Chapter 5G
The nuclear submarine "the Dynamo" was rather cramped as it returned from a secret rendezvous with one of the Queen's private cargo ships.
So cramped in fact that the space marines, who could go a long time without sleep, had given up their bunks to be used as space to store additional gas bottles.
They were now on route to Rito Island, one of the islands the Brotherhood of Toth still controlled, to deliver the much needed fuel to the local civilian population.
The Dynamo was now squishy in the extreme, barely enough room to even walk around, and Demetrio had been on his feet for days now without sleep.
Demetrio Acosta, Chaos Space Marine Pedro Silva, and Demetrio's girlfriend Hilda Rolfe were all currently crammed together in a walkway, in between a heap of gas bottles. They were currently talking about Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao.
Demetrio and the rest of the Brotherhood of Toth had gained enormous respect for Chaos Lord Paxton Tsao after his bedroom endeavour, he had REALLY gone the extra mile to save his people this time!
Very few men would sleep with that Nurgle Queen, VERY few indeed!
He really had heroically "taken one for the team", as the saying goes, putting his penis boldly where even gynaecologists in hazmat suits fear to tread!
Lord Paxton had braved the wrath of a chaos terminator lord father, endured sodomy from a depraved Keeper of Secrets to be granted access to the Queen's bedchamber undetected, and then spent an entire night having sex with probably the most physically repellent (, not to mention underage,) girl in the entire sector! All merely to get them enough fuel to survive this growing fuel shortage!
A popular joke was to call Paxton a "fucking" hero!
"What a guy, bravely fucking where daemons fear to tread!" Chaos Space Marine Pedro Silva joked.
Demetrio chuckled, the jokes about Paxton fucking Queen Egg Sevenson had been relentless the entire day, some of the jokes were quite creative.
"He's a fucking hero", Demetrio snorted with laughter in reply.
"I most verily did hear that yonder Lord Paxton dost like his eggs most wet and runny," Hilda added in her bizarre medieval way of speaking.
Demetrio and Pedro blinked and then exploded with howling laughter as they grasped what she was saying.
"You made a joke!?" Demetrio laughed in surprised delight.
"Most truthfully my love, I did most verily spend half of recent morning crafting my humble jest," Hilda admitted with a happy smile.
Demetrio laughed happily and put an arm around her.
With the submarine being pretty much standing room only right now, Demetrio and the others could do little other than just stand around all day, and passed the time mostly by chatting and joking.
Demetrio and Hilda had little in the way of privacy to be intimate in, and the lack of sex was getting hard to deal with. The Alpha Legion were not freaks like the Night Lords were, and didn't just fuck in public like farm animals. The navy bunks had curtains for privacy, and Demetrio and Hilda were very discreet about their private sex life.
Hilda herself was small enough to "hot bunk" in one of the normal human crew bunks during the day when no one else was using it, and when she wasn't sleeping she was usually hanging around Demetrio.
Demetrio gazed adoringly at the young woman. She was so beautiful, without the aid of makeup or anything else too high tech for a feudal world village.
She never ever cut her blonde hair, having some cultural taboo against women cutting their hair, and it was so long that it reached below her ass.
When Demetrio first met Hilda, her former slave-owner, Liling Wong, had mercifully recently shaved Hilda's legs, pussy and armpits, as Hilda had a similar taboo about shaving off body hair. Hilda was now getting rather hairy in places that Demetrio would prefer weren't hairy.
She also didn't really understand the concept of deodorant... but thankfully she did wash everyday, thank all the Chaos Gods!
Hilda was really good company, in part because her worldview was so medieval. To this day she maintained that the world was flat, even despite traveling with Liling Wong on a space ship, and just talking to this girl was like being in a work of Shakespeare.
The concept of a Chaos Space Marine was also lost on Hilda. She insisted on calling the chaos marines "knights", and insisted on putting "sir" as a prefix before their names. She had of course noticed Demetrio's massive size, but had simply maintained that he was merely a very big man.
It was endless fun watching her being mesmerised by technology, and she ruined every television show by trying to talk to the people on the screen.
"Thou art most handsome Sir Demetrio my love," Hilda told him with a smile, looking at his face.
Demetrio chuckled and gave her an affectionate cuddle.
"I wonder what Joseph Wong will do now that Paxton is porking the egg?" Pedro Silva asked, changing the subject.
"Lord Joseph Wong? I verily did meet him in my past, he was most polite, and finely dressed most dashingly," Hilda announced happily.
"You know Joseph Wong?" Pedro asked in surprise.
"He be the cousin of Damsel Liling, he would visit on occasion in the household of Damsel Liling and Sir Augusta," Hilda said happily.
"Does Liling Wong even know that you are missing?" Pedro asked.
"I most verily dost hope not, Damsel Liling is most unhinged of mental faculty! I do not lie, she most certainly did lay down most intimately in most unnatural liaisons, with a farmer's draft horse! Never did I see such harlotry!" Hilda exclaimed.
Demetrio and Pedro roared with laughter.
"I not lie! With a horse I tell thee!" Hilda insisted.
"We BELIEVE you! That sounds about right for a Slaanesh worshipper! They are FREAKS!" Pedro said laughing.
"What else did she do?" Demetrio asked.
"Where dost I even begin to recount such brazen harlotry!" Hilda exclaimed.
"Wait, what about Joseph Wong, what was he like?" Pedro asked.
"Lord Joseph Wong had most yellow skin and eyes of slant, just as mad Damsel Liling. But beyond the fleshy likenesses, they are most profoundly not alike at all! Lord Joseph Wong was a most polite and proper gentleman, and aggrieved most starkly by Damsel Liling's so unladylike behaviour!" Hilda exclaimed in shock.
"Do tell!" Demetrio begged.
"Well, twas many a month ago, when lo and behold Lord Joseph Wong did visit for dinner. I and the other captured maidens fair did cook a most great meal of finest meat, and did dress up most finely for so proclaimed a guest."
"But deranged Damsel Liling, did not wear even clothes! But did entertain such distinguished guests with her modesty uncovered! I deceive thee not when I say that most EVERYTHING was most prominently on display!"
"Lord Joseph Wong did look most stoic and short of words at so undignified a display, and such discomfort was there as that thou could cut the very air! I was most utterly ashamed as that I did hide in yonder kitchen so that I might not have to see!"
"I did then enter once again, as Damsel Liling's husband, the dashing Sir Augusta, did return at that very hour from his knightly training. But alas! Damsel Liling did then so seduce her husband, that he did lay with her, on the very table before the guests! I verily thought to die from so calamitous embarrassment!" Hilda said emphatically.
Demetrio and Pedro were by now sprawled on gas bottles crying tears of laughter.
"Thou laugh now, but it be not funny at that time!" Hilda grumbled.
"What a bunch of FREAKS!" Demetrio shook with laughter.
"Hearing about Joseph Wong being forced to watch his own cousin being table fucked by a Night Lord really has made my day," Pedro spluttered with laughter.
Hilda curtsied humorously and giggled.
Demetrio scooped her up in a loving cuddle and kissed her, feeling delighted by her presence in his life.
***...
Off on far off Sevenson Island, the 15 year old mutant psyker Violet Smith carefully applied her makeup in the bathroom, getting ready for her secret date with her boyfriend Tim Wong.
The apartment belonged to her mentally ill slacker father, Sigmund Smith, and it was a far cry from the splendour of the Wong family palace that Tim lived in.
The place was best described as seedy, the dwelling of a man who had pretty much given up on giving a fuck anymore. It had a surplus of rooms, many filled with boxes of junk, and needed a good clearing out and hard scrub to put in order.
In one room of the apartment was her toddler son Patrick, playing with his toys in a play pen, with one of her dad's sex slaves cluckily fussing over the toddler. Sigmund had purchased over a dozen young slave women, all of whom lived in the apartment with him, and whenever he was awake and sober enough he was usually balls deep in one of these women.
This was just the grim reality of the forces of chaos, slavery was a deeply ingrained social institution, so socially acceptable that even the Queen had given up trying to have it abolished. With the current fuel shortages, billions of free chaos worshippers born on the daemon worlds of the Maelstrom were deliberately selling themselves into slavery for the simple reason that slave owners FED their slaves.
Sigmund might be useless, but he also had been sensible enough to buy stocks in one of the few publicly owned start up gas mining companies that had gotten hold of one of the few bits of ocean floor that Wong Petrochemicals didn't already have mining rights to. He had purchased the stocks back before the current fuel shortages when gas was still cheap, the stocks had sold for a few credits each back then and he had bought a few hundred stocks with some of his meagre savings. Now those same stocks were worth thousands of credits EACH, and Sigmund had a modest but comfortable dividend to live off each month.
The slave markets had then been flooded with desperate starving women in need of an owner who would simply FEED them, so many that the price of slaves had fallen through the floor, and Sigmund had purchased an entire harem of beautiful young women very cheaply. The women had been very grateful to be bought, and seemed happy enough to perform their sexual duties to earn their keep.
Violet didn't mind them living with her and her dad, they kept dad from getting depressed or suicidal, they helped out with basic chores, and they made convenient baby sitters.
Violet focused her telepathic psychic powers, checking the minds of everyone in the apartment to be sure that Patrick would be safe during her absence, and was glad to see that everyone was happy enough. The sex slaves of course were not TOTALLY happy with the cruel hand fate had dealt them, but they had at least accepted their fate and were making the best of the situation, the way that slaves do.
At least Sigmund was happy, as a naked slave woman loudly faked an orgasm for him. Violet felt very protective of her mentally ill father, he had suffered a lot in life at the hands of Violet's birth mother TigerLily, emotional damage that he had never been able to move past.
The entire story of how Violet had been born was sad, so deeply sad and tragic. If it hadn't happened as it did then Violet would never have been born, but it still broke her heart to think of what TigerLily had done to poor Sigmund.
Sigmund and Violet were the left over results of a Tzeentch evil scheme, the emotionally damaged survivors left in the wake of an ugly evil mess. 16 years ago, the Tzeentch worshipping psyker, TigerLily Muhammad, had begun her meteoric rise to power, a rise that eventually saw her elevated to daemonhood as an ascended Daemon Princess of Tzeentch.
TigerLily had formerly been married to Sigmund, and had gotten pregnant with Violet, but in her lust for power TigerLily had cast her loved ones aside, had betrayed absolutely everyone for the sake of power.
The chronicle of TigerLily's many sickening acts was a long and draining story to tell, a highly tragic tale of blackest evil.
16 years ago, TigerLily had been a mortal in her late twenties. She had been born an abhuman, a type of stable mutant strain of humanity. There are many different types of abhuman, like Ogryns, Ratlings, Beastmen, and the like, but TigerLily's strain was a type known colloquially as a "bird mutant".
Bird Mutants were sacred to Tzeentch, and traced their origins back to the insane human selective breeding experiments of the depraved Tzeentch Chaos Sorcerer Vladimir Muhammad. Vladimir was a madman who had deliberately had unprotected sex with thousands of slave women to get them pregnant and then deliberately performed unholy experiments on his own children.
This brutal villain had done unspeakable experiments on generations of his own children and grandchildren, deliberately cross breeding them with various mutants and abhumans to create the bird mutants as his perfect masterpiece.
The bird mutants were an entirely psychic abhuman race, every bird mutant without exception was born with psychic powers. Physically they had bird feet in place of normal human feet, laid eggs in place of normal human births, and gave birth only to more bird mutants no matter how diluted the bloodline was. It was an incurable curse, no amount of breeding with regular humans would make their children normal!
They also passed on any new mutations, becoming steadily more mutated every generation! When one of them got a new chaos gift from the chaos gods, that gift would be passed down to every one of their descendants, FOREVER!
TigerLily had been born a bird mutant, meaning that Violet and Patrick were bird mutants too, forever and ever it would go on, until the entire race accumulated so many mutations that they devolved into chaos spawn!
The bird mutants were organised into a number of "clans", determined by which of the original bird mutants they came from. Violet's own clan was "Clan Muhammad", the largest and most well known of the surviving bird mutant clans, the only clan to retain the last name of their hated creator.
Violet, and indeed almost all bird mutants, deeply resented what Vladimir Muhammad had done to them. The other clans had changed their last names to disown their ancestral patriarch, but Clan Muhammad had retained the name as a bitter reminder of the monster who had created them.
The shame of being constantly reminded of being descended from such an inhuman monster had driven Clan Muhammad down the path of goodness and kindness to all sentient beings. They traditionally worshipped Tzeentch in his aspect as the god of hope who brings hope to the hopeless, the god of helping those trapped in poverty and despair. For generations Clan Muhammad had been religious pacifists, who dedicated their lives to selfless deeds and charity work to the poor and desperate.
For generations Clan Muhammad had proved beyond all doubt that it was possible to worship Tzeentch but still be a good person, generations that is, until TigerLily rose from Clan Muhammad's loins...
The Clan had never in living memory had a truly EVIL bird mutant before, generations of only breeding with like minded highly ethical individuals had produced only bird mutants with a strong sense of conscience and morality. A few had been less than saintly of course, but never had any of them seen TigerLily levels of utter EVIL.
TigerLily knew right from wrong, she had simply made the CONSCIOUS DECISION to do what she knew was wrong, all for personal gain.
A devout worshipper of Tzeentch, not in his benevolent aspects, but of the raw untamed totality of Tzeentch in all his utterly evil glory, TigerLily had been a murderer, a liar and a thief even before the beginning of her long climb to immortality.
16 years ago, TigerLily had been selfish but not as ambitious as she would later become. She had murdered and done other evil acts for personal gain, simply following her desires. At the time, TigerLily had been embroiled in the quagmire that was the dating world, desiring above all else a sexually attractive hunk for a husband. Being a bird mutant, her dating prospects had been slim, so TigerLily had simply cheated.
Sigmund Smith had been a devout Emperor worshipping man, a hapless rating on an Imperial Navy Cobra Class Destroyer who's captain surrendered to the forces of Chaos and reluctantly pledged his ship to join the chaos fleet in return for sparing the lives of his crew. Poor faithful Rating Sigmund Smith had not wavered in his faith to the Emperor, but had been but a lowly rating and powerless to stop his ship turning traitor.
TigerLily had been on the prowl for her "Mr Right", and Sigmund had had the immense misfortune of being quite a handsome hunk of a man 16 years ago, and TigerLily had liked what she saw.
Sigmund had been repelled by the openly Tzeentch worshipping mutant psyker that was TigerLily, but TigerLily had simply used her psychic powers to mind hack the poor man, reprogramming his mind into her devoted slave, programmed to be her perfect Mr Right.
Sigmund had had completely zero choice in the resulting marriage, a puppet on a string, a slave locked away inside his own mind.
The reprogrammed Sigmund had been madly attracted to TigerLily, and TigerLily hadn't minded in the least as the handsome hunk had crazy amounts of sex with her each night until she could barely walk afterwards. TigerLily had quickly gotten pregnant from this energetic love making, and Violet had been born.
But TigerLily had wanted MORE!
Why settle for just a nobody handsome hunk when you could be getting courted by a CHAOS LORD (who was an even more handsome hunk)...
TigerLily had divorced Sigmund, married Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson, and left Sigmund to rot, removing the pesky mind hack that made him infatuated with her and leaving him with catastrophic emotional and psychological damage as he tried to rebuild his tattered life.
TigerLily was now an immortal but defeated daemon princess, bound forever below the palace on this island by powerful wards. It had taken the full power of Nurgle to eventually defeat the depraved villain, and it was imperative that she remain bound forever lest she once again rise to power!
Sigmund had been slightly mentally ill even before meeting TigerLily, but in her wake he was a broken shell of a man. He was a sex addict, who used constant sex with slaves to ease his crippled psyche, one of the most badly effected of TigerLily's many victims.
Nowadays Violet took care of her father as best as she could. She lived with him out of kindness and compassion, spurning palace life with her half sister Queen Egg Sevenson in favour of taking care of her emotionally crippled father.
Violet checked that her makeup and outfit was absolutely perfect before finally leaving the apartment to go on her date. She had inherited a number of irritating mutations from TigerLily, including long blue feathers in place of hair on her scalp, blue body hair, blue eyebrows, blue eyelashes, and even slightly blue NIPPLES!
It was a nightmare trying to match your make up to complement blue eyebrows and eyelashes! She gave a birdsong of annoyance from her mutant voice box, which was itself another useless "gift" of TigerLily. It had taken HEAPS of speech therapy for TigerLily's kids to even be able to talk, TigerLily herself had never mastered it before ascending, merely relying on telepathy to speak!
Violet carefully arranged her generous cleavage, wanting to entice her secret boyfriend. Violet was a beautiful girl, but she was still terrified of not being attractive enough. She was after all competing with the radiant Mandy for Tim's affections, so she never could be TOO provocative!
Now running late, Violet rushed off to the secret meeting place to meet up with Tim, and found him waiting for her, in a secluded alcove of an upper class establishment. As the half sister of the Queen, Violet had access to the upper class establishments.
Tim and Violet looked around fearfully to be sure they had total privacy, before then kissing passionately in greeting. The pair of lovers were all over each other, desperate from how little they got to be together like this.
"I missed you terribly," Tim whispered between kisses.
Violet nodded and just kept kissing him, not wanting to waste a single moment on words that could be spent kissing.
The pair quickly broke away as they sensed some random person walk past their alcove, they could not risk being found out.
With Tim engaged to Mandy, it would cause a massive scandal if this relationship with Violet became public.
Tim LOVED Violet, absolutely loved her. She was his secret "other woman", a relationship that he was in out of actual LOVE rather than family obligations. And Violet loved Tim, was completely and totally smitten by him.
The pair of lovers had met during a Slaaneshi threesome ritual with Mandy. As a devout Slaanesh worshipper, Mandy periodically invited age appropriate girls she knew to unite with the betrothed couple in the holy act of threesome.
Violet and Tim had been tied up together and endured floggings and spankings at the hands of Mandy. As a devout Slaanesh worshipper herself (,unusual for the mostly Tzeentch worshipping Clan Muhammad bird mutants), Violet had been happy enough to join in with this religious activity, and Tim had had a huge amount of sex with Violet during these threesomes.
Tim and Violet had greatly enjoyed this sanctioned intimacy during the threesome rituals, and had started seeing each other behind Mandy's back.
It had been many many months now, and the pair had decided to be officially "secret boyfriend and girlfriend". They both intimately liked each other a lot more than they enjoyed sex with Mandy, both desiring much more gentle types of sex then the cruel whips of Mandy, and they met up in secret as often as they dared.
"I booked a hotel, it's very discreet," Violet whispered.
"Ok, but we mustn't enter together. Give me the details and the room number, I will meet you there in 30 minutes," Tim insisted.
Violet agreed.
***...
Violet lay naked on the hotel bed waiting for Tim. The door was unlocked and Violet lay facing the door with her legs spread. She had also sprinkled fake rose petals everywhere and dimmed the lights to set a seductive mood. She was already on full birth control, and was looking forward to an extremely romantic time.
Exactly on time Tim let himself in the room and gasped in appreciation at what greeted him.
Tim very quickly closed the door behind him and started to remove his extremely expensive dark suit and tie.
Violet admired the boy who loved her so much. He was a very handsome mixed race boy, half Chinese and half some sort of Celtic. He had the best of both ethnicities, with the dark handsome hair and flawless skin of a Chinese man, but the physical size (and larger private parts) of the Celtic peoples.
His mother was a fiery red headed, and fiery spirited, former slave woman, a woman spirited enough to match her fiercely competitive husband quite well. They had been a highly driven power couple, a pair who got shit done the way that people of such personalities do.
As their son, Tim combined the scary intelligence of his father, the passion of his fiery mother, and the raw drive of both of them put together. He was a deep boy, terribly deep and highly passionate.
Violet made soft excited noises as Tim bared his hairless smooth chest, showing off a hint of washboard abs and yummy pectoral muscles. He was covered all over in whip marks and bruises from Mandy each night, but he still carried himself with impeccable dignity and grace.
Tim was very careful to fold his fine clothes, before then slipping off his underpants to reveal his mercifully large penis. The sight of it made Violet get wet. Mandy had often complained that it was too small, but anything short of a horse cock was too small for Mandy! Violet herself found the penis quite large and satisfying.
Violet trembled with excitement as Tim slowly moved towards her yearning body, thrills of anticipation shooting up her spine. She felt hypnotised by his intense brown eyes, by his handsome face, by his perfect hair...
He was such a perfect specimen, rich yet handsome, strong yet shockingly deep. Pretty much everything women had ever wanted could be found, at least partly, in Tim Wong. The perfect young billionaire heir apparent, the prince of a shockingly wealthy dynasty, yet so romantic that he would secretly date lowly little Violet!
He was the sort of boy that very few girls would be able to keep their legs closed for, and Violet's legs were so open for him that her feet were each in different post codes!
Tim crawled onto the bed, crawled up in between Violet's legs! Violet's pussy couldn't possibly be any wetter than it was right now as she desperately yearned for her boyfriend to just TOUCH!
Tim traced a firm but gentle hand over her thigh, not touching her pussy but SO close that she wanted to cry from how much this anticipation thrilled her.
Tim ran his smooth palms over her naked body, driving her wild but not touching her yearning wet bits. Violet moaned, utter putty in those hands, and he stirred her up more and more until she was half mad with lust.
Violet pleadingly tilted her soaking pussy upward, she wanted more than anything to just be TOUCHED, her outside folds were electric with anticipation, the feel of the cool air on her engorged oozing slimy folds was more than she could bear!
Violet's nipples were erected and terribly sensitive as those manly hands softly but firmly played with her breasts. Violet closed her eyes slightly and groaned at the wonderful feeling.
Tim put a hand gently on the side of her face, and she brazenly sucked his thumb to entice him. Tim leaned in and kissed her hungry lips, and it felt so wonderful that her heart fluttered in bliss.
Tim was kneeling between her legs, bent over her kissing her, and Violet very unsubtly pressed her fountaining wet pussy up to slap wetly against his belly, with all the subtlety of an Ork booting a grot in the backside. Her pussy made repeated soft wet slapping sounds as it smeared juices all over his abs.
Tim took the hint, and reached down with a hand to put her pussy out of it's misery.
The tip of his thumb teased the slippery wet outside folds, and Violet's body almost twisted itself in knots as it squirmed about uncontrollably. Violet pressed her pussy so energetically against his thumb that his hand got sandwiched against his belly, Violet desperate to push the thumb deep inside her.
Violet wanted to be demure and ladylike, she really did, but she was a devout Slaanesh worshipper, she simply couldn't control herself during sex!
Violet's lust mad pussy slapped and smeared wetly against Tim, leaving a wet line like a snail trail on his skin in its wake. Tim by now had a raging erection from Violet's extremely sexually aggressive behaviour, and Violet thrust her pussy about, trying to find the head so she could bury it inside her!
Tim maintained his self control, and used his now rather slimy thumb tip to rub in small circles on Violet's clitoris!
Violet moaned like a brazen slut as the touch sent powerful electric thrills surging up and down her spine, the exquisitely pleasing rubbing tingled from her clit to then shoot deep through her flesh, sending thrills of such wonderful delight echoing through every part of her body in a growing crescendo.
Her pussy was all but shooting out juices like a water pistol now, making a frightful mess of slippery wetness that by now covered her entire pelvis in clear slippery goo!
Tim paused to put on a condom, and then took careful aim. Violet guided him in place, and he messily slid inside her cascading wet pussy, sending displaced vaginal juices oozing out to trickle down between her legs in a messy slippery waterfall.
Violet screamed in pleasure as the penis stretched her soft wet innards with it's unyielding stiffness! Her mutant voice box made exotic bird mating calls as she felt that fabulous cock stretch her pussy so wonderfully as it effortlessly slid in and out through her copious natural lubricant.
It was extremely messy, the way teenage sex is. Various fluids made a frightful mess, their pelvises and even their entire abdomens were completely covered with pungent vaginal juices, (author's note, it really does have quite a distinctive odour, no matter how much you wash before hand. I really am not exaggerating how messy it can get, even without a Slaaneshi girl in the mix.).
It was loud, a deafeningly loud cacophony of sex noises, heavy breathing, creaking mattress springs, mutant bird noises, passionate words, just the general sounds of good hard fucking.
It was sweaty, it was messy, it was gross, but, at the same time, it was incredibly loving and tender. These two young people were meeting up in secret because they LOVED each other. No ulterior motives were driving them, both could find other ways of getting sex, no, this was a genuine romantic relationship between two lovers who had CHOSEN each other.
With all the other horrible shit that was going on all around them, here in this fuck stop hotel room at least, there was some genuine love and tenderness even in this darkest of places, even on a chaos daemon world that was literally MADE out of SHIT.
Billions might be dying, war and strife might be raging, evil might abound, but people were still people, capable of love and tenderness even in the grimmest darkness.
It might be messy, but it was also absolutely beautiful.
***...