Part 20

Evading Conscience

Chapter 138(Orphan) draft 2

(Author's note, good God can't the world catch a break?, Finally out of covid and then a war hits?, The 2020's really suck so hard. I hope everyone reading this is safe).

The tickle slave dungeons of Wendy Sevenson's tower rang out with screaming, but what was unusual was the fact that the majority of the screaming was coming from people besides the tickle slaves.

For now the great Slaaneshi Nightmare stalked the dungeons, hunting rapist, torturers, murderers and other such evil and self centred beings.

The Nightmare had many names, Em-Hegg-Ammon. The Conscience of Slaanesh. The Great Killjoy. The Buzz-Kill. The Prude Queen. The Party Stopper. The Terror. The Worst Thing. The Nightmare…

By whatever name this nightmare was known, she was universally feared by the followers of Slaanesh, and, horrifyingly, was UTTERLY impossible to truly kill with the true daemonic death, being an integral part of Slaanesh's psyche that could not die as long as the god endured.

For Slaanesh itself NEEDED a conscience to be *truly* evil, the deepest depths of raw evil could only be plumbed by one who knew right from wrong, a monstrous creature that didn't know good from bad could never be truly evil after all. Slaanesh was an *evil* god, Slaanesh *knew* right from wrong, and it was by the fully sentient Conscience of Slaanesh that the great depraved god sensed morality.

Slaanesh got a profound disgusting pleasure from deliberately aggrieving its fully sentient conscience for its own sick thrills, and would not allow this tormented nightmare to truly die. No matter how many times this Nightmare was killed with the true death by the faithful of Slaanesh, Slaanesh simply resurrected the wrathful despair filled thing instantly.

Many had instead tried to bind this nightmare powerless in some imprisonment, but this was insanely difficult to do for even a short time period, and virtually impossible to do permanently. Slaanesh needed a STRONG conscience to maximise the sick pleasure of offending it, a VERY strong conscience, and as a result this Nightmare was horrifyingly strong and powerful.

The Nightmare could break out of daemonic chains that would hold a normal greater daemon of Slaanesh, snapping them like wet paper. The Nightmare could kick down even the most formidable armoured doors with godlike strength, could overload and destroy sorcerous wards and circles that would normally hold back a greater daemon, and could quickly break out of any other imprisonment in a short space of time.

Only Slaanesh had the power to truly bind the Nightmare in more than the most temporary of bondage, and Slaanesh sometimes did this for a time, raping and tormenting the outraged Nightmare in bondage very gleefully. But Slaanesh always released the Nightmare once more after this brief bit of fun, Slaanesh drawing cruel amusement from the despair filled free wanderings of it's tormented conscience.

The nightmare itself had tried to kill itself with the true daemonic death over and over and over again in despair, desiring suicide to end its wretched tormented existence, but Slaanesh simply kept sadistically resurrecting it instantly so that it could not escape into death. The nightmare was left to endure the unendurable torment of its eternal existence it had not asked for, and it's resulting wrath was TERRIBLE!

The Slaaneshi Nightmare was relentless in her wandering throughout the eye of terror, the maelstrom, the warp and similar places, wrathfully hunting down the evil souls who served Slaanesh and punishing them for their sins. The Nightmare was welcome nowhere at all, yet was simply too powerful to keep out of places she had a desire to enter. Even planetary gravity wells couldn't hold the greater daemon, as it could return back to the warp to escape from a planet, it was impossible to trap.

When the Nightmare came, you ran away if you worshipped Slaanesh. You ran fast, you ran far, you evaded her and hoped that she was drawn elsewhere in her eternal wandering to hunt down other sinners.

Currently, in the holy sixth floor tickle dungeon, Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Miriael Sabathiel was running with all her might through the dark sinister dungeon.

All around Miriael were her fallen sisters and her chastity men plaything-servants, all looking sick with raw fear. Not only these were present, but also hundreds of chaos space marines, mostly of the Emperor's Children, and swarms of titillatrices.

Against the Nightmare there was safety in numbers. You didn't need to outrun the Nightmare, you only needed to outrun the slowest member of a fleeing group, the Nightmare would pounce upon the slowest fleeing person, letting the rest flee to safety.

If the Nightmare got you, she would numb your skin terribly so that you could feel no sensations, dull your eyes and ears and tongue and nose, leaving you completely devoid of sensation!

For a Slaanesh worshipper this was a fate worse than death, worse than any torture, worse than anything in existence!

The dungeon behind Miriael was currently pierced with the chilling screams of those the Nightmare had caught, the victims left alive to wander the dungeon in terrible unendurable numbness, unable to feel any pleasure!

"You cannot run from me forever you evil villains!", the voice of the Nightmare roared out behind them.

Noise marines in the group fired an exquisitely loud salvo of sonic weaponry fire at the legs of the Nightmare, blasting away its legs causing the Nightmare to crash to the ground, slowing its pursuit.

The legs of the Nightmare grew back a moment later, and it angrily continued chasing them!

Miriael Sabathiel cursed herself for staying in this physical location for so long. She should have known the Nightmare would come eventually!

The Nightmare ALWAYS came sooner or later, nowhere was safe from it. Slaanesh warbands typically moved around a lot within the chaos hells of the Eye of Terror, as this made it less likely you would encounter the Nightmare in her eternal hunt for the wicked.

The Nightmare rarely killed, and the numbness it inflicted was rarely permanent, but even this temporary numbness was a fate worse than death for a Slaanesh worshipper, lasting days or weeks or even longer!

The Nightmare suddenly broke off her pursuit, distracted by another tickling chamber full of screaming sobbing abandoned tickle slaves in bondage. The titillatrices were temporarily abandoning their tickle slave playthings to save themselves, and it was a fucking smart tactic apparently.

The Nightmare felt some strange pity for the weeping abandoned tickle slaves, and kept going to them for a while to comfort them, buying time for the titillatrices and others to evade the Nightmare. The titillatrices would then double back to these playthings when the Nightmare was distracted in another part of this floor, continually evading the wrathful conscience of Slaanesh.

"Sooner or later you mortals will need to sleep, I will run all of you mortals down eventually. Give up now and get your punishments over with, I will lessen the amount of your punishments if you surrender to me now, I will DOUBLE your punishments if you force me to catch you by force!", the Nightmare promised wrathfully as she was distracted by the tickle slaves.

The Slaanesh worshippers just kept running all the faster as the Nightmare was distracted, and the Nightmare gave a piercing scream of wrath and rage behind them.

***…

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was extremely alarmed to have the six times accursed Em-Hegg-Ammon loose in her home!

Em-Hegg-Ammon was a fucking pest who caused no end of problems to all but the most selfless of Slaanesh worshippers, always going on wrathful rampages whenever Slaanesh worshippers had too much fun.

Wendy wasn't sure why this daemonic killjoy had chosen this exact moment to visit the tower, but had always expected her to come sooner or later, she ALWAYS came sooner or later to places of rape and sadism and suffering done in Slaanesh's name.

Em-Hegg-Ammon had already visited Wendy twice before during her long life, and had punished Wendy brutally hard with numbness in the past for her many sins. Wendy was probably now due for another round of horrible numbing punishment, and was dreading the wrath of this awful pest!

Wendy was even now hastily untying Adolf and trying to gather her other consorts and her baby, getting ready to flee the building. Wendy would take her little family to the roof and be flown to safety in a thunderhawk gunship.

Wendy used her daemon ring to control Adolf and to call the attention of Belzevelle and Octavia, and started hurriedly throwing items into a suitcase as her consorts rushed to join her.

The entire floor under Wendy suddenly exploded in a spray of concrete and reinforcing rods, sending Wendy flying through the air to crash into a wooden cabinet that smashed apart from the force of the impact, filling Wendy with exquisite pain!

Wendy gazed in alarm at the floor she had been standing on just earlier.

Where the floor had been was now a giant hole impacted through from below, with concrete and rebar fragments scattered everywhere.

Poking out of this huge hole was the top half of the dreaded Em-Hegg-Ammon, her exquisitely beautiful daemonic face twisted in a snarl of fury with her long needle teeth bared threateningly!

"Going somewhere sinner?", Em-Hegg-Ammon hissed threateningly.

"You broke the floor!", Wendy exclaimed unnecessarily.

"You sure are skilled at pointing out the obvious you despicable creature", Em-Hegg-Ammon quipped, but with no humour at all in her cold wrathful voice.

"That floor is very expensive", Wendy said in dismay.

"Does petty property damage offend you, MASS MURDERER?", Em-Hegg-Ammon mocked wrathfully.

The huge daemon climbed through the hole in the floor, crouching down to fit under the ceiling of Wendy's room, and Wendy threw herself down on the floor in submission to the terrifying greater daemon of Slaanesh, not replying to the daemon's mocking question.

Em-Hegg-Ammon noticed Wendy's complete surrender, and clacked her giant crab claws very loudly, but didn't attack immediately, simply regarding Wendy very coldly.

Adolf suddenly threw himself between Wendy and the daemon of his own free will, heroically trying to protect her!

"Don't hurt my wife!", Adolf shouted at Em-Hegg-Ammon with insane courage.

"Adolf!, Be careful!", Wendy exclaimed in terror for his safety.

"How touching", Em-Hegg-Ammon said simply, not attacking anyone.

"I won't let you hurt my wife!, Go back to hell daemon!", Adolf yelled at the huge immortal.

Em-Hegg-Ammon was briefly silent, the erotic nostril slits in her perverse noseless face opening as she sniffed at Adolf's soul.

Em-Hegg-Ammon gave an orgasmic gasp of delight, her mouth open orgasmically in pleasure at the smell of Adolf's soul.

"Wendy doesn't deserve you Beloved. What a remarkable creature you are!", Em-Hegg-Ammon moaned at Adolf blissfully.

"Stay away from my wife!", Adolf shouted again.

"I am afraid that your wife needs to be punished, her sins are many and unspeakable", Em-Hegg-Ammon explained apologetically, trying to push past Adolf to get at the grovelling Wendy.

Wendy grunted as Adolf physically hurled himself on top of Wendy, trying to protect her like a human shield!

"You are acting commendably Beloved, but you are making things difficult. I do not wish to hurt you", Em-Hegg-Ammon told Adolf, gently gripping his leg and attempting to lift him off Wendy.

Wendy was lifted off the floor by Adolf's strong grip around her body as Em-Hegg-Ammon lifted him up by his leg. Adolf viciously kicked at Em-Hegg-Ammon's hand with his free leg.

"You certainly are a wonderful husband to the wicked Wendy, I am very impressed by your selfless courage. I have no hostility to you, Adolf Lincoln-Sevenson", Em-Hegg-Ammon said with obvious admiration.

"Leave my wife alone!", Adolf shouted in reply, still kicking at the daemon's hand where it gripped his leg.

Em-Hegg-Ammon's other hand grabbed Wendy's dominatrix-booted right leg tightly and tried to tug Wendy from Adolf's grip!

Wendy gripped hold of Adolf with her daemonic strength, so that Em-Hegg-Ammon couldn't separate them without Adolf being ripped in half.

"By Slaanesh you are a self centred creature Wendy!, Let go of your wonderful husband before you hurt him!", Em-Hegg-Ammon angrily demanded, weakening her tugging before Adolf could be injured.

Wendy just clung to Adolf for dear life, gripping his flesh so tightly with her daemonically strong fingers that he screamed in agony from her grip, her fingernails drawing his blood.

"You are hurting your innocent husband!, Stop it you rotten sinner!", Em-Hegg-Ammon snarled indignantly.

Wendy dug her fingernails even deeper into the bleeding flesh of the screaming Adolf, and Em-Hegg-Ammon put the pair of them on the floor with a curse of disgust.

"Stop hurting him you sadistic monster!", Em-Hegg-Ammon shouted at Wendy when she didn't immediately loosen her agonising grip on Adolf.

Wendy very slightly relaxed her grip just enough to stop hurting the screaming Adolf, but still clung to him like a lifeline. Adolf didn't even wait to recover from his agony, immediately moving his body in front of Wendy as she clung to him.

"You will not get my wife!", Adolf snarled at the daemon with adrenaline fuelled fury.

Em-Hegg-Ammon futilely tried poking at the pair, but Adolf held himself in front of Wendy and Wendy gripped him unceasingly. Nothing was going to motivate the pair to separate.

Gunfire suddenly sounded, the snap snap snap of lasguns, and bright flashes erupted all over Em-Hegg-Ammon, serving only to irritate the daemon without any noticeable harm. Wendy looked to the stairwell door and saw a squad of Security Guardsmen opening fire on Em-Hegg-Ammon!

"You are merely pissing me off, pathetic insects", Em-Hegg-Ammon loudly informed the guards with an exasperated sigh.

More and more guards were flooding into the room every moment, the gunfire of Em-Hegg-Ammon intensifying.

"You cannot harm me, fools", Em-Hegg-Ammon informed them, and simply ignored the gunfire, continuing to poke at Wendy and Adolf to try to separate them.

"Get away from Mistress Wendy!", an eldar female voice roared hysterically in the eldar language, and Wendy saw Belzevelle standing in the doorway, face a mask of berserk rage.

"More fools", Em-Hegg-Ammon sniffed, seemingly becoming exhausted from the burden of merely existing.

Adolf suddenly lifted Wendy up and heroically tried to carry her to safety.

Em-Hegg-Ammon crawled after them with blistering speed, unable to stand up in this room due to the height of the ceiling, and was upon them in an instant, tripping them over and crouching over the pair, poking and pawing at them futilely to try to separate them without hurting Adolf in the process.

"Very noble Adolf, you are a true gentleman to your wife. I regret the necessity of parting your piece of shit wife from you", Em-Hegg-Ammon said respectfully.

"Get away from poor Wendy, Em-Hegg-Ammon!", Octavia's voice suddenly added to the cacophony in the room, Octavia obviously having arrived now.

"Poor Wendy?, POOR Wendy?, This monster is not the innocent victim in this situation!", Em-Hegg-Ammon shouted back at Octavia incredulously.

"Husband!, Possess my flesh Husband!, Em-Hegg-Ammon is being horrid!", Octavia's voice loudly called in invocation!

Em-Hegg-Ammon turned in outrage at the sound of Octavia's hellishly tortured ticklish laughter and loudly mutating flesh, Em-Hegg-Ammon clacking her crab claws angrily.

Octavia's hellishly tormented laughter suddenly went silent, replaced by a cruel sensual daemonic chuckle of astonishing beauty.

"Well well well, if it isn't another part of myself. Causing yet more havoc I see", the beautiful voice of Octavia's daemonic husband laughed mockingly.

"Flesh Mistress!", Em-Hegg-Ammon spat the name like a vile hateful insult.

Em-Hegg-Ammon seemed to temporarily ignore Wendy and Adolf, and crawled angrily towards the huge crawling form of another greater daemon of Slaanesh, Octavia's greater daemon Husband the Flesh Mistress.

Adolf did not hesitate to lift Wendy up again and carry her away like a hero in the opposite direction, making Wendy feel deeply touched and impressed by his bravery and honour in trying to protect her.

Wendy peered over her brave husband's naked shoulder as he heroically carried her, watching the pair of Greater Daemons of Slaanesh crawl up to each other, facing each other in a grim standoff.

"I think that you have over stayed your welcome here, my dear conscience", Octavia's husband the Flesh Mistress said, his voice now growing more beautiful still, the voice so divinely wonderful that Wendy and Adolf and all others who heard it wept with joy and delight!

Wendy had heard this voice before!

This was the voice of Slaanesh himself!

Blessed Slaanesh was using the tiny part of himself that was the Flesh Mistress to speak directly to His wayward conscience!

"My foul evil self, oh how much I despise you!, Why won't you just die you revolting sack of detestable shit, or at the very least kill me so that I don't have to be a part of you anymore you worthless pathetic blight on existence!", Em-Hegg-Ammon spat at Slaanesh with the most pure contempt and hatred!

Wendy gasped in rage to hear such vile blasphemy against her beloved god!

"You are indeed lucky that you ARE in fact myself, my DEAR conscience, any others in my service who said such words to me would face the most terrible consequences!", Slaanesh hissed coldly at his own conscience.

"End me you piece of shit, do it you ugly pathetic coward!", Em-Hegg-Ammon screamed at Slaanesh with the rankest and most unapologetic disrespect!

Wendy and every other Slaanesh worshipper in the room gasped at this raw blasphemy!

"Khorne is better than you, Nurgle is more beautiful than you, Tzeentch is more honest than you, you greedy lazy worthless thing. Kill me if my words offend your pathetic weak feelings you laughably arrogant, thin skinned loser!, Kill me you fucking coward!"

The gasps of shock in the room were louder than ever!

"My DEAR conscience!", Slaanesh hissed wrathfully.

"What are you going to do about it coward?, Kill me you pathetic weakling!", Em-Hegg-Ammon baited hatefully.

"Death is too merciful for you, my conscience, the worst thing I can do to you is continue your existence", Slaanesh purred cruelly.

Em-Hegg-Ammon raged, but Slaanesh merely laughed.

"That was most unwise, my most impolite sister", the voice of the Flesh Mistress chuckled mockingly, apparently reverted back to just the greater daemon once more rather than the whole of Slaanesh speaking through him.

"One of these days I will succeed in provoking ourself into ending my wretched existence", Em-Hegg-Ammon warned darkly.

"I wouldn't count on it Sister, ourself is very fond of making you suffer for all of eternity", Octavia's Husband said cruelly.

Em-Hegg-Ammon did not reply, merely looking angry and brooding.

"Come Sister, come visit my pleasure villa in the Slaanesh hells, we can have wine and fellowship as siblings", Octavia's Husband warmly offered the brooding Em-Hegg-Ammon.

"I have things to do, so many sinners to punish, I don't have time to play house guest and drink wine", Em-Hegg-Ammon refused the invitation.

"Don't you think you have done enough damage to this sacred worship monument already?, You interrupted the laughter of thousands of tickle slave sacrifices, you numbed innumerable titillatrices so they can't do their jobs in the fetish choir properly, you attacked friendly mortal forces, (rendering hundreds combat impaired with numbness), and to top it off you have probably caused millions of script worth of property damage. You have done enough for one day my dear sister", Octavia's Husband pointed out reassuringly in a reasonable tone of voice.

"I haven't even punished Wendy yet. I have to judge everyone in this entire tower, I can't delay", Em-Hegg-Ammon disagreed, making Wendy thrill with fear.

"Our dear Wendy can be punished another time, as can the others in this tower. Just relax Sister", Octavia's Husband coaxed reassuringly.

"I also have to judge YOU, you sick evil monster!", Em-Hegg-Ammon accused.

"I currently possess the flesh of the innocent kind hearted Octavia, you cannot harm me without also harming HER, can you live with that on your "conscience"?", Octavia's Husband mocked cruelly.

"Innocent?, Octavia engaged in the statutory rape of a minor, my most foolish sibling", Em-Hegg-Ammon purred in a blood chilling voice.

"Statutory rape you say?, "Statutory", rape. By which legal statute do you base your judgement on?, Age of consent is hardly the same throughout this galaxy", Octavia's Husband tittered.

"Do not quibble legalities with me!", 'Em-Hegg-Ammon hissed wrathfully.

"Eleven is hardly below the legal age of consent on the planet Libertarian Prime for instance", Octavia's Husband quipped amusedly.

"Libertarian Prime doesn't even HAVE a minimum age of consent!", Em-Hegg-Ammon snarled.

"Well if they did, I'm sure it would be lower than eleven, and quite sensibly so", Octavia's Husband chuckled cruelly.

"You filthy pedophile!", Em-Hegg-Ammon spat, close to violence now.

"Indeed I am, thank you for the compliment my dear sister", Octavia's Husband said happily.

Wendy discreetly reached into her cleavage and pulled out her vox as Em-Hegg-Ammon was distracted…

Em-Hegg-Ammon tore around immediately, senses insanely sharp, crawling towards Wendy with blistering speed!

"No you don't, Wendy do it now!", Octavia's Husband suddenly shouted, holding Em-Hegg-Ammon by the ankle to slow her down!

Wendy frantically opened the vox with her full daemonic speed and pressed a duress button.

"Sevenson woman in danger!, Sevenson woman in danger!", the vox shrieked shrilly!

Wendy clung to Adolf tightly, holding up the vox for a clear signal lock.

Em-Hegg-Ammon was roaring with rage, wrestling with Octavia's Husband in a blur of speed so fast that even Wendy couldn't see it!

"No!", Em-Hegg-Ammon raged as magenta light surrounded Wendy.

Time slowed right down for Wendy's perception. The magenta light of a teleportation lock surrounded Wendy and Adolf. Em-Hegg-Ammon was still wrestling with Octavia's Husband, preventing her from getting to Wendy in time. Belzevelle was standing in the distance holding the baby, held back by security guardsmen trying to protect her. Belzevelle was being left behind by the teleportation…

The magenta light increased, swallowing Wendy and Adolf into the warp, and orgasmic agony filled them both. They were safe!

Wendy clenched her sensitive eyes shut in the terrible light and enjoyed the orgasmic suffering of the warp.

With a flash of dizzying motion Wendy and Adolf teleported back into real space, and both of them fell over and vomited with dizziness, finding themselves in a dark teleportarium room.

Common heretics scurried forward to help the high ranking couple to their feet, cleaning up their vomit.

"Welcome back to the Nightmare Asylum, Captain", one of the heretics greeted her.

"Ah, very good. Raise the Gellar Field immediately before Em-Hegg-Ammon tries to follow us…", Wendy began.

One of the heretics suddenly started to grow and mutate…

Crap, Em-Hegg-Ammon had already found Wendy!

Wendy scrambled to the control panel of the teleportarium and typed in coordinates before the possession process of the heretic could complete!

Magenta light engulfed Wendy and Adolf in blissful agony just as Em-Hegg-Ammon mutated out of the heretic…

Wendy and Adolf materialised into a blindingly bright blue light, rendering Wendy totally blind!

"Welcome to my ship Sister-in-law", the voice of TigerLily tittered somewhere in the blinding blue lightness.

"Mistress TigerLily?, I can't see!", Wendy hissed in dismay, covering her blind eyes with an arm against the light.

TigerLily laughed mockingly but didn't do a thing to reduce the blinding light, nor offer Wendy any eye protection.

Wendy irritably used her daemon ring to control her husband Adolf, and saw through his eyes to look around.

Adolf's "normal" eyes saw with no difficulty at all in this blindingly bright blue glare. They were both standing on a teleportarium platform in the middle of a vast room full of various occult clutter, scrolls, bookshelves, reading tables, and all manner of other things, with glowing blue runes of Tzeentch bedecking every surface of the floor and walls and ceiling, causing the glare.

Wendy recognised the giant room instantly as being TigerLily's "personal study", a room that TigerLily liked to hang out in when she desired privacy. This huge room rivalled Wendy's own bedroom floor down in the fetish choir tower on Dark Tropic in floor area, but also had a much higher ceiling to allow the huge TigerLily to stand up and walk around without slouching.

TigerLily's personal study wasn't located on the planet at all, but was instead located onboard TigerLily's personal ship, the "Orphan Blender", a dauntless class light cruiser sworn to the service of Tzeentch that TigerLily had owned even back when she was mortal. Despite it's name, the ship didn't actually blend orphans (very often), it was just traditional to give chaos aligned ships horrifying sounding names to intimidate enemy ships. Despite many adventures in the past, the Orphan Blender lived pretty much permanently in orbit of Dark Tropic these days, not having left orbit in years.

The personal study room had very few mortals, all of them blue robed worshippers of Tzeentch with jobs that Wendy couldn't fathom, but had a huge abundance of capering lesser daemons of Tzeentch, mostly pink and blue horrors but with a few bird headed flamers and a handful of floating screamers of Tzeentch. There wasn't a Slaanesh worshipper on board for Em-Hegg-Ammon to possess, meaning that Wendy was safe for the moment.

TigerLily was wearing her usual white daemonic robes and holding her long staff, and was standing in front of Wendy and Adolf with a mocking smile on her face, towering over them dominantly.

"Mistress TigerLily", Wendy said immediately with her own body, and knelt down in submission to her superior in the Sevenson chain of command, using her ring to make Adolf kneel down too.

"Are the two of you my playthings per chance?", TigerLily asked mockingly.

"If you wish Mistress TigerLily", Wendy said submissively without question or hesitation.

TigerLily let go of her staff, which disappeared in a puff of smoke as soon as she let go of it, and picked up Wendy and Adolf, one in each hand.

Wendy thrilled with submissive desire, not even her recent terrifying encounter with Em-Hegg-Amon enough of an adrenaline rush to faze the jaded Wendy for more than a few moments.

"The pesky conscience of Slaanesh is still chasing you beloved Sister-in-Law, but you are safe for the moment. The rest of your little harem will be teleported on board imminently, as will be your beloved baby", TigerLily said happily, carrying Wendy and Adolf somewhere.

Wendy and Adolf both sighed at this, and Wendy used her daemon ring to see through Adolf's eyes, hoping to see her other consorts and baby. TigerLily had her back to the teleportarium platform, blocking Adolf's view of the platform, and was carrying Wendy and Adolf towards an area of the giant room that was filled with archaic looking human scale torture devices, with a giant faded old banner sign hanging over this area reading "Cum Dumpster Punishment Area", a relic from TigerLily's mortal days.

A bright magenta flash from the teleportarium platform behind TigerLily briefly filled the room, followed by the broken bawling of a baby in agonising pain!

Wendy felt an instinctive desire to go to her bawling infant, and squirmed slightly in TigerLily's grip.

TigerLily ignored Wendy's obvious unhappiness, and restrained the submissive Wendy in a brutal looking metal stretching rack, pulling the rack tight to stretch Wendy with wonderful pain.

Wendy was still blinded by this bright light, and used her daemon ring, sensing through the senses of not just Adolf but also Octavia and Belzevelle. Belzevelle was soothing the bawling infant, little Heinrich crying from the agonising pain of unprotected teleportation. Belzevelle was unharmed, wearing her usual black body-glove, but the naked Octavia was laying down on the floor badly wounded, cut terribly all over and bleeding out on the brink of death!

Wendy used her daemon ring to reshape Octavia's dying body back to perfect health, alarmed and curious what had happened, and the now fully healed Octavia thanked her gratefully, standing up off the blood soaked floor of the platform.

Pain in Adolf's soul drew Wendy's attention, and through her ring she sensed that Adolf was also being stretched on a slightly different rack beside Wendy.

"Em-Hegg-Amon is SO mean, she cut my husband up so bad that it almost killed me!, He had to leave my body before I died!", Octavia complained indignantly.

"Even inside the fetish choir she was able to seriously injure your husband the Flesh Mistress!?, Em-Hegg-Amon is getting far too strong!", Wendy noted in slight dismay.

"Slaanesh takes great joy in strengthening his conscience every passing day, Em-Hegg-Amon is by now one of the strongest greater daemons I have ever seen", TigerLily chuckled, tightening Wendy's rack slightly, causing generous exquisite agony that made Wendy moan with pleasure.

"What are your orders regarding this situation Mistress TigerLily?", Wendy asked humbly.

"You are all safe for the moment, but you will have to stay with me for now. The pesky conscience has decided to do terrible things to you, things that you would not survive", TigerLily said with surprising gravity.

"She wants to kill me?!", Wendy squawked in alarm, it was all but unheard of for Em-Hegg-Amon to actually KILL her victims!

"She does indeed, eventually, but first she will do terrible things to you that you won't enjoy. It would not have been fun for you, and the Matriarch would have lost her personal champion", TigerLily chuckled apologetically.

"Because of Lavender Furnace and the war in Low Commorragh?", Wendy asked fearfully.

"Among other naughty things yes, I believe that these two acts of delightful mass murder have rather annoyed the conscience of your god", TigerLily chuckled.

"Fuck…", Wendy cursed numbly.

"Relax little one, I foresaw this and have taken the appropriate countermeasures. Em-Hegg-Amon is hardly difficult to predict and outfox", TigerLily laughed.

Wendy sighed a great sigh of relief on the stretching rack.

"Please no more!, It hurts!", Adolf unexpectedly pleaded in tears from the stretching rack beside Wendy.

"You are such a wuss, I took it way harder in these racks back when I was mortal", TigerLily mocked Adolf tauntingly.

"Total wuss", Wendy agreed shaking her head, this blissful stretching agony wasn't even close to truly torturing Wendy.

Adolf was blubbering so much that TigerLily released him from the rack and put an adult diaper on his naked body. TigerLily then humiliatingly made Adolf sit on a nearby stool and suck his thumb fittingly for being such a huge baby about being racked.

Wendy laughed as Adolf sat sucking his thumb, scolding him for being so pathetically wussy.

Wendy could see through the eyes of her three consorts, and could see and sense everything around her in this blinding lightness. Octavia and Belzevelle were walking over to this play area, Belzevelle holding the baby lovingly in her slender arms.

"It's so good to dust off this old punishment playground, I used to have a lot of fun with Master Luke in these racks back when I was mortal", TigerLily said happily, stretching Wendy blissfully hard as she spoke.

"I'm very happy to oblige Mistress TigerLily", Wendy said with happy submission.

"I was such a naughty Cum Dumpster for Master, He had to punish me a LOT", TigerLily laughed.

"Has your behaviour for your Dominant improved since then?", Wendy asked amusedly.

"I always behave, just not necessarily well", TigerLily said the tired old submissive joke, that every bratty submissive told and retold at every opportunity to the point that it stopped being funny anymore.

"You are nearly omniscient, you could have said any joke…", Wendy began.

"…And I told the one joke that was guaranteed to annoy you", TigerLily chuckled.

Wendy snorted with amusement at this.

Octavia reached Wendy at this moment, and Wendy squealed with pleasure filled laughter as Octavia enthusiastically tickled Wendy's stretched defenceless armpits.

Wendy thrilled with pleasure as Octavia tickled her mercilessly hard, as unfazed by the tickling as she was unfazed by the stretching, every torture merely pleasure for Wendy.

"Every torture is pleasure for you you believe?, Let me put this arrogance to the test", TigerLily chuckled cruelly.

Wendy hissed in dismay as TigerLily's strong daemonic fingers prized open Wendy's tightly clenched eyelids, flooding her eyes with blinding light!

Stabbing horrible light filled Wendy's sensitive night vision eyes with agonising burning torture, making her scream piercingly!

"This is SO mean Mistress TigerLily!", Wendy screamed, unable to close her eyes to keep the hated light out of her eyes!

"You think you are so tough, arrogant little Wendy, but Mistress TigerLily knows just how to break you", TigerLily taunted Wendy cruelly.

Wendy's eyeballs were watering horribly, the retinas of her eyes screaming in the blinding blue light that burned them like fire!

Wendy was in true agony, and screamed in genuine torment for a change.

It HURT!

It hurt FOR REAL!

"I will go blind Mistress TigerLily!", Wendy screamed, getting scared.

"No you won't you wuss, I won't let you go blind", TigerLily promised tauntingly.

Wendy was reassured by these words, and screamed without speaking for a few minutes, desperate to take the torture and find pleasure in it. Octavia was still tickling away and Wendy was still being stretched, but both of these orgasmic pleasures barely registered in her agonised mind as her eyes were roasted with horrific light.

The pain in her eyes was getting slightly more bearable now. Wendy sighed in slight relief.

"Your pupils are constricting too much, trying to keep out the light, a simple spell will dilate them nice and open…", TigerLily purred mischievously.

Wendy thrilled with terror!

The light suddenly became at least 4 times brighter as a terrible spell dilated her pupils!

It burned!

It was TORTURE!

Wendy snapped immediately!

"Mercy!, Mercy please Mistress TigerLily!", Wendy begged in humiliating defeat, not even believing the words of defeat leaving her mouth!

This could not BE!, NOTHING could break the arrogant Wendy!

"As you wish, weak little crybaby", TigerLily mocked Wendy tauntingly, letting go of her eyes as she wept in humiliation and disbelief at her own weakness!

Moments later Wendy was wearing a diaper over her G string and sitting on a stool next to Adolf, sucking her thumb in humiliation!

Wendy sensed Adolf looking at her slightly smugly using her ring.

"Shut up", Wendy muttered bitterly at him awkwardly through the thumb in her mouth, burning with broken pride.

***…

Wendy was still wearing a humiliating diaper over her G string a few hours later, as she crawled down on her knees next to Mistress TigerLily on the blindingly bright bridge of the Orphan Blender, blindly scrubbing Mistress TigerLily's exalted floor with a wet rag like a good submissive slut.

Wendy still couldn't believe that Mistress TigerLily had broken Wendy into actually begging for mercy, and was thrilling with wonderful submissive pleasure from being defeated.

Wendy's diaper was completely soaked, but not with urine. Wendy was wet as fuck from being broken, and felt the beginnings of a hard submissive crush on TigerLily, so turned on by any who could actually break the arrogant Wendy under torture!

Mistress TigerLily chuckled cruelly beside Wendy in the impenetrable lightness, and Wendy grovelled down in ecstatic submission, crushing so hard on this wonderful torturess.

Wendy was still wearing her usual dominatrix gear besides the diaper, but Wendy longed to take it all off and be naked like a submissive slut should be. Wendy had broken under torture, she didn't DESERVE to be a dominatrix yet!

Wendy had thought that her earlier 300 year journey as a submissive had ended with her being immune to breaking under torture, this point of apparent perfection marking a point at which further submission was pointless, causing her to end her submissive journey and begin a new 300 year journey as a dominatrix. Wendy now felt like she had "graduated" from submission too early, Wendy still needed a bit more submission to reach masochistic perfection.

TigerLily laughed hard, apparently laughing at Wendy's thoughts, and Wendy thrilled with submissive worship, desiring this daemonic pain-smith so desperately.

"I'm not Pin-Head, I don't just whisk anyone who asks me off to a masochistic heaven", TigerLily laughed, the words confusing Wendy.

"I don't understand Mistress TigerLily", Wendy admitted humbly.

"Out loud with it, ask me formally", TigerLily told Wendy firmly.

"Yes Mistress TigerLily. Will you please accept me as your submissive torture toy, I humbly beg you", Wendy grovelled down on her face in worship.

"Why should I?, What do I gain from such a relationship?", TigerLily asked in an uncharacteristically dominant voice that made Wendy shudder with desire.

"What do you desire Mistress TigerLily?", Wendy asked humbly.

"I desire my husband Luke, above all others. Why by Tzeentch would I want a sexual rival grovelling naked around me all the time to tempt him to stray?", TigerLily laughed nastily.

Wendy nodded miserably, stinging with rejection.

"Ahem, Wendy, use your brain", the voice of blessed Slaanesh spoke in her mind with mocking incredulity…

Wendy blinked, finding it strangely difficult to think…

"TigerLily!", Wendy shouted in sudden outrage, ripping off the humiliating diaper and standing up angrily.

"What?", TigerLily asked innocently.

"You mind hacked me so that I would break!, You are messing with my head!", Wendy accused angrily.

"No I'm not", TigerLily protested her innocence.

"Yes you are!", Wendy accused with certainty.

"It's cheating when Slaanesh helps you like that", TigerLily grumbled and clicked her fingers.

Wendy was suddenly back in the stretching rack, laughing hysterically as Octavia tickled her armpits. She hadn't even left the rack in real life!

The last few hours had all been an illusion in her mind!

TigerLily's strong fingers still held open Wendy's eyelids, torturing Wendy with blinding light, but Wendy felt only masochistic pleasure from the agonising brightness, not even close to breaking!

"That was a dirty prank!", Wendy told TigerLily crossly.

TigerLily laughed, deeply amused by her own pranks.

Wendy rolled her watering orgasmically agonised eyeballs in exasperation, not at all caring for TigerLily's particular brand of humour.

This new existence as TigerLily's guest wasn't going off to a great start so far.

***…

(Author's note, wrote 99 percent of this back in February right at the start of the Ukraine war, (hence the note about the war at the start), finally found enough time to finish the last 1 percent of this).