked, and she was starting to get very distracted by his antics.
"I appreciate your affections but you are distracting me from my work", Wendy told him patiently.
Adolf returned his hands to just massaging her shoulders and stopped kissing her in various places, and Wendy reluctantly tolerated this, focusing on her work.
Adolf's thumbs probed wonderfully into her muscles, massaging away little knots of tension, and she sighed in contentment.
Wendy just focused on her work, not getting distracted by her husband. The baby was currently being lovingly fussed over by Belzevelle, and Octavia was still downstairs in the 6th floor tickle slave dungeon playing with her daemon feather Titillation.
Wendy was not used to being bothered by Adolf when she was working, his recent decision to start using his safe word every day was making things weird. Usually Wendy's submissive consorts were too busy playing with each other to bother Wendy when she was busy, the consorts all fucking or torturing each other in between taking turns of minding the baby. But Adolf using his safe word had upset this usual order.
By using his safe word, Adolf revoked all consent for an entire day, that was how safe words worked in the dynamic of Wendy and her consorts. Adolf could not be tortured in any way, could not be tied up, and could not be fucked in any way, all consent was considered revoked until tomorrow and any such act on him would be considered rape.
But this safe word came with a price of losing all sex privileges for the entire day, anyone who said the safe word was forbidden from having sex with Wendy or her other consorts for the entire day. They also couldn't tie up or torture Wendy or her other consorts, you didn't get to protect yourself with a safe word but keep inflicting on others what you yourself had chickened out of.
The basic rule was, "if you consent then we consent", and conversely "if you don't consent then we don't consent". It was extremely straightforward and not at all complicated.
The safe word cut off all sex and bondage and torture, but it didn't remove more innocent forms of affection like kissing and massaging. Boob fondling was right on the line of what was allowable after saying the safe word, and it was up to the woman in question to decide if she agreed to have her boobs fondled by someone who said the safe word.
Even though he had said his safe word, Adolf was still her husband, and he got to express physical affection to Wendy like kissing her or even licking her neck if she allowed it. They might have a BDSM relationship dynamic, but they were still a romantic couple and did stuff like kissing and cuddling the same as any couple did.
Wendy sighed in deep comfort as he kept massaging her shoulders and upper back, it felt wonderful.
Wendy was slightly annoyed with Adolf for using his safe word, but she didn't resent him for it. Adolf was entitled to have a safe word to make the sex consensual, he wasn't a total power exchange person like Augusta was to Liling, or like the fetish choir tickle slaves who had willingly signed permanent consent forms to be tickled to death with zero power. Adolf had wanted a safe word just like Octavia had, and he was perfectly entitled to this basic right.
Adolf was now kissing Wendy's back as he massaged her.
Wendy turned around to look at him.
Adolf kissed her on the lips immediately.
Wendy wanted to slap him, but reminded herself that he had said his safe word so she couldn't slap him around!
"I love you so much Mistress Wendy", Adolf said tenderly, holding her cheek lovingly.
"I love you too you silly man", Wendy sighed.
"This is nice having you so gentle, not hitting me or tickling me or beating me, I absolutely love this, just being a normal couple Mistress Wendy", Adolf said fondly.
"A "normal" couple?", Wendy repeated with slight irritation.
"Well yeah, I am so submissive to you all the time, it's a nice change just to kiss you and cuddle you and not be afraid of punishment", Adolf said happily.
Wendy paused at this.
"You really want me to be some gentle little wife like all those boring couples?", Wendy asked him seriously.
"I don't want you to change who you are Mistress Wendy, I know that BDSM is your entire life. I am just saying that it is nice to occasionally have a change for a while", Adolf explained diplomatically.
Wendy could smell lies and saw right through this diplomatic way of speaking.
"You want to be in a boring vanilla relationship of just normal sex with me", Wendy said with certainty.
"Yes, I guess that I do", Adolf admitted.
"Sorry Adolf, I'm just not that sort of girl", Wendy chuckled sadistically.
"I know you are not Mistress Wendy, I am just having a private fantasy about you being gentle to me", Adolf chuckled.
Wendy smiled.
"If it's a sexual fantasy then of course I can play along, not all the time, but as a rare treat", Wendy said happily.
Adolf's eyes widened in delight and astonishment.
"You really mean it Mistress Wendy!?", Adolf exclaimed hopefully.
"Sure, I am always happy to do sexual role play fantasy games, what did you have in mind?", Wendy encouraged, completely ignoring her work for the moment.
Adolf got really excited.
"Could you and Octavia and Belzevelle wear conservative imperial dresses, just look normal rather than kinky?", Adolf began.
Wendy nodded that this was fine.
"And could we use a much smaller bed, like set up a tiny part of the room to be our own pretend house back on Temperis, with furniture set up like a small home. And we could all be in the pretend house and pretend we are all imperial citizens," Adolf requested feverishly.
Wendy laughed at his adorable excitement and nodded in agreement that this was fine.
"And then we could all start kissing and I could take you all to the bed, make the bed just big enough for four people. Then I could slowly undress you and Octavia and Belzevelle, and have completely normal sex with all of you without any bondage or suffering or kinks, just sex and normal foreplay and kissing and stuff," Adolf finished excitedly.
"That can certainly be arranged, I am happy to indulge your sexual fantasy", Wendy lovingly encouraged him.
"Thank you thank you thank you Mistress Wendy!", Adolf exclaimed with feverish excitement, even with his dick limp this was clearly such a huge fantasy for him that he was excited.
Wendy hugged her adorably excited husband happily, happy to indulge his fantasy.
"It's not too boring is it?", Adolf added self consciously.
"Slaanesh worshippers never kink shame, all kinks are equally valid", Wendy said immediately as a religious creed.
"Is it a kink though?", Adolf asked.
"In our heavy BDSM group relationship, just having intercourse without bondage or torture is very "kinky", as "normal" is relative to the relationship in question. For us BDSM is normal, so simple sex without it becomes new and kinky for us", Wendy explained seriously.
"That's really deep", Adolf chuckled fondly.
"It's true though, this is a sexual fantasy for a reason", Wendy laughed happily.
"Can we do it tonight?", Adolf asked hopefully.
"You said your safe word", Wendy reminded him.
"Aw crap", Adolf lamented.
"We can still rehearse the game tonight and do it properly tomorrow", Wendy offered.
"Yes yes yes!", Adolf said with feverish excitement.
Wendy smiled happily, and reluctantly returned to her work as Adolf talked excitedly.
***…
Wendy couldn't help smiling that night after work as she stood in the curtained off "set" area of Adolf's sexual fantasy, she felt like she was rehearsing for some low budget porno right now.
The set was a modest sized area of floor, walled in by curtains crudely hung from bondage attachment rings in the ceiling, and set up with modest and wholesome furniture that Adolf had carefully selected and arranged to look like an imperial hab-block apartment.
Adolf had spent hours setting this up and picking out clothes for the women to wear, and was WAY too into this for this to be a new passing fancy. Adolf had clearly been fantasising about this for quite some time before now, and had tried to set up this set to best match the secret fantasy in his head.
Wendy was dressed in a milk soaked checkered red and white sun dress with a conservatively long skirt and minimal cleavage, with a boring white imperial bra and panties on beneath. She wore modest flat black shoes and white socks, and even wore a huge stupid white hat like an imperial woman off to church. Her mark of Slaanesh was hidden with make up and her usual heavy make up was toned right down to look more conservative.
Wendy wasn't wearing her maternity corset or any other dominatrix gear right now, and couldn't manage her excess flow of milk without it, which was causing some frustration to Adolf's fantasy. Wendy's milk swollen breasts barely fitted inside her dress and bra anyway, the milk swelling had made her go up in cup size so that even the clothes she had worn to Temperis no longer fitted her properly. The clothes barely fitted and looked too small, but Wendy could at least squeeze herself inside them with effort.
Belzevelle and Octavia were likewise stuffed into similar imperial clothing. Wendy had had to use Octavia's daemon ring to shrink down her breasts to be small enough to even fit in her clothes at all, and only Belzevelle had small enough breasts to fit in the clothes without any problems.
Belzevelle looked deeply amused in her cute modest dress and giant hat, and Octavia looked cheerful but confused about what exactly she was supposed to be doing, in her own modest dress and ridiculously huge church hat.
Adolf was energetically fussing over the girls and the set, slightly adjusting the furniture and getting the girls to stand in slightly different places like an obsessive film director. It was absolutely adorable.
Adolf took Wendy's arm and directed her to move slightly to the right, and then fussed over the huge milk patch soaking the front of her dress.
Wendy chuckled but said nothing, knowing how important it was to get a sexual fantasy just right. Slaanesh himself greatly approved of Adolf's current attitude towards generating lust in himself, and Wendy was religiously obliged to do nothing to discourage her husband in this sexual fantasy endeavour.
"I could try taping discreet milk collectors over my nipples?", Wendy suggested.
"Isn't there some drug you could take to stop the milk Mistress Wendy?", Adolf asked irritably, really getting overly invested into this.
"I need the milk to suckle our baby Heinrich, taking drugs like that might dry up my flow completely", Wendy explained apologetically.
"Can you drain the milk just before we start?", Adolf suggested unhappily.
"I could try, but they would bleed everywhere and weep blood, just like that time when the sonic weapons squeezed them dry. Draining enough milk to pause the flow causes massive trauma, unless…", Wendy trailed off.
"Unless what?", Adolf asked.
"Do you remember that porno that made you puke, where they used a machine to deform that Asian woman's nipple, and stretched open the milk canal so wide that that Asian man could fit the head of his dick down her milk hole and literally fucked her nipple?", Wendy asked.
(Author's note, this porno actually exists, I had to turn it off before I puked, a friend of mine showed it to his brother and his brother physically threw up watching it. I personally don't recommend googling it. In case you are wondering the inside of a stretched open milk duct looks like really fucked up human fat, that video is nightmare fuel.)
Adolf flinched back in horror and nausea.
"That might be able to empty me out if you stretched my nipple open like that to really let all the milk out super fast", Wendy offered with a playful smile.
Adolf excused himself and left the set to vomit in a toilet from the memory. Wendy smiled mischievously.
Adolf returned a few minutes later, having cleaned himself up after vomiting.
"No", Adolf said simply in answer to Wendy's earlier suggestion.
"Just forget about the milk, you can lactate, just wear this shiny black dress tomorrow, it will hide the appearance of the wet patches. And wear black underwear too," Adolf added before Wendy could make any more disturbing suggestions.
"Yes husband", Wendy said agreeably.
Adolf repositioned all the girls a few more times and started taking photos to record the exact positions he wanted everyone to be in at the start of his fantasy.
"This is getting ridiculous", Belzevelle said quietly but was ignored.
"Ok the positions and furniture looks good, I need to increase the lighting a bit", Adolf said, and adjusted various lamps in the set to be as bright as Wendy could stand.
"Ok, the lighting is good", Adolf said, taking more photos and recording all the lamp settings.
"Is this a porno or something?", Belzevelle asked with a laugh.
"I will be recording this, yes", Adolf admitted shyly, pointing to a hidden camera between the curtains.
Belzevelle laughed uproariously, making Adolf blush.
"It's fine, this is just a private sex recording, it won't be sold publicly", Wendy reassured Belzevelle.
"I honestly wouldn't care if you shared it so long as I look good", Belzevelle shrugged vainly.
"Now let's talk about your dialogue", Adolf began.
Belzevelle, Wendy, and even Octavia laughed at this. Adolf was being absolutely adorable.
Adolf ignored the laughter and handed out actual printed scripts with lines for the women to say!
"Please stop laughing, this is important to me", Adolf complained when the three women burst out laughing even harder than before.
Wendy and the others looked at the scripts still giggling, and Wendy speed read the entire thing in a minute, noting every spelling mistake and grammatical error in the poorly written script. Belzevelle was even faster at reading the entire thing, just leaving Octavia to go.
"I can't read this", Octavia admitted after an embarrassing length of time not even getting past the first page, the low IQ barely literate Iron Age tribal woman not exactly known for her academic prowess. (It didn't require much brains or education to be a slave who got tickled and fucked and did occasional menial chores).
Belzevelle laughed, Wendy deliberately stopped herself from laughing, and Adolf sighed in exasperation.
"It's a very easy script, you can probably just improvise your lines in the dialogue", Adolf told Octavia with obvious deliberate patience.
"What is the setting of this porno again?", Octavia asked in confusion.
"It's not a porno…", Adolf began.
"It totally is," Belzevelle and Wendy interrupted in unison.
"(Sigh), FINE, it's a porno, but it's important to me", Adolf sighed seriously.
"So what's the setting of this porno?", Octavia asked again.
"It's very simple, we are all emperor worshipping imperial citizens, I am the husband, you three are my wives, this set here is our home on an imperial planet", Adolf explained.
"Belzevelle is an Eldar", Octavia pointed out.
"In this porno we are pretending that Belzevelle is human", Adolf explained patiently.
"So you have three wives at the same time?", Octavia clarified.
Adolf nodded.
"Do we have any children?", Octavia asked.
"That's really not important to the fantasy, for simplicity's sake we don't have any children as characters in this porno", Adolf explained with a sigh.
"Where is our baby anyway?", Octavia asked distractedly.
"His Uncle Luke is minding him over there on our bed", Wendy explained, pointing through a gap in the curtains.
"Please focus, this is really important to me", Adolf begged them.
"Ok, so we are imperial citizens, we are all your wives, this is our home?", Octavia recounted accurately enough.
Adolf nodded approvingly.
"The fantasy starts with just usual talking about our boringly normal life in the imperium, the dialogue turns to sex, then I start kissing all of you, we move to the bed, then I slowly undress all of you. Then I have sex with all three of you one by one, you will all kiss me all over my face as I have sex with each of you. I will also play with your boobs", Adolf explained excitedly.
"Is that all?", Octavia asked disappointedly.
"Can we at least have lesbian sex with each other as we wait our turns?", Belzevelle asked.
"No, no lesbian sex, the sex is focused on me", Adolf explained.
"That's so selfish", Belzevelle teased playfully.
"It's just my fantasy, fantasies are allowed to focus just on one person", Adolf said defensively.
"It's completely fine, you get to indulge your fantasy, it's a nice change for you to plan some sexual play Adolf, this has never happened before", Wendy encouraged dominantly.
"Yes Mistress Wendy", Belzevelle and Octavia agreed submissively.
"So the dialogue is important for the fantasy?", Octavia asked.
"Yes, otherwise it's just us all having sex. I want to set the fantasy that we are different people in a different place, the dialogue sets the scene for me", Adolf insisted.
Adolf was clearly getting frustrated now with every additional delay, so Wendy ordered Belzevelle and Octavia to stop interrupting and just do as Adolf told them.
"Ok I will start", Adolf said, moving to part of one of the curtain walls.
Adolf then pretended to enter the set and closed an imaginary door behind him.
"Wives, I am home from work", Adolf said his lines.
"Praise the Emperor, you are home husband", Wendy said her poorly written line with amusement.
"You are suck a good povider", Belzevelle said, deliberately reading the spelling mistakes playfully.
Octavia then blinked as everyone looked at her to say a line.
"Um?, Welcome home husband?, Did you shovel out all the manure like you promised?", Octavia improvised.
"Manure?, What manure?", Adolf asked in genuine confusion, no longer following his lines.
"The manure in the grox pen, it's almost time to manure the crop fields, please don't tell me you didn't do it", Octavia improvised with surprising talent.
"That's really good!", Belzevelle giggled quietly.
"Wait, why do I have crop fields and a grox pen full of manure to shovel?", Adolf asked in genuine confusion.
"Because you are an imperial citizen and a husband of three wives, you obviously have a big farm in your village lands to support three wives", Octavia explained.
"Wait, you think I am a farmer in a village?", Adolf asked incredulously.
"You are an imperial citizen, when I was an imperial citizen I lived in the village of my tribe and we farmed crops and reared grox in wooden pens. The men who had more than one wife worked extremely hard farming to feed so many wives", Octavia explained reasonably.
Adolf blinked in astonishment.
"It's not my fantasy to be a feral Iron Age peasant farmer!", Adolf lamented in exasperation, burying his face in his hands.
"You know that we tribals really HATE being called "feral", that's so rude. We were actually very civilised", Octavia complained.
Wendy and Belzevelle burst out laughing, this entire exchange was both hilarious and strangely wonderful.
"Well husband?, DID you shovel the manure out of the grox pen?", Belzevelle asked mischievously, playing into Octavia's version of this setting.
"I don't get turned on thinking about shovelling manure, this is ruining the fantasy", Adolf complained unhappily, clearly having put a lot of work into this porn rehearsal.
"How do you even keep a grox in a wooden pen?, Wouldn't the grox eat through the wood?", Belzevelle asked Octavia curiously.
"You use long iron nails made by your local blacksmith and hammer them through the wood, the sharp bits of the nails stick out of the wood and stab the grox in the mouth if he tries to bite the wood of the pen", Octavia explained.
Adolf cleared his throat impatiently to stop the girls going off on a conversation tangent about Iron Age grox farming.
Wendy controlled her wayward female submissives, and restored decorum to this ridiculous situation, fighting very hard to stop herself laughing.
Adolf reset the scene, going to pains to explain to Octavia that this was set in a hive city not in her own Iron Age village, and they began again.
"Wives, I am home from work", Adolf once again said his lines.
"Praise the Emperor, you are home husband", Wendy said her lines as calmly and seriously as she could.
"You are suck a good povider", Belzevelle again deliberately said the spelling mistakes.
"Yes, what she said", Octavia hedged.
Adolf walked theatrically into the set, kissing all three women on the lips one by one.
"It is so good coming home from work at the lasgun factory to my three beautiful wives", Adolf said his lines.
"We have just got home ourselves, we went to church to pray to the Emperor and thank him for our handsome husband who has a gigantic penis", Wendy said her line, fighting with all her strength not to burst out laughing.
"Yes, at church we burned a mutant at the stake", Octavia improvised.
"Golden Throne Octavia!, Stop ruining this!", Adolf exclaimed in painful frustration.
Wendy and Belzevelle burst out laughing, barely able to breathe.
It took three more attempts to even get through all the dialogue without Octavia comically derailing the rehearsal, and Adolf made them practice the lines twenty additional times in a row just to make sure, until even Octavia was saying the right sort of things to fit Adolf's fantasy.
They then moved to the fun part of the rehearsal, and Wendy reminded Adolf that he had said his safe word and could only direct them, not have any sexual contact with them.
Adolf nodded, and enthusiastically explained to the three women what he wanted them to do tomorrow. He didn't undress them during this rehearsal, and simply positioned them and moved them around, mounting them fully clothed just to show them what would happen.
What he had in mind was quite astonishingly boring man focused heterosexual sex, with the women being mostly passive as they awaited their turn of Adolf, merely kissing him a lot as they waited and letting him play with their breasts. This would undoubtedly be the least kinky sex the group marriage had ever engaged in, like something from some particularly low budget and unimaginative male audience focused porno.
Adolf was so feverishly excited about this that it was adorable, and the three women did genuinely care enough about him to want to do this strange fantasy for him, no matter how ridiculous they found it.
Tomorrow they would engage in the weirdest most innocent sex they had ever attempted.
***…
Gemma Sevenson sighed in relief inside her new Pope box as the district of Covfefe was finally secured after horrific fighting that had killed three of her helbrutes.
That Great Unclean One had been the cause of the three deaths, as well as melting the original Pope box rhino down to corroded sediment from the terrible acids in its unholy vomit.
The surviving helbrutes had gone completely berserk when Gemma appeared to die in the vomit dissolving her Pope box rhino, and had ripped off the Great Unclean One's head in a berserk fury and pulled out all of its guts and bones until the entire vile thing was completely inside out and in minced up pieces, banishing the unnaturally tough thing back to the Garden of Nurgle deep in the warp.
The helbrutes had then split up on nine separate homicidal rampages throughout Covfefe, attacking friend and foe and civilian alike, badly trashing the entire district.
Gemma had had a horrible time tracking down and rounding up every single berserk dreadnought, and had then still needed to use these dreadnoughts to complete the retaking of this horrible district.
The scummy lesser forces were even now moving in to completely secure the district and mop up the last of the enemies, and Gemma could finally rest and have funerals for her three deceased dreadnoughts.
This really had been a horrible day.
Starving civilians were emerging from their squalid hovels all over the newly liberated district, and being given food and water by the chaos forces.
The wretches were looking at Gemma in her Pope box, but she ignored them imperiously.
The dreadnoughts were completely still and powered down now that the battle was over, their nuclear reactors going into low power standby mode from the wireless override command of a remote control Gemma kept in her cleavage at all times, and lowly heretics were frantically pulling the dreadnought sarcophagi out of the helbrute bodies just to be safe.
The helbrute bodies would be maintained, and the three dead helbrutes would have their bodies repaired and salvaged if possible, awaiting new mortally wounded Sevenson Night Lords to pilot them.
The nine surviving helbrutes would be kept on standby in a drugged sleep, and transported to the next battle before having their sarcophagi loaded back into the helbrute bodies and being powered up again to fight.
Gemma herself wanted a rest before any more battles, and would sleep soon in a comfortable bed for the night.
The Pope box rhino was driving through Covfefe, heading for an exit from this miserable district, but was being slowed down in the street by an angry crowd of dirty Nurgle worshipping civilian gang member incels of some petty street gang, that had just left their barricaded gang safe houses with the liberation of the district after like two months of confinement under siege by tyranids like all the other civilians.
"You are too beautiful!, Are you mocking us!", one of the incels shouted at Gemma accusingly from the angry crowd.
Gemma wasn't sure if she was offended or flattered by these words and shrugged, deciding to feel flattered.
"Only the ugly are allowed here, get out of here you beautiful woman!", another incel shouted at Gemma.
Gemma smiled arrogantly, not minding this praise.
"Beautiful woman!, Beautiful woman!", the entire crowd chanted at her angrily in accusation.
Gemma preened proudly, neatening her hair and feeling good.
"You will never be as wonderfully ugly as Rat Abernathy here!", an incel shouted, pointing at a horribly familiar plague zombie!
"Hey!", the repulsive skeletally thin plague zombie protested at the incel.
Gemma glared in icy hatred at her vile former slave Rat Abernathy, going pale with fury.
"You!", Gemma snarled, pointing at Rat.
"Yes me Gemma, fuck off you nasty bitch", Rat snapped in her zombie voice.
"How DARE you speak to me like that!", Gemma snarled at her ex-slave.
"You ABUSED me!, You turned me into a fucking plague zombie as a punishment!, You better believe that I will speak rudely to you!", Rat shouted back in her croaking zombie voice.
"You slept with my husband, I had every right to punish you!", Gemma snapped back angrily.
Rat gestured up and down to the entirety of her foul pestilential zombie body.
"You think you had the RIGHT to do THIS to me?!, For what, sleeping with your husband?, A beating is a fair punishment for that, THIS is just psychotic you evil bitch!", Rat croaked angrily.
"Don't you DARE try to take the moral high ground in this, I was the victim not YOU!", Gemma roared at the rude Rat Abernathy.
The entire crowd laughed and jeered at Gemma, taking Rat's side!
"You turned me into a reeking ugly plague zombie and then TORTURED me for FIVE YEARS just for sleeping with your husband ONE TIME, and you have the NERVE to claim that YOU are the VICTIM in this situation!?", Rat roared back in completely unjustified hatred.
"Fuck you Rat you evil bitch!", Gemma snarled back at this nasty bully.
The incels were loudly jeering and booing Gemma, and throwing human shit at Gemma to splatter all over the glass of her Pope box!
"Driver!, Shoot that crowd!", Gemma snarled to the Sevenson Night Lords driving the rhino.
"Yes Mistress Gemma", the Night Lords said obediently, and the rhino's combi bolter opened fire into the crowd of incels.
Gemma smiled vindictively as the crowd yelled loudly in alarm.
The rhino suddenly shook violently as explosions erupted against the side of the rhino!
"The incels have rocket propelled krak grenade launchers Mistress Gemma!, They are shooting the rhino!", the Night Lord rhino crew shouted to her in warning.
"Fuck!, This is not my fault!, This isn't my fault!", Gemma raged as the rhino was systematically ripped apart by explosions.
An emergency teleportation engaged around Gemma split seconds before her Pope box was blown apart, and she once again found herself in the teleportarium of Wendy Sevenson!
Fuck!
The last voice Gemma wanted to hear right now spoke out of a speaker system in the ceiling.
"Let me guess, this wasn't your fault", the voice of Wendy said hatefully.
***…
Wendy and the other women were still laughing about the porno rehearsal in bed that night, much to the irritation of Adolf, the mirth only slightly dampened for Wendy by yet another emergency teleportation by Gemma wasting another seven hours of power.
Wendy was wearing only her maternity corset, completely bottomless, and was snuggled between the completely naked Octavia and Belzevelle, with Adolf laying fully clothed with the baby several meters away, Adolf denied access to the fun because he had said his safe word.
The three women were softly fingering each other in sleepy mutual masturbation as Adolf watched jealously, enjoying themselves.
"Before I forget Mistress Wendy, the tickle slaves want monitor screens in the dungeons", Octavia moaned randomly as Wendy fingered her to her 50th orgasm in a row.
Wendy turned her face to look at Octavia incredulously.
"I promised Maya that I would ask you", Octavia added.
Wendy's incredulous amusement dropped slightly at the mention of her friend Maya making the request.
"Maya wants a monitor screen?", Wendy asked seriously.
"Yes Mistress Wendy, all the tickle slaves do. They work so hard getting tickled to death to feed Slaanesh, surely they deserve monitor screens as a reward", Octavia moaned orgasmically.
Wendy paused at this, and then nodded hesitantly, it wasn't completely unreasonable to let them occasionally watch stuff as they were slowly tortured to death.
"I will look into it", Wendy promised Octavia.
Octavia kissed Wendy happily, making Wendy smile.
The sex between Wendy and Octavia and Belzevelle continued for a while without further talking, the women getting sleepier and sleepier.
"I'm so excited about tomorrow", Adolf said without warning when they were almost asleep.
"Just make sure you shovel up that grox manure first", Belzevelle teased.
Adolf simply sighed as the women all laughed…
***…
