Chapter 12D
The Steel Brethren was extremely bitter as they worked feverishly to repair the wreckage to one of their ships in orbit of Hapela Theta Rho 1, the Night Lords had simply left them behind to die.
The deceitful tactics of the daemon princess TigerLily had killed over half of their number after the Alpha Plus was taken by the Imperium, stealing the gene seeds from the bodies in the process.
It had been months since the Night Lords and the chaos worshipping non-space marines had escaped the system with TigerLily, months of terrible guerrilla fighting against the Imperial forces. The Steel Brethren had fought hard for every tiny victory, it had been absolutely brutal.
They had had to borrow from the extremely sneaky tactics of the Night Lords to finally capture a troop shuttle, so that they could finally escape the planet and attempt to repair a ship to escape the system.
The Iron Warriors legion was easily the most technology savvy of the traitor legions, and the Steel Brethren were no exception. Despite having no slaves and no help, the few hundred surviving chaos space marines were making progress in getting their flagship "the Bakal" operational.
The orbit around Hapela Theta Rho 1 was thankfully choked with wrecked space ships to provide the spare parts, and they had found enough undamaged parts from all the other wrecks to repair a single battle ship sufficiently to escape to warp. All it took was a lot of time and hard work.
For months they had been working without rest, not even stopping to sleep, spending every available second on feverish repair work. And now finally it was almost complete.
With a sigh of relief Warsmith Victus Ironboot personally completed the final repair. The ship was far from battle ready, but it was now mobile and warp capable.
The Bakal was filled to bursting with the best loot taken from the wrecked Night Lords ships, they had more than enough to buy everything they needed from a friendly port to properly repair and rebuild. Even better they had a large stock of fabulous Tau weaponry to install on their ship later. A quick port stop to buy millions of slaves and they would have the manpower needed.
The Bakal powered up feebly, not having enough Deuterium to run at optimal performance, and it instantly engaged it's warp drive, not mucking around at all.
The Bakal was in the warp for barely a few minutes before it dropped out again in deep space. The Bakal then did another tiny warp hop, and another after that. They were taking limping baby steps desperately conserving fuel.
Finally by random chance the feeble passive sensors of the Bakal detected a rogue ice body billions of miles away in the distance. The Steel Brethren all cheered, they were saved.
A quick warp hop carried the Bakal to the ice body a second later and the space marines eagerly hooked it with a harpoon.
It was a tiny thing barely 400 meters in length and composed of various volatile space gunk such as ice, frozen methane, nitrogen compounds and general dust and debris. It wasn't much but it did contain at least a few kilograms of deuterium.
The Steel Brethren eagerly cut the ice body up into chunks and carried it into the ship for deuterium extraction. It wasn't much but it would be just enough for the next warp hop.
The sensors anxiously peered around looking for something, ANYTHING, that they could extract deuterium from nearby. This area of space was extremely barren of volatiles, the supernova that created the pulsar neutron star millions of years ago had blown away most of the floating space detritus that would usually be here.
It seemed that the ice body they had found was a fluke object that had drifted into the area from far outside the area.
For many hours the Bakal just sat in space, saving fuel as the sensors frantically scanned the surrounding space for any more floating ice bodies. The ship drifted silently through deep space, surrounded by bleak emptiness.
The hours became days before the radar ping they had sent out finally returned, revealing a depressingly small chunk of ice that was too small to show up on the other sensors. The Steel Brethren groaned, it wasn't worth the fuel of the warp hop to mine such a small ice body.
They decided to risk it anyway and hopped to find a chunk of mostly rock surrounded by ice, the entire object was a mere 40 meters across. The Steel Brethren took the worthless thing inside all the same and extracted every last molecule of deuterium it had to offer.
This was looking really bleak.
***...
Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson had problems of his own as the Nightmare Asylum was towed out of the warp into the Maelstrom by the Orphan Blender with a long towing cable.
His beautiful flagship was even more badly trashed then it was in the aftermath of the battle when Egg used her powers to defeat a greater daemon of the plague god Nurgle who had taken over the ship. And that was really saying something! Between the corrosive decay of Nurgle and the destructive force of Egg, the ship had been in a shocking state of damage.
But now the damage was somehow worse then it had ever been before.
The combined firepower of 4 entire planets covered in laser batteries had focused on the Nightmare Asylum and had pretty much destroyed it. Gaping holes were burned right through it, the entire outer hull had burned away, and all that was left was a badly mutilated knot of inner super structure.
The crew had already been wearing space suits before the ship depressurised and had been cowering deep inside the guts of the ship for safety, allowing a surprising number to survive. The remaining superstructure had been thankfully bulky enough to absorb the deadly radiation from the pulsar.
After the lasers stopped shooting, the crew had set up crude pressurised synthetic polymer tents all throughout the guts of ship to provide the bare minimum pressurised environments needed to remove the space suits to eat, drink and toilet. It had been absolutely disgusting in those tents.
The crew had spent months sleeping inside their space suits, out in the vacuum exposed guts of the super structure, there simply were not enough tents to waste on using them as a place to sleep. The electric atmosphere processors in the space suits had recycled every single fart, using the most economical power setting to keep the air only just breathable.
Luke and the other space marines had frantically relocated to the Orphan Blender, as had everyone else in any position of power or status, leaving only the poor and weak to stay on the Nightmare Asylum in their disgusting space suits.
Luke eagerly took another breath of fresh clean air, it was such a pleasure after months of rebreathing his own stale farts.
The Orphan Blender was wonderfully clean, well maintained and had almost a full tank of deuterium fuel. It was TigerLily's personal ship, purchased by her years ago from the old Night Lords fleet with her considerable life savings of her ill gotten gains.
The ship was without a doubt a place after TigerLily's own heart, full of the arcane crap she collected. A modest crew tended to her onboard zoo of interesting life forms in cages, dusted her libraries full of occult books, and kept all sorts of unfathomable magical rituals going around the clock.
Every last inch of wall space was carved with occult symbols that visibly glowed with arcane power, so much so that the ship didn't require any electric lighting. The dull glow bathed everything from every direction, so that there were no shadows anywhere.
Luke was currently reclining in a massive sofa, surrounded by his 5 favourite concubines who were fussing over his Terminator armour. The concubines were provocatively licking bits of cloth and then using the cloth to polish his magnificent armour. Luke enjoyed the provocative female attention, he was very comfortable around these beautiful women.
The concubines noticed that their Lord and Master had still not focused his attention on them, so they decided to try a more provocative approach. As one the concubines started to lick his armour directly with their tongues, moaning as they did so to excite him.
Luke didn't mind this at all but also did not shift his attention to the concubines, taking them completely for granted as creatures who existed solely for his pleasure. Luke was brooding about his defeat at Hapela Theta Rho, thinking dark thoughts about the uncertain future.
The concubines got impatient at his lack of attention and finally started licking the exposed skin of his clean shaven face directly. Even Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson was unable to simply ignore it when someone was licking his face, and he turned his attention to the 5 exquisitely beautiful women who were enthusiastically licking his face all over.
The concubines moaned happily to be at the centre of their Master's attention and the face licking became more enthusiastic. Luke felt his manhood swell uncomfortably in the confined space of his terminator armour groin plate and he shifted uncomfortably as the growing erection had nowhere to go.
Luke sighed and fumbled to remove the groin plate with his armoured hands. The concubines made excited noises and squabbled among themselves over who got to go first. With a gasp Luke pulled away the groin plate to reveal his sizeable erect penis, proportionally large to match his gigantic body.
The concubines squabbled like alley cats over the penis, pulling each other's hair to keep the others from sucking it.
Luke sighed, "I don't care who goes first, I just want SOMEONE to suck my cock."
"If you insist ex husband", came the smirking voice of TigerLily.
Luke didn't even have time to comprehend these words before the concubines were shoved away by blasts of psychic force and a giant blue blur shot into the room and he felt a mouth sucking his cock.
Luke's eyes went wide and he gazed down in horror at the blue feathered head of TigerLily, who was messily performing fellatio on him enthusiastically. A muscle in Luke's face twitched as he sat frozen in place. He was very aware of her razor sharp TEETH that could bite off his cock as quick as blinking.
Luke completely froze as he felt TigerLily's razor sharp daemonic teeth pinch the base of his penis, she quite literally had him by the private parts. Any sudden movements on his part would make her bite it off!
TigerLily giggled reading his mind and continued sucking passionately. Luke fearfully remained still as a statue.
Despite the peril he was in, TigerLily was supernaturally skilled at everything, including giving awesome head, and Luke quickly got into it. He shrugged, what the hell, this was actually pretty amazing.
TigerLily smirked happily and sucked Luke to orgasm, swallowing his semen before taking her mouth away without biting anything off. Luke glared at her with a strange mix of hostility and affection, having extremely mixed feelings about his ex wife.
"You're welcome", she sang at him in an affectionate singsong voice.
Luke grabbed her blue daemonic head roughly and gave her a passionate kiss, deciding that he was in the mood now. TigerLily delightedly reciprocated and picked him up in her arms like a baby and carried him over to his massive bed where the concubines were now all sulking.
TigerLily psychically flicked the concubines off the bed and enjoyed Luke all to herself for the next few hours.
A few hours later Luke was laying in bed with TigerLily, gazing at her with a psychopath equivalent of tenderness. Her daemonic robes had vanished in puffs of blue smoke early on in the love making to reveal an intensely feminine body.
TigerLily looked very different without the robes. Normally she looked exactly like a greater daemon of Tzeentch, only slightly smaller and with a blue skinned human face rather than a bird's face. She was covered by blue feathers like a bird, and with her robes on she seemed to have feathers covering everything except her face, hands and bird talon feet.
But without the robes she was revealed to have a completely featherless torso, all pale blue smooth sensuous skin covering a highly erotic body. Luke ran his hands all over her torso, exploring every inch and squeezing her massive breasts. TigerLily chirped in happy birdsong as Luke slipped a finger inside her and gave her another orgasm.
"I adore you", Luke admitted simply.
And it was true, the two psychopaths were positively made for each other.
"I likewise cherish you Luke", TigerLily said beaming at her on again off again psychopathic lover.
Luke sighed deeply and said, "I know that things have been strained between us of late, but do you ever regret the divorce?"
TigerLily paused for effect before saying, "it was necessary for the fates to align properly, it was all part of Tzeentch's plan. I don't regret it, but I strongly hope for a future that includes you by my side.
"Want to give the marriage another go?" Luke asked.
"I will betray you, it is my nature. I cannot promise you anything at all, neither faithfulness nor loyalty. I am genuinely touched, but as someone who retains some tiny little shred of concern for your wellbeing, I advise against this idea." TigerLily said with uncharacteristic honesty.
"What about love? Can you promise me love?" Luke asked.
"Yes, that is one thing that I can promise you. Even at the times I will betray you in terrible ways, I will still love you. I'm perfectly able to feel the emotion of love, I am merely unable to control my unpredictable nature." TigerLily said cheerfully.
"What do you want?" Luke asked.
"I personally want to be your wife again, it will be a dangerous ride (for you), but exciting every step of the way", TigerLily said blissfully.
"It's decided then, let's get back together", Luke said affectionately.
"You really are a twit", TigerLily said affectionately and kissed him happy in answer.
***...
The planet Mia Rho was in every respect an Imperial hive world.
Almost the entire land mass of the planet was covered in a ten mile high plateau of massive structures, pierced by deep plunging ravines full of heat exchangers and atmosphere extractors. The plateau extended far out into the shallower parts of the vast oceans, only ending where the water got too deep.
The only land that remained uncovered by buildings was the "hot lands", deserts far from any body of water and too hot to be used by the cooling systems. These hot lands were a dumping ground for terawatts of unwanted waste heat, actively dumped by heat pumps as the only safe place to dispose of the heat of intense industry.
Mia Rho was a very very hot place outside of the air conditioned structures, it was a planet suffering from catastrophic human induced greenhouse effect.
Thousands of years of using imported fossil fuels to power their industry had rendered the outside air so thick with carbon dioxide that it was unbreathable to humans and the average outside air temperature was now 60 degrees Celsius.
Too late the planet had moved to renewable energy, and now the planet was fighting a desperate battle to suck away enough carbon dioxide to bring the temperature back down before the planet became unliveable.
The planet was a type 1 civilisation, able to harness virtually 100 percent of the planet's energy sources, and this made it hot, REALLY hot. Every photon of incoming sunlight was absorbed greedily by black multi spectrum solar panels that coated every square inch of the plateau of structures, every gust of wind was captured by wind turbines. Every drop of rain was used to power hydroelectric turbines, every wave in the sea was harnessed, and most especially, every joule of geothermal heat was extracted and used to generate electricity.
The oceans were the only relatively cool place left, and they were used ruthlessly to cool down these energy systems. Gigantic pipes covered the sea floor in the deepest parts of the oceans, sucking in the cold water at the bottom of the ocean constantly and pumping it into the hive plateaus. This water was then mostly used to cool down the endless geothermal power stations and other heat producers, before having raw sewage added to it and having the hot mixture dumped into the surface of the oceans.
The rich mixture of hot sewerage created the perfect growing environment for massive blooms of heat loving photosynthetic bacteria and algae, which quickly died off as it got further away from the nutrient rich shores and floated out to sea, dropped down to the ocean floor and taking the carbon dioxide away with it to form thick beds of carbon trapping sediment.
Despite this deliberate process of using algal blooms to remove carbon dioxide, it simply wasn't fast enough to bring the temperature down noticeably in a human lifetime. It would be centuries at least before the air temperature was once again down to tolerable levels.
As bad as the environmental problems were, the economic problems were even worse. The planet had far too many people, many trillions of them in fact, and finding employment for this multitude was no easy task.
Despite generations of highly aggressive campaigns to reduce unemployment and create jobs, the problem was not improving. Billions of make work jobs had been created, huge industry contracts had been obtained, and endless multitudes of unemployed people were conscripted into the imperial guard and imperial navy, but it was barely a drop in an ocean of unemployment.
Mia Rho had the industrial output of a small forge world, but this still wasn't enough.
The main industries were aerospace manufacturing, synthetic diamond creation, the energy industry, and energy intensive industries such as aluminium smelting. Quadrillions of Imperial credits passed through the planet every second, but it was never enough to tackle the rampant poverty.
Deep down in the unending mass of the hive plateau, trillions of desperate hungry people languished in squalid overcrowded slums. Down in the slums the people never really encountered much in the way of imperial government organisations. The births went unrecorded, no one here paid taxes, and it was easy to live an entire life without anyone in power having any record that you even existed.
In one such particularly squalid and undocumented slum, a group of chaos cultists of Tzeentch were hard at work in a massive ritual. They were SICK of living in poverty and despair, they wanted so desperately to achieve something in life beyond merely languishing in near starvation.
On the floor was drawn an arcane summoning circle and around it danced the chanting cultists.
"TigerLily, daemon princess of Tzeentch, come forth we beg of you!" Screamed the cultists, calling on the name of the terrible chaos daemon who would help them.
"TigerLily!" The cultists chanted over and over again.
The summoning circle blazed with fierce magenta energy as they screamed the name of the daemon, invoking words of terrible power to split open the veil of reality and allow her to step forward.
With a blinding flash a terrible evil presence appeared in the circle, a magnificent creature with giant wings and billowing robes. The cultists bellowed and screamed with the most overwhelming hope and rushed forward to break the circle to let the daemon out.
The glorious TigerLily stepped out of the circle with a radiant smile and everyone in the room prostrated themselves on the floor before her in grovelling worship. TigerLily smirked and theatrically accepted the praise with an amused grin.
"Thanks for the summoning, faithful ones of Tzeentch. You and your entire slum will now be gainfully employed repairing the flagship of a chaos lord. The pay will be in gold coins, in case you were wondering. Come now, we have a warp gateway to construct." TigerLily told them with maniacal joy.
The cultists all cheered, they were going to escape from poverty now!
***...
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson balked at the latest drain on her carefully hoarded stash of gold, TigerLily was UNBELIEVABLE!
After a month of TigerLily's absence off on some Imperial Hive World, a strange giant arcane ring structure in amongst the other cluttered occult junk TigerLily hoarded suddenly burst into life and opened a warp corridor out of which marched TigerLily accompanied by an endless army of slum dwellers.
Wendy would have been perfectly happy to simply enslave these people, but TigerLily was instead insisting that Wendy and the others actually PAY them! It was appalling!
Wendy frantically got her Slaanesh worshipping slaves that Egg hadn't stolen to melt down her supply of gold and mix it with inexpensive copper to bulk it out for the new coins, all flat thin disks with no markings of any kind, and this was helping stretch it out a bit.
With all the lost ships, a huge amount of Wendy's vast hoard of wealth had been lost. She was reduced to the few thousand tons of treasure that she had taken with her down to Hapela Theta Rho 1, plus what little had survived onboard the Nightmare Asylum in her personal treasure vaults.
Wendy wept as another BILLION unemployed hopefuls marched through the massive warp gate over the course of the day, she had to somehow pay all of these people.
The number of slum tramps was apparently endless. They trudged in a never ending mass back and forth through the warp gate, which was divided in two lanes by a fence in the middle to keep the traffic moving. The Orphan Blender had been hastily connected by docking tubes to an ever growing space shanty hive of workshops, docks and factories.
The Orphan Blender, it's connected Hive shanty and the towed Nightmare Asylum were currently orbiting a rogue metallic asteroid 1000 kilometres in diameter, out in deep space in the absolute middle of nowhere in the Maelstrom. It was cold and thankless as locations went, but it had the advantage of being completely uncontested as a source of free building materials.
Millions of workers in hastily mass produced space suits were currently swarming all over the asteroid, cutting it up into easily carried chunks for transport back to the shanty hive. Once there, millions more workers processed this material into a plethora of things needed for the construction and repairs. After that, millions more used this processed material to do repairs on the Nightmare Asylum and extend the shanty hive still further.
And every single one of these workers expected and demanded to be paid at the end of each day of work...
Wendy lamented, this was sending her bankrupt. Even with using the thinnest and smallest gold coins the workers would accept and cutting the gold with as much copper as she could get away with, paying all these people was an impossible task with the wealth the Night Lords had left.
The only reason they hadn't already defaulted on payments was because of the gold they had managed to extract from the asteroid. In a few days at most Wendy would be totally broke!
The psychic voice of TigerLily tittered in Wendy's mind and Wendy felt intense hatred for the treacherous woman.
"Oh poor little Wendy, you are almost as poor as a mere king now. Oh how my heart breaks for you." TigerLily mocked in Wendy's mind.
"What the fuck were you thinking by paying these people! In a few days we will have nothing left!" Wendy thought back angrily.
TigerLily smirked and replied, "I'm giving hope to billions of people who have never felt hope before. This in turn strengthens Tzeentch in the great game of the gods and grants me favour."
"But what happens when the gold runs out?" Wendy asked acidly.
"By that time the cult of Tzeentch on Mia Rho will have gained so many new converts that they will be able to rob a number of financial districts to keep the cash flow rolling." TigerLily replied smugly.
Wendy grumbled at this and moved to look out the window of the viewing tower she was standing in at the rear of the Orphan Blender. Outside she saw the dark metallic bulk of the Nightmare Asylum.
The flagship was absolutely huge, a full 20 kilometres in length, and it was currently brightly illuminated by the harsh blue glare of tens of millions of plasma welders. Vast multitudes of unskilled but enthusiastic slum tramps were being directed by stressed looking chaos supervisors to perform the biggest mobilisation of repair work Wendy had ever seen.
As far as Wendy could tell, the slum dwellers were so uneducated about everything outside their own slums that they had yet to figure out that they were working for the forces of Chaos. These bums knew literally nothing about anything of the wider universe.
They had found the warp gate to be odd to be sure, but they had assumed that it was some sort of Imperial technology. They were very confused about what TigerLily was, and mostly they assumed that she was a holy angel of the Emperor sent to rescue them from poverty. TigerLily had played on this ruthlessly and had told the workers that Tzeentch was just another name for the Emperor and that she was an angel of Tzeentch.
TigerLily's chaos cult on Mia Rho had renamed itself the "Cult of the Angel", and millions of gullible fools were joining it, unwittingly becoming Tzeentch worshippers in the process. In time the Imperium would become aware of what was happening in the slums and it would not end well for the slum dwellers, but for the moment the government of Mia Rho was so completely indifferent about what was happening in the worst slums that they still hadn't gotten wise.
The workers were under the impression that they were somewhere in the Mia Rho system, hired by some branch of the imperial military to repair an imperial space ship. The Night Lords space marines were easily mistaken for being members of a loyalist space marine chapter, the mutants were frowned upon but assumed to be sanctioned for Imperial service, and the chaos spawn were passed off as being some bizarre types of livestock animals.
As expensive as it was, Wendy had to admit that the repairs were proceeding VERY quickly with the inexhaustible manpower. The Nightmare Asylum was visibly growing and healing by the hour, and the huge holes that had been earlier burned through it were already filled with new superstructure and deck. The engineering core was still far from operational, but the more low tech features like hull and superstructure were making wonderful progress.
***...
The Steel Brethren battleship "the Bakal" limped it's way into the Oort Cloud of an unclaimed red dwarf star system. The trip had been terrible, hopping from ice body to ice body, drip feeding their empty fuel tanks.
Up ahead loomed an ice body 20 kilometres in diameter, finally something big enough to get a decent amount of trace deuterium from. The entire Oort Cloud was filled with floating ice bodies of all shapes and sizes, the Steel Brethren finally would be able to completely fill their fuel tanks.
Warsmith Victus Ironboot sighed with relief and checked his star charts, they needed to find a friendly port.
The Maelstrom would not welcome them and Aumaom was still in ruins, the Orks were too dangerous to visit and the Imperium of course was out of the question. They could try a pirate base, but these changed location constantly and might not be friendly either...
Suddenly Victus smiled a cruel smile, he knew one place guaranteed to welcome anyone with news of the Royal family faction of Night Lords, the planet Beta Kappa Rwanda 5, home of the Sevenson cartel languishing under the rule of the Greater Daemon of Slaanesh known as "the Flesh Mistress".
Yes, that would do nicely as a port of call, very nicely indeed.
***...
Egg Sevenson sat with the Tagawa family watching the television. They had been watching the strange cartoons that the Beta Kyoto Epsilon population seemed obsessed with, when a breaking news story had interrupted the program. According to the news the nearby hive world of Mia Rho was in the grip of a full scale Chaos rebellion!
This was a disaster for the economy of the entire sector, and for Beta Kyoto Epsilon in particular, trade with Mia Rho was their lifeblood.
Egg looked at Mr Tagawa in horror, his job at the factory depended on trade exports to Mia Rho.
Mr Tagawa was silent and grim as he watched the news go from bad to worse, the Inquisition had declared a mandatory trade embargo on Mia Rho, nothing was allowed to go in or out of the planet until the rebellion was put down!
Inquisitor Hoffman himself had already left the room to contact his colleagues in the Inquisition the moment the story came on.
The family sat in stunned silence as the news bulletin outlined the sheer damage this would do to the economy. According to the news, fully 40 percent of all Beta Kyoto Epsilon exports went to Mia Rho. This meant quite simply that this was the worst economic disaster to ever befall Beta Kyoto Epsilon in the last 200 years.
Jobs in almost every industry could expect massive layoffs over the coming weeks the news had said. Mia Rho was the biggest economy in the entire region and all other regional economies in the sector absolutely depended on it for trade. This would cause billions of people in scores of planets to lose absolutely everything.
Egg could not watch anymore, this news was just too horrible. She instead walked out of the room and went to find her adopted father Inquisitor Hoffman.
She found him in the room he rented upstairs, talking on a communications device to his battle ship in orbit. Egg stood a respectful distance away and waited anxiously for him to finish the call before hopping up on his lap to give him a cuddle. She was scared.
The Inquisitor hugged her comfortingly and calmed her down.
"My choir of astropaths onboard the Dictator of Righteousness have sent a message to my colleagues in the region requesting information about the rebellion on Mia Rho. It might take some time to get a reply." Inquisitor Hoffman told her grimly.
"Do you have any idea what might have caused this?" Egg asked agitatedly.
"I have no hard facts at this time, this rebellion has happened with surprising speed, like lightning from a cloudless sky. It is extremely rare for a world as powerful as Mia Rho to fall so quickly into chaos rebellion, I cannot give conjecture about what happened until I am presented with the facts." The Inquisitor replied gravely.
Egg nodded fearfully.
***...
TigerLily smiled cruelly as she stalked through the burning hives of Mia Rho slaughtering anyone who wasn't a member of the slum classes. She greedily ate the souls of everyone she killed, adding to her already considerable power.
Over a billion slum dwellers now unwittingly worshipped Tzeentch and the effects this had on the surrounding warp space was considerable. A gigantic local warp storm had now engulfed the entire system, making space ship warp travel unsafe and completely cutting Mia Rho off from Imperial reinforcements.
Hundreds of millions of daemons of Tzeentch were now pouring out of summoning circles the chaos cultists were making, and Night Lords chaos space marines from the Orphan Blender and Nightmare Asylum had traveled through the warp gate and were aiding in the fighting. Mostly however, TigerLily's forces were looting the hive plateau for wealth to pay the teeming slum dwellers, keeping the repair work going and converting more and more extremely poor people to worship Tzeentch every minute.
The endless waves of divisions of the Mia Rho planetary defence forces had not been idle however and the fates already showed that they would win in the end. In a few weeks time the local defence forces would inevitably defeat the chaos forces and the surviving slum dwellers would be even worse off than they were before. TigerLily didn't give a single fuck.
In the end billions of slum dwellers would flee through the warp gate to escape imperial wrath, and then these wretched fools would get to see TigerLily's true colours as a daemon of Chaos. By then it would be too late for them to turn back to the Emperor's light and they would have no option left but to openly worship Tzeentch. No longer would they be paid with gold, they would work or they would die.
TigerLily felt fantastic, nothing gave her more pleasure than manipulating other people against their own best interests. The billions of deaths this war would cause were absolutely hilarious, TigerLily couldn't stop laughing in her head.
All around her foolish mortals looked at her in worship, still believing that she was an angel of the Emperor. Her mere presence drove them to fresh excesses of fanatical perpetration of ever more revolting war crimes against civilians of the less poverty stricken classes, most still members of the working poor who had managed to find permanent employment. TigerLily warmly encouraged her pawns in their acts of misguided retribution against mostly the wrong people, it was absolutely fucking hilarious.
Watching very poor people torture and murder other very poor people while the rich people who were the intended targets mostly stayed safe in the heavily guarded elite districts, it was just so heartbreakingly unjust and misguided that TigerLily actually orgasmed from the sheer joy it gave her. Evil was to TigerLily one of the highest forms of comedy, it didn't matter if no one else was laughing.
TigerLily was jubilant with joy as she stalked the hives, fanning the flames of injustice to ever greater heights of murder and mayhem. This was better than sex.
***...
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson looked in amazement at the fully repaired Nightmare Asylum, TigerLily had actually done it!
Even better, with all the plunder from Mia Rho pouring in through the warp gate, Wendy's cut of the spoils had actually made her a PROFIT! She not only had all her lost gold replaced, she actually had MORE gold than before!
With the Nightmare Asylum fully repaired and the treasuries filling up, the forces of Chaos were directing their endless supplies of new manpower to construct a new fleet of ships.
In orbit of the asteroid the huge shapes of new ships were taking form. The entire population of the new Tzeentch worshippers had to some how come with the fleet, the manpower was far too valuable to just leave behind, and that meant that they somehow needed enough ships to hold billions of people.
The fleet lacked enough navigators to pilot this many ships, so that meant a lot of slow short calculated warp jumps. It would slow them down but couldn't be helped.
On the plus side they now had more plundered deuterium coming in through the warp gate than they knew what to do with. A huge floating mass of gas bottles full of deuterium was tethered together in orbit of the asteroid in an out of the way place just for somewhere to put them all. They had lost some gas bottles to micrometeorites striking them at supersonic speed, but they had so many that this hardly made a dent in the stockpile.
Wendy rubbed her hands together greedily, this huge new fleet would bring her incalculable wealth in plunder.
Wendy walked the decks of the Nightmare Asylum in wonder, the repairs were a bit inelegant to be sure with ugly welds, but it was perfectly satisfactory. This Gloriana class battleship was fully operational with all it's weapons systems online and fully loaded.
All around her were the last of the Mia Rho workforce, enthusiastically performing the nonessential repairs such as painting the walls and ceilings.
"Lady Wendy", the workers said to her with a respectful doff of their caps as she passed them.
Wendy smiled politely at each and nodded in reply, she was extremely popular with the new workers.
The workers were aware that Wendy was the one who paid them, and they had been shameless in sucking up to her at every opportunity and personally thanking her for employing them. As far as Wendy could tell, the majority of these people had never been able to find gainful employment in their entire lives and had all scratched out a meagre existence scavenging for food in trash bins.
This class of people in Mia Rho society were the tramp class, terminally unemployed, always barely surviving meal to meal, and completely and totally trapped in poverty from birth. These people had spent their entire lives in despair of ever finding paid work, and then along had come Wendy, paying them in actual GOLD!
They were so insanely grateful and full of hope now that it was scary. The warp was going crazy as this sheer bulk of raw hopeful emotion strengthened Tzeentch immensely in the great game, causing crazy warp turbulence for light years all around.
Wendy froze as yet another ageing weeping grateful tramp hugged her in gratitude for giving him a chance to finally have paid work. Wendy patted his back softly and extricated herself from the arms of the reeking tramp.
Wendy's bodyguards looked to Wendy, seeking permission to kill the worker for daring to touch her, but Wendy gave a slight shake of her head. Truth be told Wendy actually enjoyed having her ego stroked by these crowds of people, it felt wonderful to be showered in praises by strangers.
"You are so generous Lady Wendy", "you are a wonderful person Lady Wendy", "you saved me Lady Wendy", the praises went on and on. Wendy felt herself swelling with pride, her head big as a planet. Yes, she didn't mind this at all.
Wendy admired her freshly repaired palace apartment in the most exclusive section of the Nightmare Asylum, it was so good to be home. The workers were still painting the walls and the furniture had not yet been moved in, but it still felt like home.
"Home sweet home", Wendy's wife Octavia said quietly from behind her, still sad about losing Egg.
Octavia had not coped well since losing Egg, she had been crying often and had been quiet and subdued for the many months of Egg's absence. It had all been especially hard on Octavia, as crèche mother Octavia had raised Egg from the moment she hatched and had by far the closest bond with her. Egg was Octavia's daughter, and Octavia was grieving from losing her child.
Wendy turned and gazed at the intoxicating erotic beauty of her wife. Octavia's makeup was streaked with tears, no matter how often she reapplied her makeup she kept ruining it again before long with fresh tears.
Despite the tears, Wendy trembled with desire at the sight of her exquisite wife, Octavia was the best that money could buy. Even when she was depressed and weepy, Octavia's value as a top grade sex slave shone through, this exquisite creature had been worth every cent. Just looking at her made Wendy uncontrollably wet, Wendy adored her wife.
Octavia noticed the look and forced herself to snap out of her gloomy expression and put on a radiant smile so lovely that Wendy felt weak at the knees. Wendy trembled all over, mouth dry with raw desire as Octavia's psychic lust aura washed over Wendy like a tidal wave.
Before Wendy could speak, several of the tramp workers affected by her lust aura invaded Octavia's personal space and we're all over her, groping her with their hands and trying to kiss her. Octavia shivered, the lust of Slaanesh giving her very low resistance to any sexual advances, and despite crying with self hatred, Octavia gave in and passionately gave herself to the tramps.
Wendy sighed unhappily, this was one of the admittedly few drawbacks of being married to a Slaanesh worshipping nymphomaniac. Octavia's nymphomania was so extreme that she was pretty much incapable of refusing any sexual advances.
The gang bang of stinking tramps all over Octavia drew a huge crowd of gawkers from the remaining tramp workers, who looked between the gang bang and the mortified look on Wendy's face. It was common knowledge even to the tramps that their boss lady was a lesbian and that Octavia was her lover.
Some of the tramps tried to break it up, but they just got caught in the lust aura up close and joined in the orgy in mindless lust. Wendy sighed and kept her distance until Octavia was cummed out enough to return to her senses and drop her aura.
A deep snarl of rage from a doorway showed that Octavia's crèche children had rather less tolerant views about their mother's predicament.
Wendy and the crowd of onlookers turned to see Augusta, Liling, Mandy and Violet standing in a doorway. The girls looked merely concerned, but the massive space marine neophyte Augusta was snarling with feral rage, his face a mask of pure threatening hatred. Wendy quickly put as much distance as she could between herself and the gang bang, Augusta was extremely dangerous when enraged.
"That's my MOTHER!" Augusta roared in a voice so deep and loud that it hurt the ears.
The crowd of tramp onlookers swore in dismay, "Oh sweet holy Tzeentch! it's a fucking SPACE MARINE! Get off that woman, she the space marine's MOTHER!"
The lust maddened tramps caught in Octavia's lust aura didn't even pause in their frantic gang banging of Augusta's mother and a few moments later the gargantuan psychotic killing machine went berserk in a frenzy of shocking violence.
Onlookers screamed in dismay and leaped for cover as the burly neophyte went mental breaking bones and caving in sculls with his huge fists. The lust aura was strong, but Augusta's space marine mental conditioning was stronger, and he resisted the unholy urge to have sex with his own mother, far too full of rage to do anything other than slaughter the men who dared to touch his precious mother.
Arms and legs snapped, rib cages were caved in, skulls were squished flat and entire limbs were ripped out of their sockets until Octavia was looking around in shock at a heap of cadavers all around her. Augusta gently helped his mother to her feet and covered her modesty with a raggedy poncho he stripped off one of the cadavers. Her own clothes had been torn open by the lust mad tramps.
"MURDER, MURDER!" Shouted the horrified onlookers.
Chaos militia soldiers came running to investigate and paused when they saw the massive pile of horribly injured dead bodies. Augusta was covered in blood and gore, and his big meaty hands were bright red with blood.
"It was the space marine, he murdered them all, we all saw it!" Shouted the crowd of slum workers.
The soldiers balked at the idea of attempting to arrest the psychotic gore covered neophyte and quickly called in their officers to find a solution to this entire mess.
***...
Colonel Otto Armstrong gazed at the crime scene and felt a thrill of fear, this had been done by one man with his BARE HANDS!
An angry crowd of workers were demanding that the perpetrator be arrested, but Otto had no desire to be the next cadaver on that pile.
"Imperial Guard Colonel, he is right there, the space marine did it, arrest him, he is a murderer!" One of the crowd shouted, under the impression that Otto was an officer in the Imperial Guard.
"Wow, calm da fuck down, I ain't arrest no fucking berserk space marine, I not want ta join da dead!" Otto exclaimed adamantly.
"But look what he did! We demand justice!" Shouted the crowd.
Otto quickly interviewed the crowd of witnesses and got a fare idea of what happened. The group of murder victims had been gang banging the suspect's mother, the suspect saw the gang bang, went berserk and killed them all in a rage, he had even admitted that he did it. It was an open and shut case.
The problem was that the suspect was a chaos space marine and the favourite bastard son of the fucking chaos lord who ruled the entire fleet. It was a waste of time even arresting such a high ranking suspect and extremely dangerous to even try it.
The problem was that the current policy of the fleet was to pretend that they were part of the Imperium to prevent the pawn workers from rioting before TigerLily was ready, and that meant that they had to at least make a half assed attempt of acting the part. These folks were pretty gullible but they weren't totally stupid, they all knew damn well that the Imperial military did not overlook something as serious as this.
If Otto simply did nothing to punish Augusta then the crowd would likely riot and spread the story. But if Otto did try to arrest Augusta then he would likely die a moment later.
"Augusta, you need to come with me to da command centre and we sort dis out. You lot, get back to work, I deal with dis." Otto said.
Augusta cracked his massive knuckles threateningly and did not budge. Otto gulped, the neophyte wasn't cooperating.
"Please come with me, please", Otto repeated pleadingly.
"What you gonna do, piss off tiny man." Augusta rumbled arrogantly.
The crowd murmured and got restless, they didn't like this.
Otto got on the radio and went up the chain of command, it was the general's problem to deal with this belligerent teenager now. The general would no doubt fail too, and it would just keep going on up until they found someone Augusta would listen to.
As predicted the general was unable to get Augusta to cooperate and it finally went up the ranks to Mark/Mary Sevenson, a heavy weapons specialist tactical squad chaos space marine.
***...
Tactical squad chaos space marine Mary Sevenson frowned as she was called in to handle a murder complaint, this really wasn't the sort of thing she had much experience in.
Mary shrugged and put her massive auto cannon on her shoulder and walked off to investigate, it might be interesting at least.
Mary's artificial breasts rubbed uncomfortably inside the tight confines of her power armour the way they always did, the tech priests who designed the mark IV space marine power armour thousands of years ago clearly had not had trans women in mind when they designed it.
Mary was a legitimate biological distant great grand child of Wendy Sevenson, and had started life as Mark Sevenson. Mary had always known that she was different from all the other boys, right from earliest childhood she had had a really profound sense that she was a girl and had never really fit in as a boy.
Born into the old Sevenson Cartel as a legitimate "son" back before old MA7 ascended to the rank of Daemon Princess, Mary had been forced against her wishes by cartel law to become a chaos space marine with all the other legitimate boys. Mary had tried her best but never really felt right being a space marine, it was far too violent for her gentle feminine soul.
In her heart of hearts Mary was an extremely gentle woman, a big softie who cried at the sad parts of movies and had a strong instinct to nurture. She had of course had to kill a lot of people as a chaos space marine, but she had never enjoyed it, she was not at all violent by nature.
Mary had very deliberately become a heavy weapons specialist so that she could hang back with her auto cannon, to put some distance between herself and all the distasteful violence. The battle field was a lot more palatable when viewed from a distance through the scope of her auto cannon.
Mary took a deep breath of the perfumed air that filled her power armour and sighed in satisfaction at the fragrance, she always wore a lot of perfume under her airtight power armour. She also had a complete makeover and her long blonde hair was done up in cute pigtails.
The outside of her armour of course was all odourless, dark and threatening, as terrifying and masculine looking as all the other Night Lords. But on the inside was hidden a wonderfully feminine girly girl with the full hair and makeup and smelling really nice.
The power armour moved flawlessly in coordination with Mary's massive space marine muscles, her black carapace gene seed organ interfacing perfectly with the electrical systems of her power armour. The armour received every nerve signal and moved as she moved, a wonderful piece of technology.
Mary arrived at Great Grandma Wendy's apartment and entered to find a scene out of hell. Bodies were everywhere in piles and her distant relative Augusta the neophyte was standing in the middle covered in gore, clearly having killed these people.
"What happened here?" Mary asked through the speakers of her enclosed helmet, her face completely hidden from the crowd.
"Mr Space Marine sir, your fellow space marine here murdered all these men." A crowd of tramps told her.
Mary ignored the irritation she felt at being misgendered, she was used to it, and asked the general and the colonel what happened.
"Hmm I see I see", Mary said after they explained it to her.
"Alright Augusta, you come with me to the command centre and we can try to bring some order to this whole mess." Mary told him cheerfully.
"Fuck off Tranny, go suck a cock." Augusta told her arrogantly.
Mary snarled with rage, "you little BRAT!"
"Piss off." The obnoxious little turd told her.
Mary wasn't going to just stand by and take lip like that from a mere neophyte. Unlike Augusta, Mary was a fully grown space marine, a foot taller than him and with a good 50 kilograms more muscle than the young whipper snapper. He was nothing but an arrogant adolescent facing a grown up.
Mary's power armoured fist shot out and punched the Augusta's chest with titanic force. The blow was so powerful that Augusta was sent flying through the air to slam hard against a half painted wall with a thud.
Augusta dropped down half covered in paint and snarled, throwing himself at Mary and tackling her to the floor with so much weight that the floor dented.
Mary snarled angrily and got an armoured boot under his stomach and pushed him off so hard that he slapped hard against the ceiling. The obnoxious little brat fell down from the ceiling into Mary's waiting fist, hitting him in the abdomen and driving the wind out of him.
Augusta fell to the ground gasping for breath and Mary stood up and grabbed hold of his ankles. She then used her considerable strength to swing him around at high speed and let go of his ankles to send him flying over 30 meters of floor to slam into a wall.
The arrogant little shit was stunned by the impact but still not down and out, space marines were incredibly tough even as mere neophytes. Mary picked up her auto cannon from were it had fallen on the floor and wielded it by the barrel like a club.
Augusta in turn picked up a sturdy bit of scaffolding the painters had been using and wielded it threateningly.
The two space marines faced off with each other.
"Stop trashing my apartment! Look at all the dents in the floor!" Wendy shrieked in outrage.
"FINE, I will go to the command centre, just stop your whining Wendy." Augusta said and dropped the bit of scaffolding and walked out.
Mary snarled at his insolence to Great Grandma Wendy and ran him down outside the apartment, clubbing the arrogant little turd hard in the guts with the bulk of the auto cannon. He didn't get to provoke a fight and then use Wendy's complaining as a face saving exit!
Augusta huffed from the impact and grabbed the heavy end of the auto cannon, wrestling with Mary for it. Mary backhanded at his face but he ducked the blow and yanked the auto cannon free of her remaining hand and leaped back a few meters.
Mary froze as Augusta pointed the auto cannon at her. Augusta grinned like the evil little shit he was and then pulled the trigger, gunning her down in a hail of armour piercing anti tank rounds!
***...
Melody Sevenson wailed in horror as she was notified about her wife Mary, she could not stop SCREAMING!
Melody ran to the hospital as fast as her legs could carry her, crying a waterfall of tears. She burst into the hospital too distraught to speak, only managing to make high pitched squeaking noises at the hospital receptionist.
"Melody, over here sweetie." Said the reassuring voice of Macy Sevenson, the oldest sister of the Chaos Lord.
Melody gazed around through tear filled eyes to see the over 300 year old woman standing in a doorway and rushed over to her weeping incoherently.
Macy cuddled her tightly and said, "Mary is still alive, the doctors are doing surgery on her right now. The rest of the family are down the hall and around the second corner on the left, go about 50 meters down to near the end, they are all in private room 158, someone is standing outside the door to direct family members. I myself am on watch out here in the lobby to direct people to the room."
"She's alive?" Melody sobbed.
"Yes she's alive, thank Slaanesh that space marines are so difficult to kill. Her emergency gene seed organs kicked in a induced biological suspended animation the way they are designed to do close to death. Her injuries are extremely serious however and it will take a lot more days of surgery to repair all the damage." Macy reassured her.
Melody thanked Macy and ran off.
This hospital was the exclusive hospital only available to the extremely rich and powerful like space marines and their families. It was absolutely gigantic, especially given how few people had access to it's medical services, and it was almost empty of actual patients.
Melody padded down the overly long hall past chaos worshipping slave nurses and other hospital slaves, dabbing her eyes with a silken handkerchief in a vain effort to dry the never ending tears. She seemed to go almost 100 meters before reaching the second left corner and saw her distant cousin-in-law Jenny Sevenson waving to her from outside a doorway a long way off.
Melody went to Jenny and was given a cuddle before being ushered inside.
The room was absolutely massive beyond any obvious need and at the far end of it was a pair of double doors leading into the surgery room and the wall had a massive soundproof viewing window to let family view loved ones in surgery.
The room was crowded with mostly female family members, their spouses and the occasional slave crèche mothers who were seen as honorary second class family members. The chaos space marine family members would visit later after surgery, grieving in groups over the wounded in surgery was seen as a woman's role, far too feminine for the hyper masculinity of the chaos space marines. Only later when the surgery was over would they come for the much more manly activity of celebrating the recovery afterwards.
A sea of sympathetic female faces gazed at Melody as she walked in and she was immediately mobbed on all sides by cuddles of sympathy. Melody had no way of escaping the cuddles without causing offence, so she just let herself be hugged. She wanted to be over at the viewing window to see Mary but the family seemed to be deliberately trying to delay her, clearly fearing that the sight of the surgery would upset her.
After 10 minutes of patiently enduring warm cuddles Melody actually did feel a bit calmer and asked to see. The family members were reluctant but they gently led her to the window, pressing all around her for reassurance.
Melody reached the window and peered through. Melody then swooned and fainted at what she saw.
***...
Melody came to a while later laying on a hospital bed surrounded by worried relatives. The moment she opened her eyes they fussed over her.
Melody felt numb with horror, her beloved space marine husband/wife had been shot to pieces. The flesh was so damaged that it was minced.
Melody felt so many emotions all at once that she was not even sure how to process it all. She felt so many different types of pain.
Mary was without a doubt the most important person in Melody's life. As Mary's wife, Melody had borne Mary an astonishing 29 children, all the boys of which were now chaos space marine neophytes. Mary was her everything.
Melody had been born an imperial citizen in a space city built on a floating asteroid, back in the far kinder period of her life that now felt like a separate lifetime. Her old life had been destroyed when Kroot pirates had invaded her orbital space city and rounded up Melody and multitudes of other civilians to be used as food.
Melody had been numb with fear in those terrible meat pens waiting to be eaten, she had come so close to dying. Without any hope of survival Melody had been prepared for death, but life had something far crueler in store for her.
The fleet of the Slaanesh Daemon Princess MA7, mother of Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson, had happened to visit the Kroot to hire their services as mercenaries. The depraved Daemon Princess had noticed the wretched people in the meat pens and had purchased every single one of them off the Kroot as slaves.
Life had then impossibly gotten worse, so hideously worse.
Life as a slave of depraved Slaanesh worshippers really was not worth living, being eaten by the Kroot would have had more dignity than the horrible things these people had done to her body.
The Slaanesh worshippers were sadistic freaks with bizarre fetishes and extremely sadistic "sports" involving the public torture and humiliation of slaves. The slave pens had been systematically trawled for attractive slaves to fulfil specific fetishes, much to the horror of those chosen.
Melody had had the extreme misfortune of being both a very pretty girl in her late teens at the time and of being absolutely absurdly ticklish. Tickle fetish freaks had trawled her and used her as an unwilling "athlete" in the revoltingly cruel sadistic "sport" of "slave tickling".
All day everyday Melody had been tied down so she couldn't move and tickled as much as humanly possible in front of audiences of sick sadists who got off on her suffering. It had been utterly humiliating and soul destroying. The excessive tickling had made Melody lose all control of her bladder and she had been given the nickname "Peepee" as a name.
Becoming constantly incontinent in front of an audience had been the most humiliating experience of Melody's entire miserable life. But even worse had been the tickling itself, endless endless hours of incessant merciless tickling. She couldn't stand it, not even slightly stand it, and it had been a living hell.
Cocktails of drugs had been injected into her, drugs that stopped her from passing out and made her skin even more sensitive to the slightest itch, and she had suffered more than she had thought it was possible to experience suffering.
And she had been raped, systematically raped for hours each day. Her Owner/"trainer" had had absolute sexual rights to her body and he had not hesitated to exercise these rights. She had slept each night in her owner's bed and he had completely violated Melody.
It was during this hell that Melody had met Octavia, the nymphomaniac sex slave of Wendy Sevenson, and Octavia had become a pillar of kindness in Melody's ocean of cruelty.
Octavia had been just another slave like Melody, a fellow victim in the "slave tickling" events. Like Melody, Octavia had spent all day everyday screaming with laughter being tickled in front of an audience, constantly being sexually interfered with by a highly sadistic owner.
Octavia and Melody had spent most days strapped down in bondage furniture next to each other. In the precious few moments when Melody and Octavia were not being tortured they talked to each other. Melody had always been so terribly depressed and suicidal, and Octavia had been forever cheering her up and encouraging her. Melody could not count the number of times Octavia had talked Melody out of slitting her own wrists, so many times Octavia had given Melody the love and support needed to just get by another hour without going utterly insane.
Melody and Octavia had developed such a strong bond with each other that they had begged their owners to let them become teammates and together the pair of them had risen to draw with another team for the gold medal in the chaos fleet "slave tickling" championship and become famous.
The pair had been like sisters to each other. Melody to this day still called Octavia "big sister" and Octavia likewise called Melody "little sister".
With her fame, Melody had become a household name and Chaos Space Marines had started to notice her. And that was when life got really good.
The handsome young Mark/Mary Sevenson had noticed Melody and desired her sexually. Melody still remembered seeing the massive space marine holding a gun to the head of Melody's sadistic owner/trainer and demanding to buy her. The owner had been too terrified to say no and all of a sudden Melody was rescued from her life of unending torture.
Mary Sevenson had been so different from the sadistic man who had initially owned Melody, so so different. In fact different from any "man". While men seemed to mostly demand sex from their sex slaves, Mary demanded emotional connection. It had been Melody's primary duty to love Mary, simply to emotionally love her.
Melody had always struggled sexually with Mary's transsexuality, it was... difficult to deal with. But Melody had never had any difficulty in loving Mary. In fact Melody absolutely adored Mary. Mary had rescued her from her own personal hell. Mary had saved her from never ending unendurable torture. How could Melody do anything but love her after being rescued from hellish torment.
Melody had fallen hard in love with Mary. Mary never forced her to lose bladder control in front of a depraved audience, Mary never spent the entire day torturing her no matter how much she wept and begged for mercy, Mary never went out of her way to make Melody suffer. Melody had willingly given herself sexually to Mary, her saviour.
Melody and Mary had fallen deeply in love and had married, granting Melody precious "freedom by marriage", a legal stipulation that any slave who lawfully marries a free person (with the permission of their owner of course) automatically gains freedom from slavery for the duration of the marriage or permanently in the case of being widowed so long as the spouse did not murder them.
The sex had been... difficult. Melody was totally heterosexual, and Mary's sexual reassignment surgery had been done so well that it actually caused major problems for Melody to become sexually aroused. Melody greatly missed the penis, it had been so big and so wonderful inside her. In its place was now a flawless vagina that Melody had no idea what to do with.
The sex problem had been so bad that Mary had purchased a "slave boyfriend" for Melody, a muscular hunk named Andrew who got Melody all wet and excited every time before she attempted to make love to Mary. It wasn't great, but it did keep Melody sexually aroused enough for Mary to bring her to orgasm.
It had been a wild ride together, a wonderful romance. They had gone crazy with fertility drugs and womb-to-womb transplants to get pregnant as many times as possible before the sexual reassignment surgery rendered Mary incapable of producing sperm. Melody had gotten pregnant in 3 massive batches of multiple pregnancies, using the amazing medical technologies of the 41st millennium to transplant first trimester babies from her womb into artificial womb devices, producing a staggering 29 kids in a single year.
Slave women had been given the roles of being crèche mothers to raise all these children, doing all the hard work of raising them while Melody and Mary just got the fun bits. Melody had enjoyed a life of luxury as a space marine's trophy wife, enjoying the massive wealth Mary earned from her cut of the plunder every time the Night Lords raided a planet.
And this wonderful marriage to this wonderful space marine had almost ended today... because of Big Sister Octavia's psychotic brat of a son!
Melody trembled with profound betrayal, the person who had reduced Mary to minced meat was Octavia's son. Melody could not believe it. She had spent so much time helping Octavia out by babysitting that little brat.
For as long as Melody had known her, Octavia had had Augusta, he had been born before Melody was first enslaved. Octavia had been enslaved over a year before Melody was, and Luke Sevenson had brutally raped the crying woman and put a baby in her belly. Octavia had used be half insane with horror from the pregnancy according to everyone who knew her back then, she used to claw at the pregnant bump in blind panic trying to dig out the part of her rapist that was growing inside her.
She had been absolutely terrified about what she would give birth to, terrified that the child would be a psychopathic monster like it's father. Well it seemed that those fears were well founded.
Melody still remembered seeing Augusta for the first time. It had been after half a morning of horror in the slave tickling dungeons. Melody's sadistic owner Richard Muhammad had been tickling Melody since very early that morning but had had to go to work in the mid morning.
Melody had been shivering miserably in a corner of the dungeons, half insane from her ordeal, too traumatised to return yet to her cage in Owner Richard's home. Escape when you live on board a space ship was impossible so it wasn't necessary to keep slaves locked up all the time, Melody had had no where she could go to hide for more than a day before she was found and the punishments had been brutal every time she tried. Bad as the daily torture was, the punishment for trying to escape were even worse.
Big Sister Octavia had spent much of the morning strapped down in the rack next to Melody's own rack, the morning's exercises had focused on their feet and they had both been screaming with laughter, but it had been especially hard on Melody. It had driven Melody half insane and Big Sister had been terribly worried about her.
Big Sister Octavia had spent another 2 hours screaming her head off in the tickling rack after Melody had been unstrapped, but Melody had been far too traumatised to leave the presence of Octavia and return to her cage. Octavia's sadistic owner had eventually gotten bored of torturing Octavia and unstrapped her before leaving to abuse other slaves she owned and Octavia had staggered weakly over to Melody and they had just cuddled for a long time.
Melody had been to upset to be separated from Big Sister Octavia that morning, so Octavia had with a lot of reassurances coaxed Melody into coming with her.
Octavia had been the slave of Wendy Sevenson and her former wife Talon, Wendy was ok but Talon was a shockingly sadistic lesbian, tortured people for fun no matter how hard they begged for mercy. Octavia had taken Melody into Wendy's extravagant apartment and telling her that she wanted Melody to meet her baby.
The apartment itself had been like a chamber of horrors out of the darkest hells of Slaanesh, full of bondage and torture, absolutely terrifying. The place had been full of scared and traumatised looking slaves, like something out of a nightmare.
Big Sister Octavia had not been afraid at all and had led Melody through that terrible place to torture chamber room in the back where a gaggle of shaky traumatised looking slave women were fussing over a tiny little baby boy.
The baby Augusta had been so small, less than a year old and absolutely adorably cute. The slave women had been sitting on the padded surface of a brutal torture rack, using it as a seat. On every wall had hung whips and chains, everything about the room promised torture, but in this terrible place had been this tiny soft baby looking totally at peace.
The baby had recognised Octavia instantly as being his mother and had beamed this beautiful happy baby smile at her and made these happy baby noises. Octavia had joyfully taken the baby in her arms and her face had been a picture of perfect joy holding her baby, and the look of that innocent pure joy had made Melody burst out crying to see that some small goodness still existed in the world.
After Octavia had fed, changed and settled Augusta, she had let Melody hold him. Melody still remembered gazing in wonder at that tiny little baby in her arms, it had been so wonderful to just hold him in her arms. It had been really soothing.
Melody had spent hours that day cooing at that baby, holding him many times and fussing over him. It had been like oxygen to her horror choked heart, something so simple as being around a baby had been wonderfully soothing to her frayed nerves.
Melody hadn't wanted to leave, if she could she would have just spent the rest of eternity gazing in wonder at that tiny baby. Even in her darkest hell he had been a glimpse of light, something so pure in such a depraved place.
Melody now saw that that baby had never been pure. He was the psychopath baby of a psychopath father, a monster as dark as that grim torture chamber. Melody felt supremely disturbed, the act of holding that baby had stopped her from slitting her own wrists that night.
Her ray of sunshine that had helped her through her darkest hell was now revealed to be nothing but more darkness in this horrible chaos faction!
Melody wailed inconsolably where she lay on the hospital bed, she kept wailing for a very long time.
***...
Egg snuggled fearfully with Yuki on his bed, feeling deeply worried about everyone around her. Her worst fears were realised.
The Inquisition had confirmed that TigerLily herself was leading the Tzeentch chaos cultists that were causing the rebellion on Mia Rho. Egg had known that TigerLily could never be killed and would always resurface, but it was far worse than that. The Sevenson Night Lords had also been seen fighting on Mia Rho, led by Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson himself!
The Nightmare Asylum had been recorded in telescope footage entering a warp rift towed behind another ship, which Egg had identified for the Inquisition as being TigerLily's personal ship the "Orphan Blender". The Orphan Blender had also been seen in footage around Hapela Theta Rho 1 shortly before towing the Nightmare Asylum into the warp.
That means that Mum and the crèche had been rescued, as had the rest of the surviving Sevenson Royal family aligned forces. This put Egg in a very difficult position, it meant that TigerLily now controlled Egg's entire crèche family and could use them as hostages to force Egg to cooperate with her!
The Bakal was also gone, no doubt the Steel Brethren had gotten away too and would one day be back to full strength and terrorise the galaxy. This was all bad for the Imperium.
"How could I be so stupid as to shift the orbit of Hapela Theta Rho 1 to let them escape! I'm a sentimental idiot!" Egg wailed to Yuki.
"You were trying to save your family, you thought you were about to die and didn't want them to die too." Yuki reminded her.
Egg gave an angry canary noise and said, "I'm too sentimental, the lives of billions will be ruined by what I did! How the fuck am I supposed to live with myself now?"
Yuki tried to reassure her but Egg didn't want to hear it. This wasn't some academic discussion, real life people were going to die because of this!
TigerLily could show up any time with Mum and the crèche and start chopping off body parts until Egg surrendered. And what's worse, Egg knew that she WOULD surrender the moment that she saw TigerLily on the television cutting off Mum's fingers. Egg couldn't help it, Slaanesh worshipper or not, Octavia was her beloved mum!
Egg started to panic and hyperventilate, what horrible acts of evil would TigerLily force her to do?
Egg felt Yuki kiss her lips firmly and she calmed down, soothed somewhat by her boyfriend's kisses.
Egg sighed and just let herself get lost in those wonderful kisses. Thinking about things was not helping her anyway, she would only make herself sick if she didn't stop her thoughts.
Egg felt blissful as the intimate touch pushed the thoughts out of her mind, she found sex to be supremely peaceful.
Egg pulled off her top and removed her new bra that she finally had just enough boobs for. Yuki gazed up at her from where he lay on the bed, admiring her blue tinged nipples. Egg wiggled out of her skirt and panties, and hungrily climbed on top of Yuki, intent on losing herself in passion.
Egg was recently becoming ever more sexual with Yuki, she was becoming addicted to it. Whenever anything stressed her out she threw herself at Yuki to calm herself down. She was unable to go even a day without it lately.
Egg had always known that that nymphomaniac chicken had to come to roost sooner or later. She had been raised by sex mad Slaanesh worshipping nymphomaniacs in a hyper sexualised Slaanesh worshipping culture. She had been raped and molested by pedophiles, had engaged in incestuous behaviour with her crèche siblings, and in general she had massive issues around sex.
In Egg's culture girls of 13 and over were stigmatised if they didn't have sex at least once a week. The greatest possible insult you could call a Slaanesh worshipper was calling them a prude. In this culture you were considered a pariah if you did not show enough interest in having sex.
Egg was only 12 so still young enough to not be culturally expected to be sexually active, but given that Egg had a boyfriend, she was behaving the way her native culture expected girls to behave with their boyfriends, namely like complete and total sluts.
Egg was constantly intimate with Yuki whenever they had privacy together, getting quite sexually aggressive if needed to get him in the mood. Mum (Octavia) had always told the girls, "if your boyfriend's balls are not totally empty then you haven't had enough sex with him yet." Egg admitted that this was terrible advice to teach a 5 year old girl, but it seemed to have stuck.
Egg gasped as she felt Yuki's penis enter her, feeling all thoughts leave her mind. He was a boy, she was a girl, their private parts were joined. No further deep thought was required.
For a long wonderful time Egg enjoyed the mindlessness of animal copulation, utterly peaceful and worry free. Egg let out involuntary bird mating calls as she orgasmed repeatedly, feeling absolutely wonderful. Egg was barely conscious in a post orgasm haze at the end, her mind empty and body satisfied.
Egg felt wonderful as Yuki pulled out and got to work cleaning up the mess with tissues. Egg sleepily used a tissue to wipe away the semen from her vagina. Egg had been sterilised by the forces of chaos to prevent her from getting the dangerous all consuming maternal instincts that cursed all female bird mutants, the semen could not get her pregnant.
The Tagawa family had been remarkably tolerant of Egg being so sexually active with their son, but it obviously still bothered them. Egg was rather vocal during sex and the walls were not soundproof.
The Inquisitor had some concerns too, but of a different kind.
While the Tagawa family was bothered by the breaking of cultural taboos, the grizzled inquisitor was concerned merely about the well being of Yuki and Egg. It was not the fact that they had sex that bothered him, it was the QUANTITY of sex that concerned him.
Egg and Yuki canoodled together for a while before a knock sounded at the bedroom door, the sharp characteristic knock of the Inquisitor.
"When the pair of you reach a natural stopping point I want you to get dressed and come with me." The wizened voice of Inquisitor Hoffman told them from the other side of the door.
Egg and Yuki told him they were coming and searched around around for their wayward clothes. After a lot of fumbling they both got dressed and shyly exited the bedroom to find the Inquisitor's concerned face. The Inquisitor silently led them both to his office which doubled as his bedroom.
The room was extremely spartan in its furniture, containing little more than a work desk and chairs. The Inquisitor used a rolled up floor mat for a bed and seemed to live in his power armour. Egg and Yuki sat down and the Inquisitor closed the door and sat down.