Chapter 2D
The Iron Warriors 8 kilometre long Despoiler class battleship flagship "the Bakal" screamed it's way through the warp with Night Lords weapons fire pounding off it. A mere million kilometres behind it was the Night Lords dreaded flagship, the terrible Gloriana class command battleship "the Nightmare Asylum". At 20 kilometres in length the Nightmare Asylum was more than twice as big as the Bakal and had more than 4 times as much firepower.
The Night Lords were absolutely transcendent with rage, the Iron Warrior swines had stolen their Alpha Plus! If it wasn't for fear of accidentally killing the Alpha Plus then they would have already obliterated the Iron Weaklings piddling little flagship! As it was they had to try to whittle it down over time with low power long range prow macro cannons, damaging it only just enough to let them recover their property and it's crèche without damaging it.
The craven cowards were fleeing for the safety of the Maelstrom, a massive nebula of warp rifts and daemon worlds close to the centre of the galaxy in the western edge of the Ultima Segmentum. The fools thought to hide from the Night Lords in the warp rifts!
"Bah! You can run little weaklings but you can't hide from us!" The Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson snarled at the image of the Bakal that the daemon princess TigerLily was providing to the targeting systems.
"Who is this "us" you speak of my dear "lord", it is "I" alone who am able to see the weaves of fate to let you track our daughter." TigerLily said mockingly.
Luke glared at the daemon princess of Tzeentch hatefully, and she winked at him and blew him a kiss mockingly which only angered him even more. The vile thing had once been the mortal woman who shared his damn bed, manipulating him for her own ends and then betraying him as soon as it suited her to ascend to daemonhood at the expense of his faction of Night Lords! He had never hated anything as much as he hated this treacherous schemer!
"Oh Lukey Lukey, what a lot of hate you have for me," the thing said cheerfully, reading his mind uninvited.
Luke snarled at her insolence and unsheathed his ornate lightning claw, a fearsome daemon weapon with 8 psychic resistant daemonic flesh hounds of Khorne bound inside it. TigerLily looked at the terrible weapon cautiously and her demeanour became more subservient and respectful. Luke's rage subsided enough for him to refrain from violence and he angrily sat back down on his command throne muttering darkly.
With both an Alpha Plus and the Tzeentch daemon princess living on his ships Luke had gone to extreme lengths to safeguard himself against psychic trickery. His massive ornate terminator armour was covered head to toe in spell eating runes sacred to Khorne and generated a Gellar field around his brain to keep the damn psykers out of his head! The only problem with TigerLily was that she had other ways of reading your mind, reading the raw fabric of fate itself to know what he was thinking.
If he didn't need her to track down Egg then he would have banished her from his ships months ago.
Luke angrily returned his attention to the display hologram, he NEEDED that Alpha Plus to further his own schemes! Without her he could never recapture the daemon world of Beta Kappa Rwanda 5, that planet was HIS, but his enemies had stolen it from him! With the Alpha Plus he would obliterate them all, the entire plan hinged on having Egg to defeat the extremely powerful Greater Daemon of Slaanesh who had stolen his world!
Luke snarled with frustrated rage and shot a random throne room slave in the head to vent his pent up frustrations, how much longer would it take to disable the enemy ship enough to recapture Egg without killing her in the process!
"How much longer must I wait to acquire my prize?" Luke demanded of his Dark Mechanicum representative in a booming roar.
"My Lord the Iron Warriors are masters of repair, they are repairing the damage faster than expected. They should have been disabled a week ago but are repairing damage faster than your flagship is causing it." His grovelling Tech Priestess Mechana Daemon-Cog mewled at him wretchedly.
Luke spat with rage and slapped the cyborg woman for giving him such bad news, "how the hell will they EVER be disabled then?!" Luke demanded.
The woman didn't answer. He noticed with irritation that he had caved in the woman's head with the slap and killed her!
Luke irritatedly summoned a replacement Dark Mechanicum tech priest to hurl abuse at every time something machine related angered him, ignoring as a group of malnourished slaves ravenously consumed the tech priestess cadaver in an orgy of cannibalism.
When the new tech priest arrived Luke demanded an answer to the same question and the grovelling wretch fearfully explained that the Iron Warriors must eventually run out of spare materials to repair the damage. This answer satisfied Luke enough to spare the wretch's life and he returned his gaze eagerly to the display hologram.
Sooner or later the Iron weaklings would be bled dry of spare materials. It would be a lot safer for his tech priests if it was sooner rather than later!
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Egg poked reluctantly at the slices of congealed blood on her crude ceramic plate with her scratched and well used plastic fork, blood for dinner AGAIN!?
The lost and the damned of chaos were well known for eating some really disgusting foods, and Egg herself had eaten far worse, but it was just the MONOTONY of blood almost every single meal for the last few months that she really objected to! Just occasionally she would like a nice juicy grilled dead rat or maybe a cockroach kabab, heck even yucky BRUSSEL SPROUTS would at least be a change!
The Bakal's last port of resupply had been the Khorne worshipping daemon world of Aumaom, somewhere around the centre of the Ultima Segmentum. This part of space was so full of mean imperial people who shot at chaos worshippers that Aumaom was one of the only friendly ports where the various people of chaos could go to trade and resupply. It was just so unfortunate that Aumaom had been so limited in the foods they produced.
Before the Tzeentch worshipping sorceress TigerLily had exterminated almost the entire population of the planet in a mad endeavour to gain enough of Tzeentch's favour to ascend to daemonhood, Aumaom had been a teaming hive world with oceans of perpetually fresh blood and land masses made entirely of bones and scabs.
It had been full of countless billions of Khorne worshippers who used extremely violent (but rarely lethal) contact sports as a safe outlet for their rage. They were an angry rude people, some of whom had raped and abducted one of Mum's best friends during the port stay! Egg strongly disliked them for that, but that didn't mean that billions of them deserved to die the way that TigerLily had killed them!
The only thing that Aumaom had was blood and bone, so that rather limited what food they had available to trade. The locals all had a mutation that allowed them to subsist entirely on the abundant blood and they had never known famine. The people had bred like flies and used the abundant bone to produce a concrete-like substance to construct gargantuan hive cities to fit all the people.
With the investment of some technology from the outside by some fleet equipped chaos forces, the planet had become an industrial powerhouse that extracted almost every element in the periodic table from the supernaturally self replenishing blood! The Bakal itself was apparently originally built in orbit of Aumaom entirely from the iron and other trace metals extracted from the blood!
And so it was no surprise at all that the Bakal had only one thing available on the menu! Blood blood and more blood, morning noon and night, well cooked thick congealed slabs of the stuff, infused with just enough synthetic nutrient supplements to ward off nutritional deficiencies in people like Egg who were not native to Aumaom!
Egg looked jealously at the synthetic "neophyte formulated nutrient paste" that Augusta got to eat. Damn space marines and their perfect nutrition! No matter how limited food was for OTHER people, the traitor legions always made certain that their priceless neophytes were extremely well fed on special diets to ensure perfect physical development!
The metal table they had previously sat at each night was gone, so were the chairs. In fact every bit of metal furniture they owned had been confiscated to provide metal for the constant repair work! They were all sitting on the cold hard metal floor, all (except Augusta) looking miserably at the blood on their ceramic or plastic plates.
None of them wanted to eat another meal of congealed blood in their entire lives! They all instead looked hopefully at Augasta's greyish white nutrient paste, their tummies all rumbling.
Augusta himself was ravenously hungry from all the physical growth and strenuous training he was going through however and he greedily gobbled up astonishing quantities of the paste, ignoring their begging for him to share. He would of course have shared if they were actually starving with no other food to eat, but with untouched plates of food in front of each of them he would not risk any possible growth problems to himself by sharing his priceless food.
They sufficed to squabbling over licking Augusta's bowl when he was finished. As the smallest member of the crèche Egg barely got even a taste, Mum and Mandy took the lions share of the tiny left over paste and Egg only got any at all because Mum deliberately shared some with her!
Egg was slightly upset, as the runt of the crèche she always came last in squabbling over anything. The crèche would share with each other up to a point, but only up to a point. When all of them were desperate to eat something other than blood, but none of them were actually in danger of starvation, the squabbling could get really vicious and only Mum would make any attempt to share.
They all dearly loved each other, that was unquestionably true, but they were still denizens of chaos and were inclined to get vicious sometimes. The pecking order was based solely on raw physical power, with the giant chaos space marine neophyte Augusta always taking whatever he wanted, followed by Mum (who at least shared), then Mandy (who didn't share), then Liling (who was far less aggressive than Mandy despite being older), then Violet (who wasn't here at the moment ) and then Egg last of all (unless you count the baby Patrick who of course got nothing unless others shared with him).
Egg didn't take offence, once she mastered her awesome psychic powers enough to safely keep her psychic nullifying helmet off Egg would be the unquestioned top of the pecking order in these squabbles and she would get first dibs of everything. This was just the way they were. The crèche was a bit like a wolf pack, viciously squabbling over food but at the same time absolutely loyal to a fault to the rest of the pack.
With a small taste of food now in their mouths, Egg and the other females in the room could no longer stand their hunger and they ravenously ate their servings of congealed blood. It was at least cooked but it still tasted like yucky scabs to Egg, yuck!
Egg forced down the unappetising chewy scabs and, with her belly full, the feeling of hunger went away. Like all the lost and the damned, Egg knew that no matter how disgusting a food tasted on the way down, it was just like any other food once it reached your stomach. So it was always best to eat distasteful things as quickly as possible.
Their bellies now full, all of the earlier viciousness vanished from the crèche family and they reaffirmed their bonds of love and loyalty to each other with a lot of cuddles. Augusta (being a boy) was not as cuddly as the girls all were and after a discreet interval he extricated himself from the family group cuddle.
Egg loved these family cuddles with Mum and her sisters, they would frequently last all night long with the girls sleeping together in the warm huddle. Eventually Liling would have to leave to perform her sexual duties to her husband Augusta (this was expected of all wives in Egg's Slaanesh worshipping culture and it was a huge taboo if a wife didn't at least try to have sex with her husband every night) but Liling usually returned to the group cuddle a while later after satisfying her husband.
With the Iron warriors stealing all their metal furniture the family currently had no actual beds at the moment and the Iron Warriors had even stolen all their mattresses to get at the metal springs inside! It was terribly cold and uncomfortable sleeping on the floor so these all night group cuddles were becoming more and more frequent lately, it was just a lot more comfortable snuggled together like this.
They had spread out what fabric they still possessed on the floor in a pile as an uneven makeshift mattress, mostly made of blankets and suchlike, and it was just big enough for the females to all squish together on. Augusta on the other hand was tough enough to endure sleeping on the hard metal floor by himself without discomfort and he slept alone in another room of the modest apartment (with periodic dutiful "visits" from Liling).
Egg felt very safe and warm snuggled between Mum and Mandy, it was her favourite place to be. Mum kissed the top of Egg's helmet and Egg felt blissfully loved. They really were an intensely loving and close family she had.
Egg didn't have any dedicated sleeping clothes, none of them did, and they were all currently naked to save washing for Mum. Egg was unfortunately a bed wetter, had been ever since the time she had been raped by a pedophile as a ten year old, and she wet the bed every single night.
The family was so used to it by now that they didn't even get up when she wet the bed, they just slept through it. The mattress such as it was was very difficult to wash so they simply hung the bits of blankets and fabrics up to dry each morning on a bunch of plastic cable washing lines hanging from the ceiling. It was always dry by the afternoon.
The makeshift mattress stank of urine all the time now but they simply didn't let the smell bother them. Wearing clothes to bed would simply result in them getting wet with urine, which would make more washing for mum.
Every evening they got out of all their clothes as soon as they got home with the food and mum quickly washed everything by hand in plastic buckets. Mum was amazing at washing clothes extremely quickly and it usually took her like only 10 minutes to wash everything! They then got the tall Augusta to hang everything on the ceiling clothes line (he was the only one who could reach it) and sat down to eat.
They always went to bed smelly (as the mattress made them dirty and smelly anyway) and washed themselves very thoroughly when they got up very early each morning. Augusta absolutely STANK each night, his space marine neophyte hormones gave him absolutely diabolical body odour that no amount of deodorant in the UNIVERSE seemed able to conquer! He stank so bad that even Liling stank of his appalling armpits for a while afterwards when she returned from having sex with him, in fact the entire apartment stank to high hell of him!
Egg didn't know how Liling could stand it and all the other girls had very unsuccessfully tried to nag him to wash twice a day rather than just in the morning before training! He was so stubborn sometimes!
At least the girls didn't smell so bad (apart from the smell of urine), they all wore a lot of sweet floral smelling cheap synthetic perfumes to cover up the other smells and Egg loved the smell of it. Mum in particular was always heavily perfumed, she was a slave sex worker by trade and smelled like a highly perfumed whore house.
Egg inhaled deeply through her nose, enjoying Mum's amazing fragrance. Egg immediately noticed the disquieting smell of semen on Mum's body and frowned slightly, Mum had clearly been fucked by some of the crew again while Egg was away at school today.
Egg was painfully reminded that Mum was an active sex slave on this ship. Mum never talked about it so as not to upset Egg but it was common knowledge that she was what is known as a "comfort woman" for the multitudes of almost all male crew and soldiers onboard the Bakal! Mum had absolutely no choice in this and neither did she get paid, she was a SLAVE, a poor lowly sex slave!
Mum was a very very beautiful woman, that's why she was used for sex rather than slave labor. She was a ridiculously busty woman, a gorgeous brunette who was blessed by her god Slaanesh with a passive psychic aura that constantly excited lust in other people. The children of the crèche had grown up around Mum so they had developed a resistance to this maddening aura, but most men (and more than a few women) found Mum to be absolutely irresistible.
Mum took her role in life very well all things considered. She had originally been a member of some hill tribe in a tiny village out in some isolated region of an Imperium civilised world. She had been only a teenager when the Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson had personally led a slave raid on her village and liked the look of her. She had been extremely brutally raped and had not coped well with her new life as a slave.
Mum had converted to worship Slaanesh after a few years of growing discontentment with how the Emperor of the Imperium never answered her prayers, and Slaanesh had helped her greatly in finding some joy and pleasure in her brutal servitude. Ultimately Slaanesh had actually saved her from going completely mad from her horrible existence!
The entire crèche was determined to eventually save up enough money to purchase Mum's freedom from her lawful owner, the Night Lords Chaos Lord's sister Wendy Sevenson. Wendy was demanding the outrageous price of 1 BILLION Imperial credits to purchase Mum and grant her freedom! But the Iron Warriors had enslaved Mum as a sex slave despite not owning her anyway, so Egg now knew that it was futile buying Mum her freedom. Even if they bought her off the Night Lords, the next chaos faction to swoop in and acquire Egg would just enslave Mum again anyway, this was just your inevitable fate if you had the misfortune of being an extremely beautiful woman in the clutches of chaos!
Egg put these horrible thoughts of despair to rest, she might currently be powerless to help her Mum, but that would change once she Mastered her powers at the end of her decade long chaos sorceress apprenticeship! Once she was able to safely remove her helmet permanently Egg would have the power to make sure that no one abused Mum ever again!
Egg calmed down with effort and just enjoyed the warm cuddles of the people she loved. With Augusta currently in the apartment with them they were untouchable, the non-space marine men on board were not suicidal enough to try to rape the hulking 7 foot tall almost-space marine's MOTHER when he was present! And even the adult chaos space marines (despite being currently bigger than Augusta) had enough respect for their own ranks to refrain from sexually assaulting each other's crèche mothers (at least not in front of each other), they just didn't do that shit to each other!
Mum's soft skin was silky smooth from the beauty treatments the whore house used on her and felt absolutely wonderful to snuggle. Egg especially loved putting her back up against Mum's warm belly being spooned, it was just so super comfy.
In front of Egg was Mandy's well muscled back. Mandy's dad had been a traitor Imperial Navy rating from House Goliath on the Imperial hive world of Necromunda. House Goliath was an extremely well muscled ethnic group and Mandy had inherited a naturally burly physique. She was a bully to other girls and Egg had a very close but somewhat masochistic relationship with Mandy, loving her but also fearing her.
Mandy was not as comfortable to snuggle as Mum was but it still felt wonderful to be cuddled up against her.
Mandy reached a hand back and grabbed hold of Egg's leg just above the knee. Egg's eyes went wide! Mandy gave Egg a few moments to contemplate what was about to happen before the squeezing started!
Egg shrieked with laughter, the spot above the knee was TERRIBLY ticklish! She squirmed frantically, sandwiched tightly between Mum and Mandy, unable to escape!
"If she wets herself this early I will get VERY cross!" Mum warned Mandy.
Mandy immediately decreased the intensity of the squeezes but didn't stop completely, giving a new squeeze only every few seconds, just enough to keep Egg giggling without wetting herself.
Egg had always been an extremely ticklish girl and her older siblings had been absolutely diabolically inventive in exploiting this fact about her. They had invented things like Augusta's patented "atomic death tickles", Violet's surprise side pokes and Mandy's "Exterminatus knee squeeze attack"! As the runt of the crèche Egg had been absolutely tormented growing up. But this was just normal for any chaos crèche, the littlest member was always on the receiving end of the bulk of the sadistic bullying from the bigger ones.
Egg jumped with each new squeeze of her knee, this was absolute TORTURE! Mandy was an extremely sadistic sister who delighted in tormenting Egg like this. Egg hated it but also loved it at the same time, like most crèche runts Egg had developed into a masochist, associating torture from siblings with love.
When you grow up being excessively tormented by playful siblings, masochism was just inevitable really. It was just the cultural duty of the older brothers and sisters to make the lives of their crèche runts a living hell of tickles, arm slaps, Ork burns, "why are you hitting yourself", and a million other physical acts of bullying. Egg had learned to love her sadistic treatment.
This was just how life was in the lost and the damned.
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Egg hissed in pain as the chaos sorcerer she was apprenticed to gave her another stroke of the lash.
"You know that you can do better than that, you WILL do better than that! I don't care if I have to flog you all day long, get it RIGHT!" Mr Scary bellowed at her.
Egg yelped in fear and dismay and redoubled her efforts to perfectly bend her mind into the 71 dimensions of conceptual space this sadistic exercise demanded of her! The only way to get the right answer was by putting your mind into an absolutely excruciating position to "see" the answer!
She promptly failed yet again and got another beating.
The mean chaos sorcerer had a name that Egg could never pronounce, so she just called him Mr Scary. He was absolutely ruthless in his attempts at educating Egg to control her powers safely! He was just so MEAN!
He was a Chaos Space Marine with psychic powers who was apparently many thousands of years old, a ruthless tyrant who trained promising psykers to maximise the potential of their powers.
Egg spent at least 3 hours a day under the cruel tutelage of Mr Scary, and then still had to go to normal school on top of that! She especially hated the advanced mathematics she was forced to learn at normal school, it was needed for her psychic training!
She was scared of the whip and in terrible pain, even her normal masochistic tendencies balked at Mr Scary's ability to inflict such astonishing amounts of pain. She screamed with mental agony as the sheer power of her fear and adrenaline forced her mind to adopt the excruciatingly painful 71 dimension shape that Mr Scary demanded!
Mr Scary ruthlessly made her keep her quaking mind in the unnatural position far longer than she thought her sanity could bare and he injected her with some psychoactive drugs that caused her neural pathways to permanently reshape agonisingly.
"Very good Egg", Mr Scary told her as she cried her eyes out and vomited from the terrible pain after finishing the exercise.
She was given an injection to ease her terrible nausea and was then immediately forced to do another even harder exercise! She hesitated until the pain of his terrible whip exceeded even the pain of her mental pain and she frantically dove into the lesser of the two terrible pains and desperately broke and reformed her mind architecture!
This was, she had been told, the most painful part of her long apprenticeship. Her entire mind had to be completely broken down and rebuilt into a form that was actually capable of containing her awesome Alpha Plus powers. It was absolutely hellish and was only achieved with a combination of agonising mind exercises and a regime of brutal drugs.
Once it was over she would be extremely resistant to the usual perils of the warp, all but immune to unwanted daemonic possession, and able to contain and control her godlike powers without accidentally destroying any spacecraft she was on.
Until the day that she had been completely reshaped, her psychic nullifying helmet would remain on her at all times outside of emergency battle deployment.
After what felt like an eternity of floggings and crying, the day's exercises were finally over. She felt absolutely wretched. Her mind was so stretched that it now felt looser than the anus of an inmate in a Slaanesh prison!
It really was a wonder that she hadn't gone mad!
Mr Scary then injected her with something absolutely WONDERFUL and all the pain and sickness vanished like a bad dream. The sudden lack of pain was orgasmic, the simple absence of pain right now was better than any other pleasure!
Egg squealed with delight as Mr Scary gave her a synthetic glucose lollipop. It was an astonishingly generous gift and it was all hers! She hugged Mr Scary's power armoured leg in gratitude and happily skipped off to normal school sucking the yummy sugary lollipop.
She skipped happily into the dedicated school area for the countless thousands of human and mutant children on the Bakal.
The school was not a building as such, it was more of a heavily policed area of rooms, decks and corridors similar to much of the rest of the ship. Armed forces of heavily armed burly mutant soldiers kept a ruthless watch to keep the children in and the pedophiles out, making it a very safe place to keep the highly valuable Alpha Plus during the day.
Egg was happily greeted by the mutant guards, they had a lot of solidarity for their fellow mutants. Egg shyly returned the greeting and the massive mutants chuckled at her shyness and let her through into the school.
The moment that Egg was out of sight of the mutant guards, a human bully stole her lollipop!
Egg grimly accepted that she wouldn't get the lollipop back off the older bigger child, but she was cheered up when an even bigger bully stole the lollipop from the first bully. That lollipop would find it's way into the possession of steadily bigger bullies before it was finally all gone!
Egg gazed around at the steadily barer school, the Iron Warriors had stolen yet more metal furniture for repairs. She was terribly disappointed to see that all the play ground equipment was now gone! She had loved those swing sets, slippery slides and horsies on giant springs!
All the desks and chairs and lockers were gone, so were the crappy school computers and all the metal white boards. Even the class room doors were gone now! The water fountains and stainless steel toilets were thankfully still here but they would probably be the next victims of the metal shortage.
Egg was still looking around in dismay when a bunch of bullies grabbed her.
"The metal shortage is all YOUR fault, thanks to you we have no playground equipment!" The biggest of the bullies shouted at her.
Egg squealed apologies as the other bullies agreed with the first and shouted abuse at her. The bullies didn't accept her apologies and beat her up until a heavily armed mutant patrol came to investigate the noise and shot two of the bullies dead for threatening the physical safety of the pricelessly valuable Alpha Plus!
The rest of the bullies fled for their lives as heavy gunfire followed them down the corridor, hitting a third bully in the back and killing three innocent bystanders caught in the line of fire!
Egg numbly surveyed the 6 dead children on the floor of the corridor, blinking in shock! Those bullies would not have killed her, surely the school guards could have found a nonlethal method of driving off some schoolyard bullies!?
Egg gazed at the child murdering guards in mute horror. Rather than finding the brutal murder of 6 children significant, the guards instead fussed over Egg with a first aid kit. They completely ignored the moans of the dozen or so wounded bystanders who had also caught bullets as though they didn't matter, NOTHING mattered to them except the safety of their psychic super weapon!