Chapter 4(motel)
The Escher Kittyhawks and the three House Orlock gangs could not stop laughing the following morning, as these four gangs sat together on the edge of a long second floor balcony walkway (that lacked a safety railing) with their legs kicking dangling over the edge, all sitting exchanging stories. Penni's actions last night, entering the Double D sisters' room to play and then sneaking out again right under Nebet's nose disguised as a Cawdor woman, were the sort of actions that legends were made of. They would all be laughing about this for years!
Even now Penni was still in disguise, currently forced to attend a morning church service with the Tinkerstain family just to maintain her cover! The gangers just couldn't stop laughing!
The four gangs got on pretty well, especially since the Kittyhawks came from a different house. House Orlock was the closest thing that House Escher had to an ally amongst the fellow Necromundan commoner houses, and the gangs of the two houses were more often friends than enemies at a given moment. That's not to say that they wouldn't kill each other the moment they had something strategically important to fight over, but they would generally then go back to being friendly with no hard feelings as soon as the gang war ended. Frenemies was perhaps the best word to describe them.
Right at this moment they were all friends, together sharing in the joke of Penni's antics, sitting together on the balcony edge joking and laughing and just enjoying life.
By collective agreement they had all agreed to hush up this entire incident, and none of this morning's daily graffiti on the outside walls by the House Orlock juves mentioned a single word about the incident, lest Nebet Tinkerstain read the graffiti and find out. It was just too funny to end the hilarity so anticlimactically, it would be much *much* funnier to let this play out and see Penni hide right under Nebet's nose for as long as it could last.
The Kittyhawks were, (to a woman), muscular dykes who were only interested in women for sex, and the members of the three Orlock gangs were, (to a man), heterosexual men who were only interested in much more feminine women than the Kittyhawks for sex. As a result neither groupings viewed each other as potential sexual objects of interest, so they actually got on surprisingly well.
To the Orlock ganger boys the Kittyhawks were "just one of the guys", just cheeky, crude, muscular dykes who chased the same girls and used the same prostitutes as they did, (and made many of the same crude jokes about them afterwards). Given how much muscle growth chems and male hormones these women were taking it was little surprise that they acted so similar to men, with so much testosterone flooding their brains, and together like this the Kittyhawks fitted in perfectly with the men and both sides felt at ease.
The three Orlock gangs were "the New Low-Town Chronic", "the Tox Stream Locos", and "the Scrappy Lads Posse", and they were all the quintessential juve-heavy street gangs. They wore black leather jackets and excessive gang tattoos, ammo belts and excessive holstered weapons, and they looked and acted like a bunch of crude cheeky criminal hooligans.
Girlfriends, lovers and prostitutes sat giggling and squealing on many of the men's laps as they were bounced on the gangers' knees or held in a tight hug and tickled, eyeing the balcony edge fearfully as their kicking legs dangled right over the edge from the gangers' laps. The Kittyhawks were not to be outdone with their own girlfriends, and the long purple haired ultra femme chymist clan apprentice was currently squealing and laughing in playful dismay, as her girlfriend the Kittyhawk gang leader held her right over the balcony edge in her lap and tickled her, much to the amusement of everyone else.
"I'm gonna pee!" The gorgeous slender apprentice chymist squealed to her muscular girlfriend with frantic giggling.
"You are? You mean that when I squeeze you right here it makes you want to pee?" The short pink haired extremely strong and muscular Kittyhawk gang queen (gang leader) teased playfully, squeezing part of her squirming girlfriend's belly even more.
"Yes!" The ultra femme young apprentice chymist squealed with laughter.
"What about if I squeeze this spot here?"
"No no not THERE!" (Squealing laughter)
"What about this spot?"
"I'm really gonna pee!"
"Really really?"
"Yes really really!"
"Really really really really?"
The various gangers laughed as the Kittyhawk gang queen playfully tormented her squealing girlfriend like this. Escher women could be quite cruel to even their female lovers and (certain segments of Escher society) delighted in this sort of consensual bullying play dynamic, the apprentice chymist was always getting playfully tormented by her girlfriend like this.
The Kittyhawk gang queen just kept holding her girlfriend in an unbreakable hug in her lap and tickling her, making the girlfriend really beg before finally letting her go to frantically go pee inside their room. The short pink haired massive burly gang queen chuckled playfully in her slightly testosterone deepened voice.
All of the (relatively) smaller Kittyhawk juves were sitting in the laps of much larger adult Kittyhawk gangers as their girlfriends, and were being likewise playfully tormented with bounces and pinches and tickles by their much stronger lovers. The Kittyhawks were an openly all lesbian gang who implemented a "buddy system" for their new juve recruits, where any new juve who wanted to join the gang had to become the girlfriend of one of the established gangers. It wasn't rape exactly, as the juves who didn't agree to this girlfriend arrangement simply didn't get to join the gang, it was all informed consent.
In exchange for being a (continuously tormented) girlfriend to one of the established gangers, these new lesbian juve recruits gained a vital experienced ally and mentor who would watch their backs in combat and teach them everything she knew. If the juve survived long enough to get strong enough and skilled enough to fight back against all the playful intimate bullying, (with just her bare hands), then they were considered full gangers, and got to leave their mentor girlfriends (if they wished).
The Kittyhawks gang was considered to be extremely tough and quite elite fighters, and quite prestigious to join as a result. They took on few juves at a given time and trained these few juves mercilessly to be brutal close combat fighters and brawlers. Those juves who actually survived their brutal training to become full Kittyhawk gangers could then go on to leave the gang and become highly paid mercenaries. About half of the "graduates" left the gang to pursue bigger things as mercenaries, but the remaining half stayed (at least for a while) to keep the gang alive and to help train new generations of juves.
The Kittyhawks were very far from the only such extremely tough and prestigious juve training gang, just one out of many similar gangs, but all of these types of gangs were very hard to get into and greatly increased the future earning potential for those few juves who graduated. As a result they always had more new juves willing to put up with the mandatory sexual relationships and the constant torments that came with joining the gang, with way more juve girl applicants than the few occasional available vacancies.
The Kittyhawk gang numbered 15 members in total including Penni but not including the gentle apprentice chymist who never took part in battle, and currently had 5 constantly bullied juves who had yet to grow strong enough to fight back against their mentor girlfriends. The mentor girlfriends were deliberately very cruel to toughen these juve girls up as quickly as possible, using constant acts of affectionate playful bullying to shape these girls into hard fighters who could stand up for themselves against the horrors of the underhive.
The remaining gang members were 7 muscular athletic adult gangers, two even more massive "gang matriarchs" who were huge muscle bound bruisers who acted as secondary gang leaders, and finally one "gang queen" who was easily the biggest and strongest woman in the gang and was the undisputed boss of the gang. A combination of seniority of years and raw physical strength and combat power determined a woman's exact position in the gang hierarchy, and the more higher ranked a woman got the more privileges she got in determining access to new equipment and yummy new recruit juve girlfriends.
As the gang queen was the boss, she got the right to claim the delicious young itinerant chymist clan apprentice as her girlfriend as the privileges of rank, and she loved to make the gentle nerdy woman squeal. Alisha the apprentice chymist didn't even try to fight back or learn how to fight and didn't take any muscle growth chems, but she also didn't leave the gang no matter how much she was tormented, she seemed to just take some perverse masochistic pleasure in being bullied like this. The fact that she had even agreed to join this gang of cruel lesbian tops who demanded sexual relationships from all their new recruits said a lot about Alisha, she obviously had some pretty dark fantasies to willingly join the Kittyhawks.
Alisha returned dutifully from the toilet without even dawdling and plopped herself down in her gang queen girlfriend's lap with a playful nervous giggle of masochistic excitement, wiggling and squirming her gorgeous slender body invitingly to deliberately provoke her massive girlfriend. The gang queen's strong arms wrapped Alisha around the middle in a crushing bear hug trapping Alisha's weak slender arms to her sides, she then used a strong chem thickened finger to poke and stroke an especially ticklish spot on Alisha's bare midriff that her trapped arms couldn't reach to protect. Alisha squealed with laughter as the gang queen grinned with cruel mischief, both the tormented and the tormentor equally enjoying this cruel game.
"Quit it you bitch!" One of the most newly recruited Kittyhawk juves cursed from the lap of one of the massive gang matriarch bruisers, violently struggling to escape with copious swearing, much less accomodating than Alisha the apprentice chymist.
"Aw, aren't you strong enough to make me stop?" The bruiser girlfriend taunted in a teasing voice, tickling the cursing baby juve even harder.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" The tiny weak juve cursed, kicking and squirming futilely in the crushing bear hug in her girlfriend's lap.
"Oh ok then, go ahead. Break free of my arms and kill me." The girlfriend teased with sadistic fondness.
The juve wiggled and thrashed but couldn't get her arms free to even reach the spot on her belly that was being tickled, completely helpless against the strength of the massive bruiser. This juve girl had only joined the Kittyhawks a few days ago and was as green as could be, her late mid teenage body was very slender with youth and had yet to grow noticeable muscles from the muscle growth chems that the Kittyhawk juves habitually dosed themselves with. Against the massive muscle bound gang matriarch bruiser this slender juve girl was completely screwed.
"I don't seem to be dead yet my love." The bruiser girlfriend noted teasingly, completely humiliating the struggling juve.
"Stop tickling me! Just fucking stop!" The helpless juve girl pleaded.
"Use your muscles to break free like a Kittyhawk ganger worthy of the name and MAKE me stop." The huge bruiser sternly demanded, tickling the helpless juve even harder on the spot on her belly her trapped arms couldn't reach.
"I CAN'T!" The juve girl shouted, tugging her arms futilely without success to free them from the belly bear hug as she squealed with laughter.
"Well it sucks to be you then, doesn't it?" The hugely muscled bruiser chuckled mockingly, and just kept tickling the frantic struggling juve girl.
The other Kittyhawk adult gangers laughed, as did the Orlock gangers. The Kittyhawks were absolutely merciless to their own juves and always tormented them like this.
The other four Kittyhawk juves were equally tickled and laughing, trapped in impossibly strong bear hugs in the laps of their own girlfriends, the mentors enjoying some "bonding" time as they toughened up their juves and goaded them with excessive tickling and taunting into fighting back if they could. Every older Kittyhawk had once been tormented juves struggling in the laps of past mentor girlfriends of their own, and they were extremely happy to pass this cruel treatment on to the next generation like this. As *if* they would *ever* let these new juves have it easy after all the torture they *themselves* endured to become full Kittyhawk gangers!
"We need more juves, I can't WAIT to get one of my own." One of the highly muscular recently "graduated" Kittyhawk gangers said hopefully.
"You only just escaped my lap and you think you're a mentor already?" The bruiser with the cursing new juve mocked the hopeful ganger.
"I was strong enough to fight YOU off, I'm plenty strong to get a juve of my own." The recently graduated ganger argued with a cheeky grin of affection towards her massive ex-girlfriend.
"It took you *four years* of taking muscle chems to wrestle your way out of my lap, you lack skill, you're clumsy and sloppy. Without those chems you couldn't fight shit, girl," the bruiser criticised back.
"You are just bitter that I'm not your girlfriend anymore." The recently graduated ganger retorted with a laugh.
"I was, for like a week, now I have a new girlfriend and you are still single, and bitterly complaining about being single. I think I'm winning this breakup." The bruiser countered, kissing the cheek of her struggling cursing laughing juve for emphasis.
"I'm here to join the Kittyhawks gang not be your rebound girl!" The struggling juve snapped crossly.
The recently graduated Kittyhawk ganger laughed triumphantly at these words, as the bruiser hissed in annoyance at losing face.
"You talk a lot of shit for a girl who hates lap time, looks like I gotta *double* your lap time to teach you some manners, girl!" The bruiser said angrily.
"No wait not DOUBLE! Don't take your break up and relationship nonsense shit out on me!" The juve exclaimed.
"You are my GIRLFRIEND, my 'relationship nonsense shit' is all your business girl." The bruiser growled at the juve angrily.
"You are taking this 'relationship' way too seriously! Just cause I eat your pussy every night in exchange for getting to be in the gang doesn't mean I'm your fucking wife or something you crazy bitch!" The juve shouted angrily at the bruiser.
The Orlock gangers all laughed at this, as did more than half of the Kittyhawk adults, and the bruiser got so offended that she angrily dropped the juve off the balcony edge to the soft ashy ground below in a rage!
The juve girl was fine and got up, angrily giving the finger up to her bruiser "girlfriend", dusting herself off and catching her breath from all the earlier tickling. The four separate gangs exploded with laughter as the bruiser fumed with humiliated anger.
"Definitely 'winning the breakup' I see." The recently graduated ganger mocked.
"You really are a nasty bitch sometimes!" The bruiser snapped back with obvious feeling.
"You completely tortured me for four years, getting strong enough to break free of you was the whole point of the relationship. I didn't ask you to fall in love with me."
"You are a stone cold bitch!"
"I'm not saying it wasn't fun, (sometimes), but you can't expect me to stay your juve girlfriend forever. I will always have a fond spot for ya." The recently graduated ganger soothed.
"It doesn't matter I have a new girlfriend now…"
"No you don't!" The juve down at the ground angrily shouted up at her so-called girlfriend.
"You quitting the gang or something girl?" The gang queen asked unhappily.
"Not quitting the gang, I just want a different mentor buddy who isn't loco!" The juve said crossly.
"I don't wanna deal with a lot of shit. You are staying put with your current girlfriend or you are outa the gang." The gang queen said firmly.
"Fuck! I don't wanna leave the gang but hell's teeth that bitch is fucking crazy! Someone give me a barely safe overdose of muscle growth chems already! I'm not putting up with this shit for a single second longer than I have to!" The juve cursed.
The Orlock gangers all laughed and mocked at this, enraging both of the dysfunctional "girlfriends".
"Shut the fuck up you male swine! None of you have to play "escape the lap of the butch bull queer-o" just to be in your gangs! You don't get to laugh at shit!" The juve swore up at the Orlock gangers.
"None of us are homos like you though, otherwise it might be fun." One of the Orlock juve boys quipped back.
"Oh you boys are all homos alright, just not in the gay sense!" The juve girl retorted sassily.
The Orlock gangers laughed this off and just kept talking shit.
"Get back up to your girlfriend's lap and stop being such a little bitch." The Kittyhawk gang queen told the juve sternly.
"I will push her off the fucking balcony!" The juve snapped.
"Fine. Then come back up here and push her off the balcony, just get up here. It's the designated lap time for all the juves including you until you are strong enough to fight off your mentor, we are training you girls to harden you up." The gang queen snapped with finality.
The juve girl said some colourful language but hatefully climbed up the stairs to the balcony and returned to her bruiser mentor girlfriend. As warned the juve tried to push the bruiser off the balcony, but the massive bruiser woman was easily stronger and more agile than the juve girl, and easily wrestled the girl back into her lap with her arms pinned against her sides and resumed tickling the struggling juve.
For a while all was calm as the Kittyhawks tortured their juves (and their apprentice chymist) in their laps, the adult Kittyhawks joking and exchanging banter with the three Orlock gangs. Two juve girls wet themselves, there was a lot of cursing and some tears, followed by mockery from the established adult girlfriends for said tears and incontinence, the Kittyhawks mercilessly forcing their juves to harden the fuck up. The humiliated hatred the juves felt for their mentor girlfriends would drive the juves to take huge amounts of muscle chems and train themselves to the breaking point, making them into absolutely vicious fighters when they finally became strong enough to free themselves from their mentors' holds.
(The kinky ass apprentice chymist simply seemed to enjoy lap time too much and was probably a lost cause, but she was a really *really* fun lover so her gang queen girlfriend didn't mind.)
It was weird not having Penni present during this happy fellowship time, it didn't feel right.
Penni was one of the more well established Kittyhawk gangers of many years, and had had two juve girlfriends over the years since her own "graduation". Penni's last juve girlfriend had recently grown strong enough to break free and had left the gang immediately to pursue a career as a professional mercenary, leaving Penni temporarily single again.
What Penni was doing with the Tinkerstain sisters was freaking hilarious, but it didn't really fit into the usual way the gang's relationship and dating style operated. Tabitha Double D Tinkerstain was never in a million years going to become some juve dosed up on muscle growth chems struggling to escape "lap time" with the gang, no matter how successfully Penni actually managed to seduce the woman.
Alisha the apprentice chymist might be a kinky freak who had deliberately joined this gang for her own perverted submissive masochistic pleasures, but nerdy chymists often were absolute freaks in bed to the point of them having a reputation for being into weird stuff, so it was considered culturally acceptable for a young woman like Alisha to be a kinky freak. But Tabitha and her sisters were from freaking house CAWDOR!
Cawdor women were expected to be a bunch of good little church girls with little haloes over their heads, sexless prudes to a fault before marriage and considering anything other than missionary position to be terribly kinky even when they were married. They were probably the least sexually adventurous lovers you could possibly find on Necromunda, they would probably faint if asked to do oral.
What the hell was Penni planning to do with these girls? Marry them? It wouldn't work. These Cawdor religious puritans got super weird about homosexuality, they might grudgingly accept saintly heroes like Commissar Yarrik being faggots but they still found the whole thing uncomfortable and disquieting. Nebet Tinkerstain sure as shit wouldn't approve of any of his daughters getting married to a dyke from house Escher who wasn't even a member of his religion.
At best Penni would succeed in getting her face wet a few times with House Cawdor pussy juices… But then again, that would still be a very pleasant outcome. Taste some Tinkerstain pink, get them all wet and bothered, and leave them with intact hymens for their husbands so that no harm was done. It sounded pretty good actually…
Exactly on time the Cawdor church service ended, and the Kittyhawks immediately stopped tickling their angry exhausted juves and got them off their laps before any house Cawdor people could see it. The juve lap time in public could only be done in this motel during Cawdor church times when Nebet and the other Cawdor people were preoccupied, (otherwise Nebet would complain about it and ask them to stop or leave the motel grounds).
Figures in the pious garb and masks of house Cawdor began to wander out of a distant shanty church building on the far side of the motel yard, and the various gangers watched eagerly to see for Penni.
The entire Tinkerstain family exited as one, with a (rather large) woman in Cawdor garb and mask who could only be Penni stuck right in the middle of the group, with Nebet animatedly talking to her.
The four gangs loudly cheered in unison and the disguised Penni flinched, looking stressed, and the gangers cheered even more. Nebet looked up at the distant cheering gangs on the balcony in puzzlement but showed no indication of suspecting Penni to be the reason, probably just assuming that the gangers were simply catcalling at his huge breasted daughters.
Nebet led Penni away protectively to the room he had given to her made up alias "Poverta", eyeing the four gangs disapprovingly as troublemakers who might harass her. Penni looked to her Kittyhawk gang longingly, obviously wanting to ditch her disguise and join them, but she cautiously followed Nebet.
The gangers all loudly laughed and cheered but didn't say any words so that Nebet wouldn't figure out what they were laughing about.
Tabitha and her hugely busty sisters Mildred, Maud and Judith all looked at the gangers with mortified expressions of embarrassment and fled away quickly into a building to hide from view. They knew that the gangers knew and they looked like they wanted to die of embarrassment from this knowledge. The gangers fell over sideways with laughter on the balcony edge from the sight of the Tinkerstain sisters running away in embarrassment, the sight of their ashamed body language was so funny that none of the gangers could fucking breathe!
"What are you sinful ganger hooligans laughing about?"
The laughing gangers looked down to see the red hood masked Redemptionist preachers glaring up at them disapprovingly from the ground below, also apparently having just left the morning church service.
"It's an inside joke, you wouldn't get it." One of the Orlock gangers of the Tox Stream Locos replied with a cheeky grin.
"No doubt something outrageously sinful I'd warrant… I *hope* that that woman on your lap is your WIFE young man!" The preacher strictly rebuked, changing the subject halfway through his words to point up at another Tox Stream Locos ganger with a scantily dressed prostitute sitting in his lap.
"She might be." The ganger with the prostitute grinned back cheekily.
"She had BETTER not be a prostitute!" The preacher warned sternly.
"Prostitute?! How DARE you insult my WIFE like that!" The ganger yelled in fake outrage, making all the other gangers laugh.
"She is? Well I do apologise." The preacher faulted quickly in embarrassment.
"I should think so! You can't go accusing the wives of married men of being prostitutes, it's very rude!" The ganger fake protested as the other gangers laughed.
"Why are they all laughing if what you say is true?" Another one of the preachers asked suspiciously.
"You wouldn't get it, inside joke." One of the Scrappy Lads Posse gangers told the preacher simply.
"What about HER? Is she your wife or a harlot young man?!" The first preacher fearlessly asked accusingly, pointing at the beautiful young heavily tattooed black leather wearing actual *wife* of the Scrappy Lads Posse *gang leader*, who was currently sitting happily in her terrifying looking tattoo faced gang leader husband's lap!
There was a stunned silence, the assembled gangers couldn't quite believe that anyone would be stupid enough to accuse a *gang lord's* WIFE of being a whore to his face! This preacher was as good as dead, men did not survive this!
"Who her… nah, she's a prostitute." The tattoo faced gang leader replied cheekily without simply blowing the preacher away in a hail of bullets, earning himself a gasp of shocked offended surprise from his wife.
"WHAT?! Get that harlot off your lap right this instant!" The preachers screamed with rage.
Some of the gangers laughed so hard that they rolled off the balcony to the soft ash below, the entire balcony was gasping with laughter.
"I'm his WIFE you idiot! He's making a fool of you!" The heavily gang tattooed wife angrily protested her innocence, slapping the leather clad arm of her husband in annoyance.
"I will not hear LIES harlot!" The preachers roared.
The Kittyhawks and other gangers couldn't breathe, this was just too funny!
More gangers rolled over the balcony into the ash below, gasping and laughing as the gang leader husband doubled down in insisting that his wife really was a prostitute! The preachers were roaring for judgement to smite the woman with bolts of lightning from the sky, the whole thing was fucking ridiculous!
Nebet soon ran over to investigate the screaming commotion, and the gangers gasped for breath thinking they would die as the preachers loudly informed Nebet that the Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader's long time wife was a prostitute!
"Throw the whore out the gate this instant!" The preachers screamed at Nebet with hysterical fury.
"That lady is Mrs Steel of House Orlock, the esteemed and respected *wife* of several years of her *gang leader* husband Mr Steel right there, whose lap she is sitting on. They even had their wedding party and honeymoon here in this very motel some years ago." Nebet gravely disabused the idiotic preachers before they could get themselves shot.
"What!? But he said she was a prostitute!" The preachers screamed as the gangers gasped with laughter.
"I was *joking* preacher boy." The Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader admitted with a grin, his wife fuming in his lap with her arms crossed grumpily.
"You dared to make me a fool?!" The preacher who had started this snarled accusingly.
"I didn't 'make' you a fool, you did that on your own." The gang leader replied with razor sharp wit, to the laughter of all four gangs.
Nebet patiently brought peace to this situation, soothing the wounded pride of the preachers until they stormed away indignantly. Nebet stayed put and gazed up at the gangs disapprovingly.
"The preachers started it, we were just sitting here minding our own business when they accused our wives of being whores. They are lucky that we merely *mocked* them in return, men have died for less in the underhive." The Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader informed Nebet semi-truthfully.
"I thank you for doing nothing violent inside my motel." Nebet replied respectfully.
"Those missionaries are not going to survive the underhive long the way they are going, they should never have come down from up-hive in the first place." The Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader opined seriously.
"I fear you may be right, but it is not my place to lecture a holy preacher about such matters." Nebet unhappily agreed.
"No one here blames *you* for their behaviour Nebet, these fanatical Redemptionist boys come down here in constant droves all the time like a never ending swarm of rats, ain't nothing can stop them coming here." The gang leader encouraged Nebet.
"I would use a more respectful metaphor than comparing them to a swarm of rats. They are trying to do the right thing, just going about it in the wrong way." Nebet politely disagreed.
"I agree it's disrespectful… To the rats that is." One of the gangers joked, but timed it wrong so that it wasn't funny, earning just some slight chuckles.
"Speaking of respect… An incident, and I'm not blaming you specifically, but an incident occurred last night with some of my daughters being bothered by some… Romantic suitors…" Nebet began delicately.
The entire balcony exploded with laughter.
Nebet trembled back suddenly at the laughter and his masked face looked livid with anger.
"Do you know firsthand what I am referring to?!" Nebet angrily demanded of the laughing balcony.
"Only rumours I assure you." The laughing Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader promised untruthfully.
"What exactly did you hear?" Nebet demanded.
"A million different stories, probably none of them completely true, you know what rumours are like. I won't sully your ears with such speculation. What are the facts?" The Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader soothed charmingly.
"That's just the thing, I don't know all the facts because my daughters refuse to tell me, but from what they have said they were obviously badly harassed last night. I want to know what you have heard!" Nebet politely but firmly demanded.
Some of the Orlock juves just couldn't stop themselves from smirking at this and Nebet noticed.
"Out with it! What happened to my daughters!" Nebet barked.
The Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader raised his hands soothingly, having found himself the talking head of the four gangs in this conversation, and spun a tale out of bullshit pulled straight out of his ass.
"Well, from just what I hear, some of the local boys tried their luck courting your lovely daughters last night, but they struck out. They struck out so *miserably* in fact that the rest of us can't stop laughing about it. Your daughters were not touched or hurt, but they *did* inflict a serious act of… Emotional emasculation, with how forcefully they rejected some of these boys. For that reason we are laughing."
Nebet gasped with relief at this fabricated story.
"So that is all it is, they weren't harassed in some way?" Nebet asked hopefully.
"Well it all depends on what you class as 'harassment', I take it that the boys were *awfully* keen, said some foolish things to try to impress your daughters the way boys do, but I don't know if I would call it harassment. If anything the boys were the victims with how brutally they got their hearts broken by the rejection they received." The Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader fabricated convincingly. "At least that's what I heard, I wasn't there." He added.
"But why were my daughters so spooked afterwards when I entered their room and why won't they talk about it?" Nebet asked much more calmly.
(The gangs barely contained their giggling.)
"I really couldn't say, maybe they were just terribly embarrassed about the whole thing?" The gang leader suggested smoothly.
"Just embarrassed… Well I suppose that such encounters with boys would be embarrassing to girls their age. I guess it's not the sort of thing that they would be comfortable telling their father about. It's a pity their mother is no longer around, she would have been much better at talking to them about these matters." Nebet mused sadly.
The gangers nodded respectfully at these words, desperately trying not to smirk.
"I suppose it's a very good thing that they are making friends with fellow Cawdor women…" Nebet began.
The entire balcony squeaked with barely suppressed laughter, keep it together boys!
"…I'm glad they met their new Cawdor girl friend Poverta, it is good for them to spend time in private with her in prayer meetings…"
The gangers were fucking dying! They could barely hold in their laughter! Nebet was killing them here!
"…my daughters really need a fellow Cawdor woman to help them answer all their questions about sex and men…"
The entire balcony exploded with gasping howls of laughter, they just couldn't help it!
"Why are you laughing? Is it because of the word 'sex'? Are you really all so juvenile?" Nebet asked over the gasping laughter.
The four gangs couldn't speak, they couldn't even breathe! The thought of Penni "answering all their questions about sex" right under Nebet's nose! They were dying of laughter!
"You really need to grow up, I wasn't trying to be funny." Nebet gently reprimanded the four laughing gangs.
The gangs laughed for so long that Nebet simply left with a sigh after a while, still blissfully unaware of why they were really laughing. It took quite a long time for the gangs to compose themselves.
When the four gangs finally did compose themselves, the rag clad mask wearing gang of house Cawdor dog hunters approached them cautiously. These Cawdor boys had *seen* Penni enter Tabitha's room last night…
The gangers all gulped, these boys were witnesses who might tell Nebet and cut the entire comedy short. The gangers briefly considered just shooting them to remove the witnesses, but preserving a hilarious joke was probably not worth the trouble of being charged with murder…
The Cawdor gang looked around carefully to make sure that they weren't overheard, and the rag clad Cawdor gang leader had the raw balls to leave behind his crew and climb the stairs alone to the balcony walkway.
The Cawdor gang leader respectfully approached the Kittyhawks and humbly sat down with them like equals after first asking for permission. The entire balcony was silent.
"I think you know why I am here. We need to talk about what happened last night." The Cawdor ganger said quietly.
"What do you want to say?" The Kittyhawk gang queen asked carefully, with her apprentice chymist girlfriend sitting canoodling against her affectionately with a cheek resting on her burly shoulder.
The Cawdor gang leader looked at the apprentice chymist snuggling against the gang queen in discomfort, obviously somehow triggered by this lesbianism. The apprentice chymist girlfriend got uncomfortable and sat slightly apart from her massive gang queen girlfriend.
"One of your gang members, I don't know her name, she entered Tabitha's room last night. (Tabitha loudly protested I might add). I want to know what happened next. I want to know if Tabitha or any of her sisters were… Sullied, in some way. Are they still virgins?" The Cawdor gang leader asked quietly.
"Tabitha and her sisters are still virgins, they were not even so much as kissed. There was a lot of attempted seduction, a lot of polite rejection, and then our gang sister left." The gang queen said semi-truthfully.
"I would like to hear these assurances from the woman herself. Where is she?" The Cawdor ganger asked suspiciously, clearly less gullible than the other Cawdors.
"She… Isn't available…" The gang queen said carefully.
"You mean that she is currently disguised as a Cawdor woman named 'Poverta'?" The Cawdor gang leader asked dangerously.
"I don't know what you are talking about…"
"Cut the nonsense! You think that a professional dog hunter like me can't see the body language of a cornered creature!? I can clearly see the cornered deceitful body language of 'Poverta' and connect the dots." The Cawdor gang leader said firmly with certainty.
"What are you going to do?" The gang queen asked very quietly.
"That's just the thing, for Tabitha's sake my gang and I have said nothing about it to her father, or to anyone for that matter. Her reputation would be ruined if this ever came out, RUINED you hear! We have to protect her, (and her three sisters), from this harm to her reputation." The Cawdor gang leader whispered angrily.
"I want you to get your ganger out of here, have 'Poverta' take some trip and then disappear, and we all then bury this like it never happened." The Cawdor gang leader firmly requested.
"You are really trying to protect Tabitha?" The gang queen asked with very very slight grudging respect.
"I love Tabitha, I'm completely, utterly in love with her. I would never do anything to hurt her. Of course I want to protect her and her reputation from harm." The Cawdor gang leader said earnestly.
"None of us want to see Double D get seriously harmed…"
"Please *don't* call her that! Her name is Tabitha Tinkerstain of house Cawdor, she is a very devout woman of faith and, Emperor willing, my future wife." The Cawdor gang leader angrily whispered protectively.
"You and every other man in Cawdor all just happened to fall in love with Tabitha for her especially massive… Faith…" The gang queen quipped facetiously.
"I do not deny that she is a *beautiful* woman, but she is more than just a body to be deflowered and defiled by a thousand different perverts. It is not a sin to find a beautiful woman beautiful, beauty is a gift from the Emperor as all good things are. My intentions with Tabitha are still honourable." The Cawdor gang leader argued.
"I'm sure you are every bit as honourable as the ten thousand other Cawdor men who want to marry Tabitha." The gang queen snorted softly.
"I understand that my chances are not high with so much competition, I know that I am a poor man who leads a gang of men who hunt scrawny dogs for a living. I know that she probably won't even look at me twice, (except perhaps in pity or disgust), but I still love her enough to want to protect her reputation, even if she chooses another man. Will you work with me in protecting Tabitha?" The Cawdor gang leader pressed seriously.
"That's really sweet." Alisha the apprentice chymist girlfriend of the gang queen said approvingly.
"If I refuse to call off my ganger, would you tell Nebet her true identity?" The gang queen asked unmoved.
"My gang and I will hold our silence regardless, to protect Tabitha and her sisters. But I am asking you to do the right thing and protect four women from having their reputations ruined with scandal." The Cawdor gang leader implored sincerely.
"What you say is very nice, really very very nice, but I'm afraid that being very very nice just isn't enough. The Kittyhawks respect *strength*, we do not show mercy to any who are not strong enough to MAKE us show mercy. If we don't show a shred of mercy to our own juve girlfriends, then why would we show it to some dog hunting Cawdor weaklings who can't even find the strength to threaten us with blackmail?" The gang queen replied somewhat harshly.
"You disappoint me…"
"You and my ganger are fighting over the same prize. If my ganger is strong enough and cunning enough to get that prize I'm not going to stop her. You are going to have to be strong too and fight for it if you want Tabitha." The gang queen mocked.
"I don't mind if I don't get Tabitha, I just want to protect her reputation…"
"Become strong enough to kick my gang's ass in a battle and I will think about it." The gang queen said smugly.
"If it is to protect Tabitha my gang will recruit a *hundred* new juves and we will defeat you in battle if necessary!" The Cawdor gang leader warned.
"We will be more than happy to kick all your asses and defeat you as our ganger has her fun with Tabatha." The Kittyhawk gang queen said with a laugh.
"You will live to regret this!" The Cawdor gang leader said angrily and rose to leave.
The massive burly gang queen helped him on his way by grabbing him and gently tossing him off the balcony to the soft ash below.
"Weaklings! Come back when you have an army and we will still kick your ass!" The Kittyhawks jeered as the Cawdor gang slinked away in humiliation, laughing at them.
The Kittyhawks gang felt very strong and pleased with themselves as they saw off that Cawdor weakling, it was a nice feeling being strong when others were weak, a great feeling in fact. The Kittyhawks were simply a cut above the rest, and it was a nice feeling being on top…
"Hey look sisters it's the *failed* husband-stealing Kittyhawks! Poor spinsters all, without a husband of their own in sight." A jarringly ultra femme Escher voice suddenly called arrogantly!
The entire Kittyhawk gang bristled with annoyance and turned to glare at a juve down below in the yellow tiger striped skanky clothes of the Electric Tigresses. The juve was pointing up mockingly at them, waving over others of her kind to come and laugh at the Kittyhawks!
30 (finally sober) women with skanky bright yellow clothes and way too much perfume sauntered arrogantly into view from around a corner, dragging their leashed husband Spaz behind them, and joined their juve who had spotted the Kittyhawks. Fifteen different plasma weapons, including two massive plasma cannons, (carried with the help of counterweighted mechanical-advantage shoulder mounted frames worn by women with especially strong legs), three plasma pistols, and ten rapid fire Necromunda pattern Escher variant plasma guns, were all nonchalantly pointed at the Kittyhawks!
The Kittyhawks froze in horror at so many plasma weapons pointed at them, the two plasma cannons alone could obliterate the entire gang with a single shot from each, leaving nothing but ashes remaining of their bodies!
"Aw! What's the matter Kitties? Too poor to afford any plasma weapons?" The Electric Tigresses mocked them.
"Not our combat style." The Kittyhawk gang queen replied cautiously.
"Not your 'style'? You dirty dykes don't have any style at all! Just look at those tragic clothes you are wearing." The Electric Tigresses taunted back.
"At least we know how to use stealth and fight in close combat!" The Kittyhawks retorted.
"And just how many *husbands* have you been able to afford by sneaking through the ashes like cowardly little bitches? None? Zero?" The Electric Tigresses jeered and laughed.
The Kittyhawks fumed with humiliated rage but couldn't think of a suitable reply in time.
"What's the matter weaklings? Kitty got your tongues?" The Electric Tigresses mocked and laughed.
"We are far more fit and strong than you soft femme bitches!" The Kittyhawks shouted back.
"You mean you take more testosterone than a man just to compensate for something and are *still* too shit to beat us?" The Electric Tigresses taunted.
"Put down those plasma weapons first and we'd kick your ass any day!"
"Aw, so scared of a little itty bitty plasma. While you were busy tickling all your juves in your laps for years on end like weirdo dykes, we were out winning battles and buying plasma weapons with all our swell *money*, another thing that you poor ass bitches lack."
"Without your plasma you're nothing!"
"Even *with* your steroids you're nothing! You simply suck don't you!" The Electric Tigresses laughed.
The Kittyhawks tried desperately to deliver cutting retorts, but it was hard when they couldn't back up their words with expensive weapons and priceless status symbol husbands to show that they were better!
"Look at this lovely *husband* of mine spinsters!" The Electric Tigresses gang queen gleefully boasted, kissing her husband Spaz passionately and holding up her wedding ring finger!
"We don't even want husbands! We are lesbians!" The Kittyhawks raged back.
"Then why did you try, (and FAIL), to steal our husband then bitches?" The Electric Tigresses jeered.
"We didn't steal him!"
"Only because you were too WEAK to keep him! Ironic taking THAT much muscle chems and STILL being too weak to stand up to a bunch of femmes like us!" The Electric Tigresses taunted and laughed.
"Just leave us alone!"
"Aw! 'Leave us alone', 'leave us alone with the boys cause we wanna BE boys'. I bet that's why you take all those man chems, you are just a bunch of trans men in denial aren't you!" The Electric Tigresses jeered!
"At least we don't wanna be FUCKED by men like you hetero bottom bitches! You let yourselves be PENETRATED by nasty ass cocks!" The Kittyhawks snapped back.
"You mean fucked by our HUSBAND?" The Electric Tigresses mocked back.
"It's fucking gross! I bet you skanks even perform fellatio on that ugly Spaz!" The Kittyhawks retorted disgustedly.
"Prissy did but it looked fucking disgusting." The Electric Tigresses laughed, pointing at the juve who habitually held Spaz by the leash.
"I just wanted to try it!" Prissy the juve added defensively.
"That's revolting!" The Kittyhawk gang exclaimed in unison.
"Giving head isn't all THAT bad." The wife of the Scrappy Lads Posse gang leader added quietly.
(The Escher women all looked at her with expressions of disgust.)
Nebet Tinkerstain arrived at this moment to investigate all of the commotion.
"Giving head to my *husband* Spaz tasted really fucking gross! I almost drowned when he came!" Prissy said animatedly.
"By the Emperor! This is a family friendly motel not a bordello! Please don't talk about such vulgar things in public!" Nebet complained.
The three Orlock gangs erupted with laughter.
"Yeah yeah, fine. We were just telling these eternal spinsters about something they will never ever have, a husband!" Prissy jeered the Kittyhawks.
"Let's go have breakfast with our *husband*." The Electric Tigresses' gang queen told her gang arrogantly with a chuckle.
"Good thing we have the money to afford lots of *real* food for breakfast, not that cheap ass nasty *corpse starch* you spinsters have to eat." An Electric Tigresses ganger added cheekily.
"There's no shame in eating good honest humble corpse starch." Nebet opined politely.
"There's no shame in eating it if you are some super poor factory worker drudge with ten kids to feed, there's *plenty* of shame in eating it if you are an Escher ganger from a *self-professed* 'elite' gang of mercenary commando dykes. You *know* that corpse starch is made from dead bodies right?!" The Electric Tigresses jeered.
"We *don't* just eat corpse starch all the time!" One of the Kittyhawks protested.
"Oh do tell. Reclaimed nutrients from the sewer waste processing plants perhaps?" The Electric Tigresses teased.
"Even you bitches eat synth from time to time!" A Kittyhawk accused.
"WE eat proper real farm grown corn imported from an actual agri world, not that poo and chemical synth shit you eat. The corn then passes through us, and out our bums to be used to make Kittyhawk food." The Electric Tigresses jeered and laughed, some of them holding up transparent plastic packets full of yellow dried corn grains!
"How the FUCK can you afford that?!" One of the Orlock gangers exclaimed in shock at this casual display of outrageously expensive imported agri world food.
"We can afford it because we are rich and awesome and all round successful in life, unlike these poor unfortunate Kittyhawks." The Electric Tigresses said smugly.
"Well I'm afraid that we don't serve such exotic luxuries in our restaurant breakfast menu. But we *do* have some rather nice mushroom dishes that I highly recommend." Nebet offered with charming politeness.
The Electric Tigresses happily showed interest at this offer and let Nebet lead them to the restaurant, shouting insulting goodbye messages to the Kittyhawks to humiliate them as they left.
The Kittyhawks were left fuming with humiliated rage on the balcony.
Those fucking Electric Tigresses bitches!
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