Chapter 9G
Octavia Flesh was panting heavily as a human mercenary pulled out of her, feeling exquisite pleasure. Around Octavia were a multitude of other naked Slaaneshi slave sluts, all being "raped" by rogue Wong Petrochemicals mercenaries who had turned against their former employer. It was not really rape though, whatever the men's intentions, as a bunch of insatiable Slaaneshi whores could be pretty much guaranteed to eagerly consent to sex.
Octavia eagerly bared her pussy for the nearest mercenary she could find, begging him for sex. Other women competed for the man's attention, wailing and pleading for sex, and Octavia redoubled her efforts to be the one chosen. Normally, Octavia was hot enough that she would get first pick of men, but these other women were equally hot Slaaneshi whores, with the same supernatural seductive auras as Octavia. Octavia was competing in a fair fight for once, and could not simply dominate all competition.
Octavia sulked as the man chose another girl. She was so horny that she wanted to cry! Octavia crawled around the floor on her hands and knees, frantic to find more sex to satisfy her ravenous nymphomania. She tugged desperately on the arms of men who were already inside other girls, on the verge of tears from her terrible lust.
Octavia sobbed and masturbated furiously, crying her eyes out in frustration. She was a hopeless sex addict, so completely lost to the lust of Slaanesh that it had become a disability. If she didn't have insane amounts of sex each day, she got sick from withdrawal symptoms for sex addiction. Masturbation wasn't enough for her addiction, it could only be satisfied properly by sex with someone else.
The women all around Octavia were similarly afflicted, completely lost in the lust of Slaanesh to the point that they were disabled by the extremity of their sex addictions. They were all utterly gorgeous Slaaneshi sex slaves, same as Octavia, women so horny that they had to be chained up in slavery for their own wellbeing! It might sound crazy, but these women were better off as caged and chained up slaves, they survived far longer when kept locked up.
None of these women could look after themselves properly. Left to their own devices they would simply have sex until they starved to death. They needed to be locked up away from potential sexual partners, just to get them to eat and drink, they would all quickly die of dehydration without owners forcing them to stay alive!
These women were the fucktoys, playthings, concubines and bed mates of the Sevenson Night Lords faction, the property of chaos space marines and similar powerful people in the Sevenson family dynasty. They were kept specifically for their insatiable sexual appetites, all of them intensely pleasing in bed and intoxicatingly beautiful. They had previously all been either chained up or locked in cages in the homes of their owners, to keep them safe as their Night Lord owners battled against other Chaos Space Marines on other parts of the ship, or even on other ships in the fleet.
As the chaos space marines of all factions had fought each other over the fuel supplies, regular human mercenaries had gotten to work looting the other parts of the various ships in the fleet while the space marines were distracted. These men, most of whom worshipped chaos undivided, had gleefully looted the Night Lords' homes, found the lust mad beautiful Slaaneshi slave girls, and had been all to happy to unlock them from their chains and cages.
Octavia herself had been dangling from the ceiling by her wrists, hanging in padded handcuffs, feet unable to reach the floor. She had been fast asleep in her restraints, the absence of any men or women in the room keeping her lust calm. Octavia was fine in the absence of adults. Without breeding age people in her line of sight, Octavia was stable enough to be good at child care, she never touched children and was extremely gentle and loving towards children.
The sound of Owner Wendy's apartment door being broken down had then woken Octavia, and she had immediately become sexually agitated by the presence of men entering her sight. Octavia had immediately moaned at the men to fuck her. The men had been very interested in the drop dead gorgeous naked moaning slut hanging in bondage from the ceiling, but she was slightly too high up for them to penetrate her with their cocks, so they had shot through the chains of her handcuffs.
Octavia had eagerly fucked all these men until they were all totally cummed out, and had followed them out when they left, begging for more sex, until she found some new men to sleep with. Hundreds of cocks later, and Octavia was still at it, her all consuming lust driving her on to satisfy a raging lust that could never be satiated.
Octavia and these other Slaaneshi sex slaves were now loose throughout the ship, mindlessly searching for sex, and being drawn by the sounds of sex to gradually congregate together into this massive slowly migrating orgy. The padded handcuffs were still around Octavia's wrists, broken chains dangling from them, as she mindlessly crawled after sex.
Octavia was exhausted and dehydrated, she was anxious to return to her husband and Owner Wendy, and she didn't want to be here, but she had no choice. She was not in control of this situation, she was a terminal sex addict, far beyond the point where it became a mental disorder. The women around her looked likewise anxious to return to their nice safe cages, for a drink, a meal, a good wash and a damn good sleep, but like Octavia, they had no choice but to keep having sex.
The crying Octavia found a fellow slave that was also masturbating and crying, and the pair of them coupled up, fucking each other in a mad frenzy. Both women desperately called out for their owners to come find them as they fucked, desperate to be rescued but desperate not to stop. The entire mass of the slave women was now loudly calling out for their owners to save them, lamenting in distress in between their loud moans of sexual passion.
It was utterly heartbreaking, hundreds of extremely vulnerable women crying out in lament as they slowly weakened from dehydration. Without help they would start dying of dehydration a day from now. They were helpless as lambs, as vulnerable to being taken sexual advantage of as it was possible to be, and thousands of men were taking full advantage of them without so much as giving them some water to drink. They were in terrible need and no one was helping them.
Octavia wailed in lament, utterly enslaved to her addiction. She was exhausted to the point of physical sickness, she had sweated and squirted out so much fluid that she was dangerously dehydrated, and lack of food was making her weak and shaky.
Octavia called out yet again for someone to rescue her, feeling horribly sick now.
"Hang in there mummy," said a compassionate psychic voice in Octavia's mind.
"Egg!" Octavia thought, recognising the voice. Wonderful hope filled Octavia, Egg would rescue her!
"I will, but I can't right now. The entire fleet is in full scale anarchy right now. Almost everyone is fighting everyone else. I'm needed here in the fighting with my powers."
"You are safe right now with the other Slaaneshi bed slaves. None of the factions in the area near you want to kill your group of girls, they all want you alive for sex and won't try to kill you. Just hang in there, I will rescue you soon", Egg promised.
Octavia nodded in understanding, feeling hopeful that this would soon be over.
Octavia and her fellow slave were then joined by a man, the men were attracted by acts of lesbian sex, always eagerly joining and breaking up the couples in the process. Octavia and the slave she was having sex with then viciously squabbled over the man, pulling each other's hair and slapping each other to be the one on the cock. Octavia desperately thrust her pussy towards the man, but the other woman jostled Octavia's hips aside, and got the man to penetrate her instead!
Octavia sobbed and cried as she sat on the floor all by herself, watching wretchedly as the other slave got to enjoy the cock! She was SO horribly horny! Octavia's tears ran dry from dehydration, not having enough water left to cry, and Octavia sobbed dryly as she frantically masturbated.
These women would happily fuck any gender, and indeed were not even fussy about the species to be honest, but they and Octavia had a sexual preference for men, or at least for women with a suitably large strap on dildo. These women craved penetration by cocks, craved their pussies stuffed by huge throbbing members. In the absence of any available man, they would fuck women, but have two girls competing for just one cock, and the squabbling could get really vicious!
Battles of huge violence and significance were no doubt happening all across the fleet right now, bitter struggles over vital resources, but Octavia was only aware of her own personal battle to find more cock. Octavia was fisting herself deeply, just to get some relief, as she was tormented by the cocks all around her that were buried in other girls!
Suddenly, gunfire rang out as a new faction of mercenaries blundered into the faction fucking the women, and the women all wailed in lament as the men pulled out of them to fight. Chest height gunfire flew above the crawling mass of horny girls, not aimed at the gentle naked sluts, and the girls resumed fucking each other as the men lost all interest in sex.
Men on both sides died as the women mindlessly fucked each other, too horny to even flee this deadly fire fight. Some asshole then threw a frag grenade into the mass of girls to get the enemy soldiers...
THAT got the girls moving. They still had the bare minimum survival instincts to run away when a bunch of themselves started dying in explosions, and the entire mass of naked girls stampeded away a few hundred meters, before then resuming their orgy with each other.
Less than ten of them had died from the frag grenade, and the men had held their fire as the screaming naked women fled out of the combat zone, so most of them, including Octavia, were still alive.
The orgy was entering full swing when Egg and a bunch of Night Lords teleported in among the slaves, and started herding them away to safety. Octavia and the other girls were enticed by massive dildos waved about in the hands of some of the Night Lords, and eagerly followed as the Night Lords fought their way through the mercenaries back to the slaves' cages.
The mass of moaning sluts crawled after their masters, clambering over the bodies of men the Night Lords had just gunned down, yearning for the giant dildos the Night Lords carried. The women were soon back in friendly territory, and split up into solitary confinement, with food and water waiting for them.
Octavia was pushed into a portable soundproof metal box with no windows, an inside night light, and some food and water inside. As soon as the box closed, Octavia could no longer see or hear any potential sexual partners, and her lust subsided into calmness. Hunger and thirst returned to her primary focus, and Octavia drank litres of water and kilograms of food over the course of the next hour.
Bloated with food and water, Octavia then had a much needed sleep as her metal box was carried away to Owner Wendy's home in a forklift. Octavia was so relieved, it was nice to be back to slavery again.
***...
Georgina Wong, wife of Joseph Wong, gazed in concern as her new daughter-in-law Mandy excessively tickled her son Tim, inside the armoured panic room the Sevenson Night Lords were providing for the safety of the Wong family. The panic room was simply one giant room, with absolutely no privacy. It was covered in floor mattresses, and had a range of different areas like toilets, laundry, and showers, all without cubicles or any other sort of privacy.
This lack of privacy had only confirmed Georgina's fears about Mandy, as they were quite sexual but couldn't hide from her in here. Mandy was extremely obviously a cruel sadist. It was clearly obvious that she had genuine affection for Tim, but just as clearly obvious that she seemed incapable of expressing this affection except through acts of cruelty.
Mandy was currently dressed, as always, in a latex Dominatrix outfit. She apparently didn't even take it off when they had sex, at least not until quite far into the "love making". Tim was currently wearing only a pair of white underpants, but had his legs securely tied together and had his arms securely tied behind his back. He was quite helpless, and Mandy was currently very cruelly tickling his stomach and sides.
Tim was writhing and thrashing on the floor mattress, gasping with heavy laughter, and very obviously greatly tormented. What especially worried Georgina was that Mandy had been at it for FORTY MINUTES, and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon!
And what made it SO MUCH WORSE was the fact that Mandy was MERELY tickling him, out of respect for Georgina's feelings, which obviously meant that this was far milder and less distressing than what she would usually be doing to Tim! If this here was MILD then Georgina shuddered to think what this monster was doing to her son the rest of the time!
Georgina wanted to slap the sick sadist, but she dared not do ANYTHING to jeopardise this marriage alliance. Without this marriage, the Wong family would lose the protection of the Sevenson Night Lords, and they would all be dead meat! For the sake of survival, Georgina had to hold her peace and let this sadistic little bitch freely torture poor Tim.
Georgina glared yet again at her husband Joseph, this was ALL his fault! He had set up the match between Tim and Mandy, he had by his greed caused all the problems the family now faced! Georgina wasn't the only one giving Joseph looks. Almost the entire room was gazing at Tim, watching as he suffered terribly, and gazing back at Joseph to see what he was going to do about it. The extended Wong family was afraid, far too afraid of Mandy to do anything to stop her. Without Mandy they were dead, if Mandy got offended and spitefully decided to divorce Tim, there was nothing they would be able to do to stop her.
Tim was screaming with tormented laughter, tears streaming down his face, writhing desperately and frantically pleading Mandy for mercy. Mandy had a sick sadistic sneer on her face, looking utterly arrogant, and didn't even slow down as her husband begged for mercy!
"Oh Slaanesh I love you so much!" Mandy exclaimed adoringly to Tim.
"I love you too!" Tim pleaded.
Mandy smiled, not a sick smile, but a genuine smile of loving affection, and bent down to passionately kiss her crying husband. Mandy then made out with him heavily for ages, pausing occasionally to tickle him before resuming the kissing. Georgina watched in surprise as Mandy became ever more tender, covering Tim's face in kisses, pulling down his underpants, and removing her clothing to make surprisingly tender love to him.
By the end of sex, Mandy was like a completely different person, loving, affectionate and kind. She tenderly told Tim over and over again that she was utterly in love with him, and told him that he was a wonderful husband. Mandy spent ages saying kind and nurturing things to Tim, tenderly kissing him and caring about his feelings and wellbeing. Tim was now looking extremely calm and peaceful, gazing at his wife tenderly, and kissing her hungrily.
Without warning, Mandy looked up at all the people gawking at her. Georgina and the others lowered their gazes, giving the pair some facsimile of privacy.
Georgina instead focused on her husband.
"Admit it, it's not as bad as you thought. Look how happy they are now." Joseph said calmly.
"Yes they are all sweet and kissy NOW, but what about the 40 minutes before it got tender?" Georgina pointed out.
"I know she's kinky, but that's not a bad quality in a Slaaneshi wife. Maybe he will learn to love it?" Joseph suggested.
"Would YOU love it if I treated you that way," Georgina asked sarcastically.
"Yes, of course I would. I'm a Slaanesh worshipper. You might worship your God-Emperor, but no one else here does," Joseph countered.
Georgina frowned at this. To this day Georgina had never stopped worshipping the Emperor, at least she couldn't remember if she had. Georgina had a gap of several years missing from her memory, as did Joseph. One minute, Georgina had been a loyal imperial citizen, the next minute it was several years later and she was in a strange place, in a room with two men who were perfect strangers and a crying baby, with a wedding ring on her finger.
Georgina and those two men had all had no idea where they were or how they got there, all of them suffering amnesia. Those men had been Army Captain Otto Armstrong the now brigadier general, and Joseph Wong, the man whose name had been on the band of her wedding ring. The crying baby had been Tim. Only later did they learn that they were the victims of a horrific chemical weapons attack, leaving them all with severe amnesia, with several years of memory permanently erased from their minds!
To suddenly go from being a devout Emperor worshipping imperial citizen to being married with a baby to a Slaanesh worshipper in the forces of chaos had been beyond terrifying. Her whole world had been uprooted and turned on its head, it had been a horrifying nightmare that she still, after over a decade, could not wake up from!
Joseph had raped her the very first night, raped her over and over again for many horrible hours. He had been such a horrible man! He had apparently been originally from a Slaaneshi culture with no concept of sexual consent, a culture of such complete and total whores that everyone fucked everyone else in arms reach without anyone minding in the least.
According to Octavia, who had apparently been a friend before the amnesia, Joseph had learned the concept of sexual consent, and became a really lovely human being. Georgina of the lost years had then fallen in love with Joseph, married him, and had a perfect family with him.
Then the pair of them had been caught in a chemical weapons attack during the Sevenson Cartel Slave Wars, a particularly vicious slave uprising civil war, and suddenly the wonderful husband was once more a rapist!
Georgina had had little choice but to stay with him. She had been a slave of Wendy Sevenson, and only been granted freedom under fleet law at the time by her marriage to a free man, Joseph Wong. Given the choice between being a wife or a slave, Georgina had chose the wife option, and stayed with her sudden husband.
It had been a very rocky marriage for many years, but it had then been really good, really REALLY good, until Joseph got greedy.
Now this husband that she had never chosen to have, had put that son she had fallen in love with, and raised so diligently, now Joseph had put her child in such terrible harms way. He had given her boy to a sadistic monster, first out of greed and then to cover up the mess he himself had made. It was the ultimate betrayal, Joseph's lowest act. Being raped she had forgiven, but this was far scummier than mere ignorant spousal rape. This was throwing her CHILD to the wolves, and Georgina was just not sure if she could ever forgive something like that.
***...
Stōørølø was a "proper" daemon world, good old chaos wastes, warpstone, land in upheaval and laughter of cruel gods. Eldritch warp storms crackled through its skies, the very rocks mutated constantly, and armies of medieval chaos Warriors battled each other constantly for the favour of the gods.
Flat rock planes stretching from horizon to horizon, rumbled and bucked as they thrust skywards to form new mountain peaks. Mere hours or even minutes later, these peaks then dropped back down to form flat planes, or more rarely even dropped still further to create tempestuous seas. Mere hours after each new formation took shape, it would change into something else, on the whim of the gods.
Located dangerously close to the centre of the Maelstrom, Stōørølø was blasted with the full power of the warp, with warpstone dust raining down from space onto the planet, and the very will of the gods taking shape on the planet's surface.
Even the chaos space marine warbands shunned Stōørølø, for it was a terribly violent and unpredictable place. None had yet tamed this wild world, the human inhabitants not taming the planet but rather they themselves tamed by it. The mortals who braved this terrible land did not rest easy, leaping for cover at the first sign of a new change.
Survival was not easy, but with suitable devotion to the chaos gods it was at least possible. The lands mutated into vast forests of spontaneous plant life from time to time, strange plants with strange fruits that would feed a man. At other times warpstone tainted fresh water would spring from the rocky ground in gouts. Women on the day of giving birth could be rested on sleds, and pulled by swift steeds to avoid and outrun the constant change of the landscape.
It was a horrifyingly dangerous place, in continual flux between the various chaos gods, but also contained unimaginable riches, if only it's quaking landscape could be braved to claim the treasures it contained. In places, the lands ran with rivers of molten gold, while others, even more preciously, ran with crude oil and boiling tar! These rivers and other precious features lasted mere hours, before being swallowed up once more by the very ground that spawned them. The very land ran with rivers of milk and honey, however briefly in each place, and surprising billions of men and mutants lived and bred in this strange mixture of heaven and hell.
Down on Stōørølø's surface, TigerLily Sevenson, the dreaded daemon princess, laughed happily as she unleashed her deadly magics against the followers of Khorne. Giant berserk men, in ornate suits of iron medieval plate mail, dropped like flies as TigerLily burned them alive with the terrible fires of Tzeentch.
Behind TigerLily stood her awestruck band of Tzeentch worshipping locals, looking at her with feverish hope filled worship.
The mortal pawns took courage from TigerLily's decimation of the Khorne warriors, and surged forward in mad hope to join in the slaughter of these enemies of Tzeentch. TigerLily let the fools waste their lives, not caring about them in the least, and continued blasting magic at the enemy.
The battle was swiftly over, not by fair victory, but by the sudden change of landscape TigerLily's precognitive powers had predicted. A vast river of molten tar erupted from the ground under the enemy army, cooking alive all who were caught in it, including her own foolish warriors who had charged the enemy.
TigerLily ignored the enemy stragglers, and instead gathered her cabal of local Tzeentch psykers to perform the ritual of escape velocity. These men and women and other less identifiable individuals gathered close but not to close to the river of boiling tar, and began shaping the powers of the warp into a huge group spell, far beyond the power of any of them individually.
Eldritch powers took shape around the river, fuelled by warpstone and psychic warp turbulence, wrapping the river in a growing torrent of power. The river was massive, hundreds of meters wide and already a mile in length, and the power requirements for this spell were enormous. TigerLily did not add her own power to this spell, letting her mortal pawns do all the work, giggling as several died from the strain of the spell.
Screaming with effort, the mortal psykers completed the ritual of escape velocity, and the entire river shot skywards at faster than the speed of sound, pelting the entire gigantic river of tar up into the safety of orbit before the land could swallow it up again. The displaced air bowled over thousands of mortals, killing a few, and the sonic boom sent a few of them completely deaf.
The giant spring source of the tar river was now like a cannon, compelled by the spell to shoot a continuous massive torrent of tar up into orbit at a truly astonishing rate.
TigerLily had been doing this for several years now, at least years by relative time. This close to the great tear in the fabric of space that was the source of the warp phenomenon of the Maelstrom, time flowed strangely, at a different speed than was the norm in real space. In real space, it had been mere weeks since TigerLily came here. But by local time it had been several years.
In that time, TigerLily had shot so many giant rivers of tar into orbit, that a faint ring of tar was now visible around the planet. Countless cubic kilometres worth of tar was now floating around up in orbit, tar that the hilariously amoral Wong Petrochemicals company would have no difficulty in converting into diesel and gasoline in an alkane cracker at a suitably hot temperature.
TigerLily had foreseen that her wayward mortal relatives would randomly drift here in the currents of the Maelstrom, just a few more years of local time. By that time TigerLily's pretty orbital ring would be quite large, and she could watch as this hilarious fuel war got steadily funnier.
Human misery really was the highest form of comedy after all!
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