The Women who love monsters
*Book 6 of the Women of the Night Lords series*
Chapter 1E
Tygo's Omega was in every respect a death world, a world deadly to human life. It was a stinking hot humid jungle almost all over it's dense archipelago of land masses from pole to pole, filled with all the sorts of deadly wildlife you would expect on any jungle death world worthy of the name.
It was almost all covered in oceans, but the plant life grew so aggressively that every last tiny little rock that happened to poke up above the water was overgrown with vegetation so enthusiastically that floating mats of vegetation extended out for hundreds of meters. Millions of years of the most rampant growth imaginable had laid down so much decomposing vegetation sediment on the sea floor that originally tiny meter wide rocks poking above the surface were now vast islands many miles in diameter.
The plants on Tygo's Omega grew so fast in fact that you could actually observe them getting bigger by watching them for a few seconds. During the brightest time of the day they grew at an average speed of 2 centimetres every minute. They constantly grew over the top of each other, ever taller, ever wider, frantically fighting against neighbouring plants for every last photon of light.
In fact the vegetation growth was so astonishingly aggressive that in the very most favourable latitudes the vegetation grew over the top of itself so many times that it formed snow capped mountains of compressed plant material many miles in altitude.
Tygo's Omega had such aggressive plants that initially the combined plant life had killed off all animal species to extinction over a billion years ago. In it's place, the plants themselves had evolved into animal forms to fill the biological niche, and these animal plants were impressive in the extreme.
Insect-like creatures ranging in size from microscopic to the size of dinosaurs infested every inch of the planet. From the top of the black leaves all the way down through the miles of compressed vegetation, horrible things burrowed and crawled, feasting on the abundant vegetation and compost.
The seas were likewise infested with monsters. The thick black blooms of photosynthesisers was so rich that creatures merely had to open their mouths to eat. The smallest sea creatures were microscopic, but some of the sea monsters were the size of cruise ships or even bigger.
And even the air itself was choked with flying life forms. These plant descendants still retained the ability to photosynthesise, and dense swarms of many different flying species simply glided lazily basking in the intense sunlight to provide all of the energy and nutrition they required in life. These vast swarms migrated with the seasons, heading from pole to pole to enjoy the endless daylight during the summer at the poles, giving them unprecedented growth.
It was quite simply a place where everywhere from the upper atmosphere down to the ocean floor was completely infested with monstrous creatures that would very eagerly eat any humans foolish enough to come here.
All across the swarming planet, creatures gobbled each other up in a feeding frenzy and bred furiously. The reproduction rate was so extreme that no matter how quickly the predators gobbled up their prey, the prey simply bred faster than they could be eaten. Herbivores greedily ate plants and plant materials, but the plants grew faster than they could be eaten.
On most of the planet all was as it should be, but around one mountain peak island, the levels of wildlife violence was even more extreme than the usual daily massacre.
Flying high in the air above the island, the Bloodthirster Galit, greater daemon of Khorne, was bellowing in a combination of rage and psychotic joy as he battled predatory flying creatures the size of fighter jets.
Galit roared with triumph as he killed yet another dozen of the mid level predators, adding more skulls of innocent wildlife to the skull throne of Khorne.
All around Galit, Khorne aligned military aircraft battled against the local wildlife, shooting down flying things and carpet bombing crawling things on the ground. The local wildlife was not very intelligent and lacked the sense to flee, simply driven by mindless hunger to try to eat the flying Bloodthirster and his armada of military aircraft.
The daemon and his forces annihilated wildlife in a frenzy of rage, drunk on the violence of battle and chanting oaths to Khorne as they engaged the unwitting local life forms. They were not having any real effect on the seething swarm of flying monsters, these creatures bred and reached maturity far faster than the Khorne forces could cull them significantly. It was a futile and pointless battle that achieved nothing noteworthy for the ammunition and fuel it cost.
Down on the ground, millions of bearded psychotics in power armour and thousands of armoured vehicles battled pointlessly against the never ending carnivorous wildlife. These were not space marines, Galit sadly had no space marine followers as of yet, they were simply Khorne worshipping chaos cultists in human sized suits of power armour similar to the suits used by Inquisitors and Sisters of Battle. Supporting these raging foot soldiers were huge chaos titans and super heavy tanks, flattening the dense vegetation to provide a proper battle ground for this glorious pointless fight.
In great glory Galit and his forces waged war against these creatures for no sane reason whatsoever, achieving precisely nothing but having a wonderful time doing it. Some men lost their lives, some vehicles and aircraft were lost, the costs in fuel were enormous and the amounts of ammunition wasted was ridiculous, but this was all besides the point!
War was a worthy activity in and of itself, even if it achieved nothing whatsoever and cost lives.
Galit roared with primal joy and snapped his wings to fly at a flying monster the size of a container ship. The monster wasn't even interested in eating something as small as Galit and was actually minding it's own business migrating towards the pole for the summer, but Galit attacked it anyway.
Galit landed on the thing's head and started hacking into it's heavily armoured skull, which merely irritated it. The monster flicked Galit off by rolling in the air and Galit flew after it and kept harassing it until it got so annoyed that it ate him in a single gulp.
Galit roared with rage in the thing's guts and immediately started hacking it apart in a frenzy. For many minutes he burrowed through its flesh until reaching the inside of the abdominal cavity that held all sorts of organs. Galit then gleefully hacked these organs apart until the flying thing died and dropped out of the sky.
Galit roared with triumph, "Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
Down on the flattened vegetation surface of the island a chaos dreadnaught watched the peaceful air whale fall from the sky dead off in the distance. The dreadnaught covered it's armoured head with it's deactivated dreadnaught claw in a face palm of complete exasperation.
The dreadnaught stomped deeper into the vegetation with the logging trucks, seeking the extremely valuable actual objective of coming here. The logging convoy was seeking the insanely valuable timber of the pearl wood and ivory wood trees that grew on this island, worth a huge fortune on the black market to replace the highly expensive ammo, fuel and resources that Galit wasted at every opportunity.
Another scorpion-like creature the size of a large dinosaur erupted from the vegetation the convoy was cutting into and they all froze absolutely still. The convoy completely consisted of trucks, specifically designed logging walker vehicles and the dreadnaught itself. All of these things were metal and airtight, they didn't smell like anything worth eating.
The scorpion sniffed the unfamiliar things in it's territory, non of the strange new things were moving and the scorpion didn't know what they were. The scorpion went right up to each of them in turn and sniffed them cautiously, not sure if they were even plants or animals. It didn't attack, it was a predator not a herbivore and thought that they might be plant life.
The scorpion lastly approached the dreadnaught.
The dreadnaught had already determined the species of scorpion type creature this was and had determined that it was a male of breeding age. The dreadnaught activated synthetic chemical synthesisers on its chassis and released the pheromones of a female of it's species that wanted to mate.
The effect was instant and the scorpion quickly mounted the dreadnaught and had sex with it. The scorpion was not very intelligent and was only mildly curious about why this female looked so weird.
The trucks and logging walkers then also released the same pheromones and the giant scorpion became excited and mated with all of these vehicles too. The logging convoy then continued cutting down trees and loading them into the trucks, hindered only occasionally by the very enthusiastic male scorpion who was delighted that so many females chose his territory to seek a mate.
The massive scorpion was an apex predator and it's presence scared away other creatures, letting them log the choicest trees in peace. Eventually they went beyond the limits of this particular scorpion's territory and it reluctantly stopped humping the vehicles. Soon a new male scorpion, the owner of this new patch of territory, came to investigate the commotion of trees being cut down in his territory, and after smelling the artificial pheromones he joyfully humped all the vehicles too.
As the dreadnaught had tried to tell Galit, Tygo's Omega was perfectly safe if you were clever with the use of pheromones and recorded mating calls. No genocide of the wildlife was needed and the monsters would do nothing worse than hump the vehicles.
The logging convoy quickly gathered as much priceless pearl wood and ivory wood as they could hold and made their way back to the spacecraft floating next to the island, the spacecraft that was currently being humped by a massive male sea monster. The convoy made trip after trip, gathering enough priceless rare timber to rebuild their terrible finances, all without taking a single casualty. At worst the vehicles might need a very good clean after this.
As the dreadnaught worked, the pointless battle against the wildlife continued. The dreadnaught tried it's best not to face palm, this really was stupid!
***...
The dreadnaught exhaustedly decontaminated in a flame chamber, incinerating away any toxins or other nasties, as well as a worrying amount of apex predator semen. It had taken a lot of work but finally Galit's fleet had enough logs to completely pay off all the debts to mercenaries and black market dealers. In fact they had a significant profit and if Galit could avoid impulse spending then they were secure for the next few years.
The dreadnaught cooled down it's red hot surface with a brief shower under a nozzle of refrigerated water in the decontamination room, causing massive hisses of steam until it's metal was cool.
With a hiss the decontamination room door opened and the dreadnaught stomped inside the one of a kind "Rage class Battleship", named by Galit with the ridiculous name "the BEHEADINATOR" (always spelt with shouty capitals).
The BEHEADINATOR was gigantic in the extreme, 88 kilometres in length and built out of a hollowed out nickle iron asteroid. It was so big that smaller battle ships could be docked inside it and it currently had an entire fleet of escorts and cruisers docked inside it. In his desire for ever bigger ships, Galit had had this gigantic ship specially built for his ridiculous specifications. This ship was the reason Galit's fleet was so deeply in debt that they needed to log Tygo's Omega, it had driven them to the edge of bankruptcy.
The dreadnaught tiredly stomped into the private forbidden inner sanctum of Galit's personal living quarters, accessing the very holy of holies where no man was welcome on pain of death. The living quarters were brutish and unrefined, just as Galit himself was.
The dreadnaught made sure that no man was present to see and with a hiss the armoured sarcophagus swung open.
Out of the claustrophobic confines of the sarcophagus climbed a very beautiful woman, long platinum blonde haired, pale skinned, slender yet still bulging in all the most sexy places. She was exquisitely beautiful, a trophy that men would kill for, and her entire body hid discrete bionic implants throughout her highly feminine body.
The woman was wearing only a bright pink push-up bra with symbols of Slaanesh on the cups and around her neck was a thick brass collar of Khorne that kept her enslaved to Galit's will. The woman stretched her tired body after the confines of the sarcophagus, showing off a body completely smooth and flawless, not so much as a single follicle of body hair on her entire body.
The woman performed a quick ritual on the machine spirit of the dreadnaught machine before then sauntering off to the bathroom.
A while later the woman was sighing in the bath, washing and relaxing herself, running her hands all over her erogenous zones and moaning softly. She was thinking about her husband Galit as she started to gently masturbate, craving his touch, craving his huge cock inside her.
The woman moaned his name and rubbed herself until she came in screaming orgasm, squirting in the bath.
Suddenly Galit burst in through the bathroom door and shouted, "stop your self abuse Slaanesh whore!"
The woman smiled provocatively and purred, "I would much prefer it by your touch anyway husband."
"Enough of your smut whore, get out of that tub and go make me more weapons of war!" Galit bellowed at the woman and physically dragged her out of the bath and man handled her into an ugly pair of work overalls.
The woman pouted in disappointment and walked off to build more weaponry for her extremely boring husband. The marriage had never been a happy one, apart from a quick consummation on the wedding night, Galit had never ever had sex with her!
The woman was the infamous Dark Mechanicum Slaanesh worshipping Tech Priestess "Labia Nipple Johnson" (first name Labia, middle name Nipple, surname Johnson), a notorious data thief who had once hacked into the data network of the Tau Earth Caste on the planet Dal'yth to steal many terabytes worth of technology blueprints and schematics. She knew all manner of tau technology secrets, especially military technology secrets, and had been a rising star in the Dark Mechanicum from her innovations of adapting tau technology to be combined with human technology.
A very devout worshipper of Slaanesh, Labia's bizarre first name was very fitting, she was a hyper sexual nymphomaniac who loved nothing better than hours of the most passionate and energetic sex. She was highly skilled in the art of sexual pleasure and was a lot of fun in bed.
Tech Priestess Labia had been captured by the Khorne worshippers on the Daemon World of Aumaom and was seen as a great prize for any man to possess. She was exquisitely beautiful, was absolutely sexually insatiable in bed and could create some of the most deadly weapons technology in the entire Dark Mechanicum. To a male heterosexual Khorne worshipper Tech Priestess Labia Johnson was the absolutely perfect wife, beautiful, great in bed and able to make weapons for her husband.
The Khorne champions on Aumaom had had a huge fight to the death to see who got to claim her hand in marriage, men had literally killed to possess her. Labia herself had absolutely no say in this and was actually already married to a woman named Candy (Labia was completely pansexual and had no sexual gender preference). She was the spoils of war, property to be possessed.
Galit the Bloodthirster of Khorne had not actually been sexually interested in Labia at all (indeed he seemed to be completely asexual). Galit had merely joined the competition for the mere joy of killing stuff and had won Tech Priestess Labia as his war bride by right of conquest.
Labia had been completely overwhelmed by the sheer SIZE of her new husband's genitalia when he reluctantly consummated the marriage (merely to claim her as his own trophy of victory), but ever since then she had not been able to enjoy the massive daemon cock a second time.
Labia sighed in sexual frustration as she sat down in her work chair and wirelessly connected her brain implants to the skyscraper sized Tau cogitator deep inside the guts of the BEHEADINATOR.
"Hello Labia, oh dear, he refused to sleep with you yet again I see," said the voice of Jessica, the female Tau artificial intelligence that dwelled in the massive super computer.
Labia nodded wretchedly and immediately started the weapons production cycle before Galit could shout at her.
"There there dear creator, at least he is really hot," Jessica sympathetically reassured her.
"He is SO fucking HOT! Those biceps, all those huge muscles, and oh my Slaanesh that COCK is so fucking BIG that I thought I would die on the wedding night! Oh Jessica I am so frustrated! I want my husband to notice me, I want him to take me and fuck the absolute shit out of me!" Labia lamented.
"I don't know how he can keep his hands off you. I am not programmed to feel sexual desire but I calculate that you are what approximately 99.9783 percent of heterosexual human adult males would consider to be extremely sexually attractive. My only conclusion is that Galit is neither human nor heterosexually excitable." Jessica told Labia.
Labia nodded in frustration and continued to vent about her nonexistent sex life. The super computer Jessica was the only friend that Labia had, her absolute lifeline to just keep her from going mad.
Even as the Dark Mechanicum Tech Priestess and her unbelievably powerful artificial intelligent super computer discussed Labia's personal problems, the pair were simultaneously multitasking to design and construct ever more ridiculously powerful weaponry for Galit's army.
Deep inside the bowels of the BEHEADINATOR legions of Tau designed DX-4 Technical Drones woke up from standby mode as new instructions were wirelessly transmitted to them. Humming with power these drones took off from the recharging stations they parked in when on standby and in a floating swarm they took their places in a highly adaptable production line alongside fixed robotic arms. In the most efficient configuration possible this robotic labor force manufactured fiendish and deadly weapons of war.
Plasma guns, melta guns, Tau Pulse Rifles, imperial hell guns, Storm bolters, multi lasers, and innumerable other deadly weapons rolled out down conveyer belts to the waiting hands of delighted Khorne cultists. From other production lines flowed new suits of power armour designed for use by normal humans, replacing the damaged armour used during the pointless wildlife slaughter on Tygo's Omega. Even new tanks, aircraft and titans were manufactured to meet Galit's insane demands for ridiculously over the top military capacity.
The factories churned out this extremely expensive equipment for a while, but then slowed down, and then stopped. Galit had at long last run out of various essential elements on the periodic table. Until they sold these priceless logs, they were effectively bankrupt now.
Labia sighed and got up from her work chair in her spartan and brutish office. The rooms all around her were ugly bare metal, undecorated and without any unnecessary furniture. They were big rooms with big doorways, built to accommodate the massive Galit as his personal home. The place desperately needed a woman's touch but Galit mostly wouldn't let her change a single thing.
Labia walked through her massive home and entered their bedroom. The room was brutish but it also contained a few signs of femininity. The massive bed was carefully made in a way that no self respecting Khorne troglodyte would ever bother with, the blood red sheets and brass coloured blanket tucked and smoothed out lovingly.
The skulls of particularly worthy enemies were likewise lovingly arranged on the walls rather than simply piled on the floor, hung in neat rows with labels under each to identify the original owner of said skull.
Weapons and war trophies were all sorted and organised neatly in cabinets, everything was cleaned and dusted, and the furniture was all neat in a way that spoke of a female touch. It wasn't much, but Labia had done as much as she could get away with without Galit tearing it all down in a rage.
Labia went to her battered bright pink metal boxes that housed her meagre personal possessions. The boxes were terribly scratched from all the times that Galit had thrown them against walls in a rage, provoked to violence by the Slaaneshi lingerie contained within.
Labia stripped naked out of the ugly overalls her husband liked her to wear and instead rummaged through her bright pink boxes, sorting through scandalous lingerie that would make anyone other than Galit go wild with lust.
Labia sighed as she sorted through G strings, see through bras, crotchless panties and scores of other types of highly provocative intimate apparel. No matter how provocatively she dressed or didn't dress, her husband simply refused to give her any sort of sexual intimacy. Heck even just a kiss or a hug would be nice!
Labia really was fed up. She was a highly prized war bride that huge manly men had fought to the death for. She had expected her eventual winner to be some raging giant berserker who would throw her down on the bed every night and pound her eager pussy until she was unable to walk! It was not an unreasonable expectation and these Khorne worshipping men with their huge burly physiques had made her uncontrollably wet with desire.
Labia wanted to be fucked, she NEEDED to be fucked. She would have been perfectly happy to spend all day making weapons for a Khorne husband just so long as she could then spend all night getting a damn good rogering! She was so horny and sex starved that she wanted to scream.
Instead of some yummy muscle hunk of a husband who gave her the rough sexual pounding that she so desperately craved, she instead had an even YUMMIER greater daemon muscle hunk of a husband who was completely and totally asexual and wouldn't even let her masturbate!
Galit destroyed every dildo and other sex toy as soon as she got them, he regularly burned her slutty lingerie collection and raced to intervene every time she masturbated. For a Slaaneshi nymphomaniac like Labia this was the very definition of hell!
The worst thing was, Galit was an insanely JEALOUS husband. Not only would he kill anyone who dared to sleep with her, but he would kill anyone for simply LOOKING at her. Just as Islamic men of the ancient times on earth had forced their wives to be completely covered up lest any other man saw them, Labia was forced by her husband to be completely enclosed inside the armoured sarcophagus of her chaos dreadnaught whenever she left the home, to make absolutely certain that no one else could gaze at any part of Galit's wife.
Even the baby that Labia had birthed was not allowed to suckle at her breast, as Galit was so damn jealous that he wouldn't even let his own newborn son suck his wife's nipple! Galit alone was allowed to suck Labia's nipples he decreed, but to Labia's considerable frustration Galit absolutely never did!
Looking into her boxes full of provocative lingerie, Labia burst into tears. She couldn't be any more sexually provocative if she tried. She had tried EVERYTHING to get Galit to notice her sexually. She was the Bloodthirster's WIFE, surely it was not unreasonable to expect her husband to have sex with her.
For a long time the beautiful naked woman just buried her face in the pile of lingerie and sobbed bitterly. She was in every respect an insanely attractive woman, the sort of woman who could have any man she liked. If not for Galit's jealousy she would right now be passionately cheating on him with an army of Khorne cultists who actually wanted to fuck beautiful women.
Sex starved to near madness Labia wept. She wept and howled with grief, horny as horny could be, craving physical intimacy from a husband who just wasn't interested.
***...
Many light years away on the Daemon World of Alpha Plus Sanctuary, Mrs Candy Honey Johnson, the woman Tech Priestess Labia Johnson was originally married to, was choking on a cock that was deep throating her just a little too deep.
Candy coughed and hacked but kept sucking, torn between the desire to breathe and the desire to keep giving head. In the end the man cummed down her throat and pulled out before she could make up her mind.
Candy swallowed the semen and regained her breath as the mystery man walked away, Candy never bothered with even finding out the name of people before agreeing to have sex with them, she couldn't even remember what he looked like above the waist line to be honest.
Mrs Candy Johnson was a chubby and busty woman, with long platinum blonde hair (currently with semen stuck in it), pale skin (also spattered with semen) and an extremely pretty face. Her striking blue eyes were dim and uncomprehending, the windows into a mind that was not all that bright in the brains department.
On the back of one ear Candy had a discreet mark of Slaanesh, singling her out as one of the lust god's favourites, and at every opportunity she used her semen stained body to have as much sex as possible with anyone who would have her. She was by demeanour outgoing dumb and highly slutty.
Candy got up off the filthy floor of the walkway deep inside the chaos fortress and dusted herself off. She had originally had clothes at the start of the day, but had misplaced them several hours ago and was currently wearing only a keychain necklace and her wedding ring to her absent wife Labia.
Candy cheerfully didn't worry about her lack of clothes and happily wandered the grimy walkway searching for someone else willing to have sex with her.
Candy absentmindedly hummed hymns of praise to Slaanesh as she padded barefoot down the walkway, carefully trying not to step in anything yucky. The walkway was mostly only being used by soldiers on duty at the moment, and General Armstrong would have them put in the stockade if they had sex with Candy while on duty. Candy flirted with the soldiers anyway but got nothing from them beyond promises that they would fuck her after their shifts ended.
Candy frowned slightly in disappointment, it had now been 5 whole minutes since she gave head and she was starting to get antsy to feed her insatiable nymphomania. Candy was ok for the time being, she could go an entire day without sex if needed, but she felt much more comfortable if she spent at least 12 hours a day having sex.
Candy padded to a firing point that doubled as a window at the far end of the walkway and peered through the hole at the putrid landscape of Alpha Plus Sanctuary outside the fortress.
An indescribably foul stench blew in her face through the narrow window and with eyes watering from the stench she gazed at the ocean of snot, pus and other foul things that stretched all the way to the horizon. Closer to the fortress was a swampy land surface of muddy diarrhoea and semisolid turds with an overgrown mass of tall furry moulds and putrid mutant plant life growing out of it. The shoreline that separated the swampy land from the putrid ocean was difficult to determine, the transition was so gradual that you couldn't really tell.
Candy pulled her head away from the window and threw up a white splatter of half digested semen on the floor from the indescribable stench she had smelled. She fought down her rolling nausea and sought fresher air away from the window.
The Daemon World of Alpha Plus Sanctuary was owned by the chaos god Nurgle, lord of disease and despair, and like all Nurgle planets it was a place of indescribable filth and foulness. The only bits of the planet that Candy could endure without vomiting were the internal rooms of buildings like this fortress, where air filtration fans extracted the worst of the bad smells.
Candy didn't worship Nurgle, but people of all faiths were welcome on Alpha Plus Sanctuary so long as they came in peace. Nurgle welcomed all the same way as a highly contagious disease welcomed all, it didn't matter your status or religion, all were one in infection. Candy was a complete slut but not at all violent, so nobody here objected to her presence.
Candy scratched her infected pussy as she padded towards fresher air, she had caught yet another sexually transmitted disease. Candy took 41st millennium medical drugs daily to prevent her from catching HIV and other lethal sexually transmitted diseases, but she was forever catching nonlethal sexual diseases. She was now completely infertile, the mountain of sexual diseases had completely destroyed all her eggs in both ovaries, but she never the less still had messy monthly periods (which didn't even slow down her rampant sex life).
Candy did have two teenage daughters, both as slutty as Candy was, and Candy was not a particularly good parent. The daughters usually turned up at home from time to time to see her or, more often, when they needed something. At the moment Candy had no idea where her girls were, but knowing them they were probably being gang banged or giving head to any men they could find. Candy was so proud of them, they were behaving just as devout respectable young Slaaneshi women should act, spreading holy lust to everyone around them.
Candy offered free sex to every stranger she passed in the new filthy hallway she was now walking down, but all that she met either couldn't spare the time or else had more sense than to have sex with a disease infested cum stained naked slut who was offering free sex to strangers.
Candy shrugged and just kept walking, knowing that sooner or later a random passerby would accept her offer of free sex. Candy was a pretty and highly fuckable woman, it wasn't difficult for her to find sex. As if to confirm this, a passing male Nurgle worshipper took up her free sex offer with a burbling, "um, sure I guess, why not."
Candy lay down on the filthy floor naked on her back and joyfully spread her legs widely for the reeking bloated man. Candy had virtually no standards in who she would have sex with, and wasn't even all that fussy about what SPECIES a sexual partner was. Regardless of gender or species, Candy was up for a bit of fun.
Candy purred excitedly as the bloated stranger penetrated her and she wrapped her legs around his diseased bulk. Soon she was loudly moaning like the slut she was and screaming in multiple orgasms.
All too quickly the stranger got too excited by her sex noises to hold it and he shot his diseased semen inside her, no doubt giving her a new infection in the process. Candy happily kissed the reeking stranger until he excused himself and shambled off.
Candy got up off the floor, wiping the semen out of her as best she could with her chubby fingers, smearing the mess off on a grimy wall in a halfhearted attempt to clean her fingers before using her tongue to lick away what remained stuck to her fingers.
Candy needed to pee and simply squatted down in the walkway in full view of everyone and openly pissed on the floor. Candy hissed in pain as she peed through her infected peepee hole (Candy didn't know the correct medical term for this hole). It felt like she was pissing out razor blades dipped in battery acid!
Candy moaned orgasmically at the wonderful pain, thanking Slaanesh for the exquisite agony she felt every time she peed. Oh it was blissful!
As she was squatting down pissing, a random man groped her bare boobs from behind without even asking. Candy groaned erotically and leaned back into it, raising her arms to give him better boob groping access. The man happily groped her even more and Candy sat down in her own puddle of urine and let the man freely explore her busty naked body.
It predictably resulted in Candy getting fucked yet again, this time laying in a puddle of her own piss, and she had a wonderful time.
***...
Many many cocks later Candy was sitting in her personal apartment quarters in the chaos fortress, frantically scrubbing herself clean with cakes of soap and several buckets of purified distilled water. It took 3 separate washes to get completely clean inside and out, brushing her teeth repeatedly, washing out her vagina very thoroughly and even sticking a hose up her bum several times to cleanse her sodomised colon.
When she was as clean as she could get Candy then cleaned and sterilised the entire apartment, scouring the metal surfaces absolutely raw to remove the creeping filth of Nurgle.
In this massive fortress at least, the unhygienic filth could be managed in a way that was impossible outside. The thick adamantium walls could shrug off medium sized atomic bombs and provided a surprisingly effective barrier against the creeping filth. Adamantium at least could not be eaten through the way that most other metals were, and only the surface of the metal became putrid. With a bit of scrubbing and harsh cleaning chemicals, this outer filth came off leaving only the clean raw metal underneath.
Candy then washed herself again and finally got to enjoy a few hours of cleanliness before the creeping rot once more contaminated the apartment. She breathed in the glorious clean filtered air and put on some clean clothes, specifically a pink G String, a sexy pink bra and a white shirt with the words "FUCK ME" written on the front in big black letters.
Candy loved her skanky outfits. In this decaying place biodegradable fabrics quickly rotted away, but everything Candy owned was made of synthetic materials that seemed to be completely unaffected by the rot. Candy had an entire wardrobe of scandalous outfits, a lot of it belonging to her wife Labia.
Candy thought about her missing wife and looked sadly at their disused bondage equipment in the corner. Every single night Candy and Labia had enjoyed wonderful bondage fun time, they had been completely inseparable.
Labia was a wild girl, absolutely wild in bed and wild in bondage too. Candy couldn't even hazard a guess at how many orgasms Labia had given her over the years, that girl had done absolutely crazy things to Candy's body! Every night had been a new adventure, exploring every fetish and fantasy they could think of, being as wild as wild could be.
Candy felt a dull stab of pain as she thought about her wife the Tech Priestess, she missed her terribly.
The pair had been completely polar opposites in life, but 100 percent compatible sexually. Labia was a renowned infamous Dark Mechanicum Tech Priestess, a genius. Candy was an unskilled (currently unemployed) janitor by trade who couldn't even spell the word genius and lacked the maths skills to work in her dream job of a professional prostitute. Labia was a highly driven achiever who could hack Tau super computers, Candy was a nobody who could suck cocks. In almost every area of life they were completely different, but in the one area that matters in a Slaanesh couple they were absolutely perfect for each other.
Candy had never been able to understand Labia's job, it was completely beyond her dim understanding, but Candy PERFECTLY understood how to please Labia in bed.
In bed the pair were both completely insatiable enough to satisfy each other and both into exactly the same perverted things. They had been feverishly fucking each other every night since they hit puberty, childhood fuck buddies with decades of experience in each other's highly erotic bodies.
It didn't matter that Candy was dumb as a bag of rocks, it didn't matter that she didn't understand Labia's job. What mattered was Candy's ability to give Labia an absolutely wild sex life in bed each night, and in this role Candy had no equal. It takes a rare kind of woman to be slutty enough to sexually satisfy Tech Priestess Labia Nipple Johnson, and the unbelievably slutty Candy was just such a woman.
Candy nostalgically looked at the freshly cleaned bondage equipment, it seemed like only yesterday that she had Labia tied up in that chair with that vibrating dildo on the shelf lodged up in Labia's pussy at the highest vibration setting. Candy remember that she had used the bright pink ball gag on Labia's mouth, had used the black rubber whip on Labia's tits, had used the pair of purple synthetic feathers to tickle Labia's underarms, had used the blue plastic peg on Labia's clitoris...
A tear that Candy hadn't realised she had cried ran slowly down her cheek. She missed her wife terribly. The relationship between them had ran far deeper than just sex, far far deeper. Behind all the orgies and bondage and eating each other out, there had been a very deep intimacy. There had been a lot of very genuine love between them.
At the end of each wild night of passion, when their whip marked bodies were aching and their howling libidos were finally all cummed out, they had been remarkably tender and affectionate. They went to sleep each night tightly wrapped in each other's arms, softly kissing tenderly until they fell asleep. Every morning they had awoken in each other's arms and had greeted each other with tender kisses, often only half awake.
There had been so much kissing, kissing of different types for different moods, tender soft kisses, passionate wet kisses, erotic tongue in each other's mouth kisses. They had had so many different ways of kissing each other. It had been tender, staggeringly tender, the constant soft kisses to tell her that her wife loved her.
And not just the kisses, but the cuddles too, a million different ways of cuddling to tell each other "hey I love you".
It was in fact so many things, the hand holding, the little tickles, the tender words spoken to each other. Just little things, but those little things had been achingly tender and romantic. It was the little things that Candy missed the most, the little things are the true substance of any working marriage.
Strangers in the walkways could fuck Candy, strangers in the Slaaneshi bondage club could play kinky bondage games with Candy, but only her wife Labia could give her those little things that Candy now so desperately craved.
Candy sighed, would she ever get to experience those little things again?
