Chapter 5(motel)
The romantic outdoor honeymoon party of the Electric Tigresses gang was fancy and elegant as fuck. No expense had been spared.
It was late in the afternoon of the same day that the Electric Tigresses had insulted and humiliated the Kittyhawks, and to rub their marriage in the Kittyhawks' faces even more they had decided to go all out in a very public romantic display of their husband Spaz.
It was the most romantic time of the day, (not that the underhive had any natural daylight), right in the late afternoon at that time when things seemed to become especially romantic. Synthetic wax candles had been set up absolutely everywhere throughout the motel and even in the ash drifts outside the walls, and the Electric Tigresses had very politely "asked" Nebet Tinkerstain (nonchalantly at gun point) to turn off all the outside lights of the motel to make the candlelight "even more romantic".
The entire motel yard was dark and flickering with soft candlelight, (to the slight annoyance of other guests), and the air was filled with soft romantic music from the instruments of a group of travelling musicians who had been hired by the Electric Tigresses for this party. They really were being some smug bitches.
The Kittyhawks were lurking around somewhere or other in the motel, difficult to see clearly in the dark gentle candlelight. Every now and then the Electric Tigresses caught a slight glimpse of a pink haired camo clothed dyke moving in the dark, and hopefully the Kitty-dykes were watching everything and eating their hearts out.
The fortified walls and towers overlooking the stream of toxic waste had been deemed as having "the most romantic view", and had been commandeered for the party and covered with tables and chairs (and shit loads of candles). On top of one jutting out wall tower, (that was the same height as the adjoining wall), was seated Mr Spaz Electric Tigresses at an elegantly table-clothed table with his most high ranking wives, with other long thin elegant tables set up along the top of the walls for the rest of his wives to sit at. In two especially tall nearby towers to either side of the party stood the wives with the two plasma cannons, standing guard just in case of trouble from the camo dykes trying some funny business.
On Spaz's left sat his gorgeous 17 year old juve wife Prissy who was holding his neck leash and dressed in a long skirted elegant(/trashy) yellow tiger striped evening dress, (with needlessly low cleavage), with her long garish bright purple dyed hair done up elegantly with copious hair spray to look like a (somewhat trashy) young noble lady at her debutante ball. Her face was all made up with way way *way* too much makeup to be tasteful, and the air around her seemed to visibly haze from the extreme amounts of perfume wafting off her skin. (Prissy herself thought she looked and smelled really nice).
Prissy had been given the (odious) job of managing Spaz full time as her main job in the gang, (a fitting job for a shit kicking juve), and she did everything from wiping his bum when he pooed to feeding him and keeping him under control. Prissy had by far the closest bond with Spaz, (not that she treated him very well), and had the most constant access to him as his designated caretaker and was never out of his presence for a single moment, (especially not after briefly losing him yesterday).
On Spaz's right was his 35 year old wife Lizzie the ultra feminine gang queen of the Electric Tigresses, looking absolutely magnificent in a gorgeous(/garishly awful) skin tight yellow tiger striped formal evening dress with (unnecessarily) plunging cleavage. Her crazy tangle of kaleidoscopically garish dyed long hair of innumerable eyeball abusing colours had been coaxed into a style that… looked as if it were trying to look as if it was trying to be something adjacent to elegant, (mostly just looking almost incomprehensibly trashy).
(The Electric Tigresses gang as a whole certainly had a… Distinctive, "style").
Lizzie was currently holding an elegant wine glass of actual real red wine imported from a mixed agriculture civilised world that grew real Terran grapes, an absolutely priceless luxury item down in the underhive. Her criminal gang with its many plasma weapons was spectacularly effective at violence, reducing rival gangs to burning ash with their plasma and taking all their (half burned) valuables to fund their lavish lifestyles. Being violent plasma obsessed maniacs was surprisingly lucrative in the never ending gang wars of the underhive.
(The plasma weapons did overheat occasionally and burn some of the Electric Tigresses alive when the weapons emergency-vented said plasma, but this was just part of life for any self respecting plasma maniac. New juves could always be recruited to replace these periodic(/constant) losses, and slightly older juves could be shuffled up the ranks to become established gangers, as the older established gangers were handed the smoking freshly-overheated plasma guns to start their (short lived) careers as new plasma maniacs.)
At the rest of the table with Spaz were his most high ranking gang matriarch and plasma maniac wives, (absent the two extremely high ranking gang matriarch wives standing guard on the towers with their dangerous plasma cannons), and all were dressed up beautifully in "elegant" evening dresses for this incredibly romantic honeymoon party with their "beloved" husband.
Spaz himself was scrubbed up and dressed up to his absolute finest in his (appallingly garish and tacky) yellow tiger striped tuxedo, Prissy had obviously gone to great lengths in getting him perfectly clean and presentable, half drowned in (eye watering) cologne, without so much as a single heavily over-gelled hair out of place. He looked absolutely perfect, as good as a man with his physical debilitations could possibly look (according to the dubious fashion wisdom of the Electric Tigresses).
Lizzie the gang queen beamed at her husband with (somewhat insincere) adoration, and reached a soft hand over to stroke his face with loving affection. Maybe it was the wine and the candlelight and the music, but something about this moment was extremely romantic.
Spaz flinched slightly in fear from the touch of the terrifying gang queen, but she made soothing noises at him until he calmed down. Spaz looked to Prissy for reassurance, and the gorgeous juve girl nodded reassuringly, putting Spaz slightly at ease.
Spaz calmed down as Lizzie continued to softly stroke his face with romantic affection, and she leaned forward and lovingly kissed his lips romantically when he was calm enough.
Spaz returned the kiss reflexively without his simple mind even thinking about it, and made retarded moaning noises of pleasure from the kiss with his (rather attractive) gang queen wife.
For all of his deeply ingrained fear of Escher women Spaz seemed to greatly enjoy being kissed by beautiful women. Spaz might be simple and stupid, but he obviously had *just enough* awareness to realise that he was heterosexual, and to realise that he was actually sexually attracted to his 31 beautiful young wives. He might be terrified and he might want to (constantly) try to escape from the women, but he also sexually desired them very deeply on at least some very basic animal level.
Lizzie pressed her forehead romantically against her husband's forehead and tenderly kissed him. He was her (highly expensive slave) husband and she wanted to develop a strong romantic bond with him, mostly just to show off to other Escher gangs, but at least a very small part of her desired a genuine loving relationship with her husband, (again mostly to show off).
"This is so romantic husband." Lizzie whispered to him sultrily with their foreheads held romantically together.
"Wi-arf…" Spaz replied stupidly.
"Yes very good, I am indeed your wife." Lizzie said with happy approval.
"Wi-arf Prissy…" Spaz said moronically.
Lizzie frowned with annoyance, and savagely resisted the urge to hit him or scold him.
"Prissy is *one* of your wives, but I am your wife Lizzie. Can you say Wife Lizzie?" Lizzie educated patiently.
"Wi-arf Lizard…" Spaz attempted.
(Lizzie again resisted the urge to punch him.)
"Almost. Wife Lizzie." Lizzie very patiently educated her husband, trying to keep the deep annoyance out of her voice.
"Wi-arf Prissy…"
Lizzie softly sighed, reminding herself that she was trying to be in a romantic mood (before she could punch him).
Lizzie very deliberately kissed her husband affectionately and didn't let his mental retardation ruin this romantic moment. This was still her honeymoon and he was still her husband.
Spaz's soft weak hands reached up and cupped Lizzie the gang queen's breasts!
Lizzie opened her eyes wide in shocked surprise at this man daring to handle her body like this! She was really just about to punch him but stopped herself at the last second, reminding herself that this *was* her husband after all.
"You may touch your *wife's* body if you wish, this is our romantic honeymoon I suppose." Lizzie loudly said as romantically as she could force herself to, giving Spaz another kiss.
Spaz took this invitation to touch her to heart a "little" too strongly, and suddenly straddled her seated lap and started rubbing his fully clothed crotch against her dress covered abdomen excitedly!
"You male swine!" Lizzie snapped in outrage.
Some hidden distant deep Kittyhawk voices *laughed* at this outcome! They WERE watching in the dark and this wasn't going to plan!
Prissy hissed with dismay and pulled Spaz back by the leash, raising her hand to strike him.
"No no, don't hurt him. My *husband* simply finds his *wife* so *gorgeous* that he couldn't wait until later to make love with me. It is ever so romantic." Lizzie loudly said quickly, desperate to save face in front of all the hidden Kittyhawks that were in earshot.
("She's not gonna is she?!" A testosterone deepened Kittyhawk voice exclaimed in disgusted dismay.)
Lizzie smugly sat Spaz down and unzipped his fly, pulling out a monstrous erect penis. She then rolled up her dress and slipped aside the string of her skimpy underwear, and straddled his lap romantically, guiding him to her opening.
("Oh Throne she IS doing it! That's fucking revolting!")
Lizzie closed her eyes and let out a low deep exhale of breath as she slid down the distressingly large organ, wincing very slightly in pain as she was stretched painfully. Lizzie slid all the way down until she ran out of depth to go any deeper, almost but not quite to the base of his shaft.
("I don't wanna see this nasty shit!")
Lizzie wrapped her arms around Spaz's neck romantically and began to passionately kiss him as he reflexively made weak hip thrusts with his withered muscles. Lizzie hoped that it looked devastatingly romantic to the poor spinster Kittyhawks.
("You trying to make us puke?!")
Spaz made moronic grunts of pleasure after barely a minute, and Lizzie let out a little gasp of shock as an incredible amount of semen prematurely spurted to fill her to overflowing! Spaz had came too early, this was humiliating! Lizzie looked down to see that *huge* amounts of semen had dribbled out down his shaft to *completely* soak the crotch of his tuxedo!
"Prissy! Prissy I need you to *very discreetly* clean this mess without the Kittyhawk bitches seeing!" Lizzie whispered urgently to Spaz's juve caretaker.
The Kittyhawks must NOT see this premature mess! The spiteful bitches would LAUGH if they saw this!
Prissy discreetly knelt right down out of view with a bunch of napkins as Lizzie continued to rhythmically straddle Spaz with him simply resting inside her, and Prissy tutted softly at the appalling mess she was expected to clean.
Prissy got to work with napkins, dabbing clean first Lizzie's pussy and the shaft that penetrated it, working her way down to the huge puddle in Spaz's lap. The napkins got soaked very quickly and Prissy pulled the soaked napkins away, pausing to sniff them curiously!
Prissy then experimentally LICKED the napkin!
"Hell's teeth! What are you doing?!" Lizzie hissed in revulsion at the gross skanky juve.
"Sorry Lizzie. I just like to taste it sometimes." Prissy replied defensively.
"ew!" Lizzie exclaimed in disgust.
"I'm heterosexual." Prissy said defensively.
"I am too but I don't LICK it you gross skank!" Lizzie whispered sharply.
"I thought you were bisexual?" Prissy asked in confusion.
"Bisexual, heterosexual, who cares, the same thing really!" Lizzie whispered impatiently.
"Well I think that I'm totally heterosexual, I just *really* like dicks and stuff. I even kinda like the stuff that comes out of them." Prissy explained with unnecessary detail.
"Can you just hurry up and clean up this mess without making me puke!" Lizzie whispered sharply.
Prissy nodded and used more napkins to remove as much mess as she could, and Lizzie sighed with relief.
Spaz was going limp now, but it wouldn't do for appearances to stop straddling him so early, so Lizzie continued to softly gyrate to make it look like they were still having extremely romantic sex for the sake of the (disgusted) Kittyhawks, (who were still watching with horrified fascination).
Spaz was getting quickly bored and agitated, no longer interested in sex so soon after he came and losing all interest in Lizzie's romantic kisses, turning his face away! No don't look *bored* now with the Kittyhawks watching!
Lizzie stopped kissing Spaz but still desperately pretended to keep having sex with him to save face. They *mustn't* find out the truth!
"Wi-arf Prissy…" Spaz said, reaching a withered hand towards Prissy, ignoring Lizzie!
"Sup Spaz?" Prissy said classlessly, kneeling down beside him in her elegant formal dress so that her knees pressed the fabric into the filthy metal floor like a tasteless commoner.
Spaz touched Prissy's face very gently, smiling at her moronically. He had formed the beginning of a close bond with his caretaker juve and seemed to prefer her over his other wives.
("What's he doing? Is he about to change girls?")
Lizzie hissed softly with jealous annoyance, and forcibly turned Spaz's head to face her, kissing him possessively.
Spaz was not returning the kiss, but was not strong enough to resist the mighty gang queen Lizzie and wasn't going anywhere without her leave.
Prissy stroked Spaz's hair soothingly and he calmed slightly.
Lizzie decided that (just) enough time had passed and sped up her gyrations greatly, making very loud fake sounds of pleasure.
"What are you doing?! You are in PUBLIC!" The voice of one of those idiotic Redemptionist preachers shouted from the darkness of the candlelit motel grounds.
Lizzie irritatedly ignored this interruption and continued loudly faking an orgasm, finishing with a loud scream of pleasure.
"That was the fakest orgasm I have ever seen! You didn't even come!" A Kittyhawk voice jeered accusingly!
"Oh *husband* that was FANTASTIC." Lizzie loudly proclaimed to show off.
"Just because you are *married* doesn't mean that you can fornicate in public like base sinners!" The Redemptionist idiots continued to reprimand.
Lizzie simply ignored this idiotic remark, the Redemptionist crazies were a waste of time to even engage in conversation with, (and ignoring them caused less drama than shooting them with her plasma pistol in the sight of a guilder).
Lizzie daintily alighted from her husband's lap, dabbing herself dry with a napkin and rolling down her dress. (Prissy immediately got to work cleaning up Spaz's penis.)
Lizzie kissed her husband romantically one last time and returned to her seat like an exalted queen.
"Faker! You didn't come! You just… Wait what is the juve girl doing?" The Kittyhawks loudly called from their hiding places in the dark.
Lizzie looked curiously to see what Prissy was doing…
"PRISSY!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"Can't I even suck it?"
"This is an *elegant* honeymoon party!" Lizzie hissed in a frantic whisper.
("Is she giving head?")
Prissy reluctantly stopped her revolting act and put Spaz's penis away.
"Wi-arf Prissy… Suck…" Spaz said hopefully way too loudly in his retarded voice!
Gasping Kittyhawk laughter erupted at these words!
"Cease and desist in your perversity!" The Redemptionist preachers yelled in outrage.
"You are just jealous that you don't have a wife preacher-man!" Prissy shouted back angrily, finally returned to her seat (with Spaz's pubic hair stuck in her teeth).
"I don't have time for the distraction of marriage, I am a missionary!" The preacher exclaimed in shock at the suggestion.
"Maybe you could marry one of the Kittyhawks, they are all poor spinsters who are just *desperate* for a husband." Prissy suggested nastily.
"They are? Well I will certainly *proselytise* them, I haven't really thought about marriage… but I haven't ruled it out…" The preacher said taken aback!
The Electric Tigresses erupted into laughter, the gangers loudly encouraging the preacher to marry the Kittyhawks.
"Oh for fucks sake! Are you fucking serious?!" One of the hidden Kittyhawks exclaimed at an idiot preacher who actually asked them if this was all true!
The Electric Tigresses howled with laughter, and didn't notice as yet another tiny synth-paper spitball soaked in apprentice clan chymist synthesised spider mating pheromones shot out from the dark to stick in Lizzie's hair…
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The giant adult male Necromundan tiger orb spider waved his antenna excitedly, as he sensed the intense mating pheromones of what smelled like *thousands* of female tiger orb spiders on heat!
The male spider hauled his automobile sized yellow tiger striped abdomen along the tunnel ceiling, gripping the ceiling surface with the extremely sticky feet of his eight extremely strong legs as he clambered after the enticing smell of the pheromones.
All around him on the tunnel ceiling climbed other massive male tiger orb spiders, all following the sexy smell of the pheromones of thousands of females of their kind in heat. The rival males jostled each other slightly but did not fight, it smelled like there were plenty of females to go around for all to get to mate.
The male spiders were completely and utterly silent as all spiders were, clambering down the tunnel ceiling like a flood of bright yellow and black striped humongous fat abdomens. Below them was a poisonous orange stream of fast flowing incredibly toxic liquid, so they dared not leave the safety of the ceiling to use the tunnel floor, simply scuttling along the ceiling awkwardly as they followed the pheromone smell.
The male spider and his many rivals came out of the tunnel into a vast dark hive dome with a floor carpeted in ash and the toxic stream running through its middle. Off somewhere near the centre of the ash blanketed floor was some sort of human settlement illuminated by many flickering candles. The on-heat female spider smell was coming from the direction of the human settlement…
The spiders were already on the tunnel ceiling so they just continued crawling up the hemispherical ceiling of the hive dome where the tunnel joined it, clambering up the dark cracked ceramite masonry with their sticky feet, hidden from the humans' view by the darkness.
Up and up they climbed, the smell getting ever stronger, until the male and his rivals were directly above the settlement…
The male tiger orb spider looked down with his multiple diamond-like eyes, seeing creatures with enticing bright yellow tiger stripe patterns down below! Female tiger orb spiders had bright yellow tiger stripe markings on their abdomens, these creatures had bright yellow tiger stripes so therefore they must be the female spiders on heat!
The male spider waved his antenna cautiously to make sure, and smelled the pheromone strength equivalent of TEN THOUSAND females on heat! His brain was overwhelmed, normally females on heat released only microscopic amounts of the pheromones but the females below seemed to be completely dripping with the pheromones!
The male tiger orb spider was incredibly sexually aroused and looked at the yellow striped creatures excitedly. They looked all wrong for female spiders, far too small and the wrong shape, they almost looked like humans if he was honest, but the pheromones were so strong that he didn't care if the females looked really odd. He simply couldn't resist pheromones this strong.
Some of his rivals were faster and pressed the ends of their automobile sized abdomens against the dome ceiling, sticking thick ropey spider webs to the ceramite and starting to lower themselves down on thick silken threads towards the strange females. The male spider in question hurriedly stuck a web of his own to the ceiling and elegantly lowered his huge body down on a rope of silk from his spinnerets.
It was a long way down as a multitude of massive horny male spiders lowered their huge fat bodies down towards the strange females. They were getting closer, closer… Closer…
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" A human voice suddenly yelled in alarm.
"GOLDEN THRONE THEY'RE HUGE!"
"SPIDERS!"
The strange small yellow striped female spiders below were looking up in horror at the huge males dangling right above them, screaming with dismay and milling around rapidly. The male tiger orb spider waved a leg at the females in romantic greeting, smelling the INTENSE mating pheromones they were giving off. These females smelled REALLY horny!
"SHOOT THE FUCKING SPIDERS!"
Buh-ZAP! Buh-ZAP buh-ZAP buh-ZAP!
Blindingly bright glowing rings of blue-white gas puffed out with extreme speed in self maintaining spinning vortex patterns, giving off horrifying heat as they shot towards the male spiders!
One of the blue-white vortex rings hit a rival male spider just below the male spider in question, and the vortex puffed apart instantly on contact, the blindingly brightly glowing hot blue-white gas sticking to the poor unfortunate spider and burning a huge hole almost a metre deep in his abdomen!
The rival spider immediately caught fire and dropped from his web completely dead to splatter on the human settlement below, barely missing some of the female spiders!
More of these horrific glowing vortex rings puffed out with loud "buh-ZAP" noises, coming from the female spiders below, and these missed the male spider by inches, the heat of their passing causing terrible burning pain in his body!
Other male spiders were less lucky and were hit by the vortex rings and burned full of holes, catching fire and leaking abdomen liquids as they died horribly from this terrifying attack!
BUH-ZAP!
An absolutely GIGANTIC blue-white vortex ring of glowing gas puffed out, the spinning ring almost a metre wide! The ring was coming from a massive weapon held by a female spider on top of a tower below!
The vortex ring rose towards the biggest mass of spiders just above the male, and hit them with an almighty explosion of blue-white gas that obliterated many spiders to sprays of boiling liquid and ash! Boiling spider blood rained down on the female spiders below, making them scream and roll around on the ground in agony!
The male tiger orb spiders' web was caught in the explosion above and vaporised, sending the male spider tumbling down in free fall towards the females!
The spider landed on the soft ruptured body of a dead male spider on the wall top below, cushioning his fall so that he wasn't injured, and he rose up his automobile sized abdomen as the strange female spiders stared at him in wide eyed horror.
The spider was immediately assaulted by overwhelming pheromone smells of females on heat, and scuttled with extreme speed towards the source of the pheromones, singling out a single female spider that the smell was coming from.
The female looked like a human wearing yellow tiger stripes, but from her brightly coloured hair she SMELLED like about a HUNDRED THOUSAND horny female spiders on heat! The male spider was bewitched by these pheromones and frantically pounced on the female spider and energetically mated with her.
The sounds of gasping Kittyhawk ganger laughter could be heard in the background as the Electric Tigresses gang queen was enthusiastically diddled by a massive horny male tiger orb spider…
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