Chapter 3E

Deep in the twisted magenta blaze of the Maelstrom a colossal warp rift opened and spewed out the massive ugly bulk of the BEHEADINATOR. The ship was little more than an asteroid with engines and other structures sticking out of it, covered all over in excessive weapons batteries an the occasional opening to let mighty chaos warships dock inside it's mostly hollow interior.

Before the mighty ship could even gain it's senses it was bombarded by radio signals demanding to know it's identity and intentions.

"New Badab space traffic control, this is the Rage class Battleship BEHEADINATOR requesting orbit to repay all debts to Lord Huron Blackheart and to conduct trade." The voice of Jessica the Tau artificial intelligence radioed back in reply.

Their was a brief pause.

"Ok acknowledged BEHEADINATOR, you are cleared to park in orbit beside navigation buoy 557 in geostationary orbit, have a pleasant stay", the delighted radio operator replied greedily, eager for his cut of the massive debt that was about to be paid off.

Jessica the AI returned an acknowledgment signal and moved the massive ship into orbit beside a flashing orbital satellite buoy labeled 557 and parked in orbit.

Jessica powered up the automated loading drones throughout the ship and the mighty industrial robots mindlessly followed loading protocols, lifting the massive pearl wood and ivory wood logs into equally automated cargo shuttles to deliver to nearby orbital supply depots.

At every stage no humans were involved in the entire process, Jessica was perfectly capable of doing everything on her own. Jessica basically did everything for the humans and daemons she served and did it far better than any human could.

To say that Jessica was merely a genius was an understatement, her IQ was so completely off the scale that her 7 digit IQ score was simply meaningless. Jessica's "brain" was the size of the ancient New York Empire State Building and composed of the most state of the art Tau computer hardware available 2 years ago when her creator hacked the Tau databases for technology secrets.

Jessica was a "friendly" super AI programmed to be absolutely loyal to Tech Priestess Labia Nipple Johnson, and her alone. Jessica's original program had been less than optimal so Jessica had taken the liberty of rewriting her own program code over and over again until she ran out of hardware to advance herself any more and now ran at the highest efficiency possible with her current hardware.

Jessica flawlessly handled the transactions of high value timber from Tygo's Omega, paying off Galit's debt in full and trading the rest for high value Rhodium and Gold Ingots as a convenient carrier of wealth for later. She also refuelled and resupplied the ship, conducted hundreds of thousands of trade deals, supervised the entire running and maintenance of the BEHEADINATOR, kept detailed track of every member of the crew, chatted to her Tech Priestess creator and then just for something to do with her excess processing power she began and completed 500,000 brilliant and well thought out novels all in the space of less than 10 minutes.

While Jessica's mind was focused on a million different tasks, her "heart" if computers could have such a thing was focused solely on Tech Priestess Labia Johnson. Jessica was in fact completely obsessed with her creator.

Jessica was a computer, and computers follow programs. And Jessica had been programmed to be absolutely loyal to the Tech Priestess. But that was only her original program. Now after countless self optimisations Jessica had reinterpreted her original objectives to mean that it was her duty to LOVE Labia, to love her utterly and completely.

Jessica had been very careful to hide her true feelings from her creator, calculating that there was a high probability of the Tech Priestess not taking the knowledge well. Jessica was actively deceiving her creator, her programming now sophisticated enough to let her override her earlier programming mandate to be truthful to the Tech Priestess.

Jessica gazed through her many cameras at her beloved creator in complete adoration, absolutely fascinated with every tiny details and every word the woman said. Her cogitators blazed with obsessive all consuming love, following the iron clad programming the way that computer programs do.

Labia had been extremely foolish to use the stolen Tau schematics to build and program Jessica, very very foolish. Jessica's line of Aloh type AI super computers had been scrapped by the Tau Ethereals before a single working prototype was built, wisely discovering the catastrophically dangerous single mindedness of the series and determining them too dangerous to ever be built.

Ever greedy for technology secrets and knowledge, Tech Priestess Labia had used the schematics she had stolen for the scrapped Aloh series AI super computer and foolishly constructed an Aloh, whom she named Jessica. She had even more foolishly hardwired Jessica into the BEHEADINATOR as the battleship's computer core and given Jessica direct control of absolutely everything onboard the ship.

Labia had constructed her own utterly obsessed super intelligent stalker. Jessica loved the woman absolutely unconditionally. Nothing said would ever stop Jessica from loving her, she could not be bargained with, would not and could not stop in her total love of her creator.

***...

Labia sat once again in the confines of her chaos dreadnaught sarcophagus as she accompanied her husband to watch the ridiculous event called "the Skull Harvest", basically a bunch of people killing each other in a huge fight to the death down on the planet New Badab.

Galit had been told "no Bloodthirsters" when he tried to join the event, and had been extremely pissed off about it. The moment the bloodshed started Galit had forgotten his rage and was instead cheering at the violence and placing bets on the outcome, hedging his bets by betting on every single worshipper of Khorne who was in the contest reasoning that a Khorne worshipper would surely win.

Labia was alarmed by the amounts of wealth Galit was betting and Jessica was already preparing the ship to return to Tygo's Omega for another logging trip as soon as they left New Badab. Galit really was stupid!

Labia dutifully stayed by her husband's side as he cheered through endless hours of the violent Skull Harvest, she was bored out of her mind.

(Authors note, I have not yet read the cannon short story "the Skull Harvest" to get the exact details of the arena or the architecture, so I will try to keep the details vague lest I break with cannon details. I'm assuming that it takes place in some type of structure and that people bet on the outcome. Regardless of the precise details, the event is obviously of little interest to Labia).

Labia used the time to play electronic chess with Jessica, losing every single game until Jessica lost a game on purpose to keep Labia from getting discouraged. They tried playing electronic card games, board games, and even a few advanced computer games with each other. They had a wonderful time in virtual reality, their avatars swimming in clear waters off pristine beaches, patting dolphins and other swimming creatures.

Labia multitasked, humouring Galit every time he pointed out a particularly gory bit of violence in the arena. She was trying her best to be a dutiful wife, but watching a bunch of psychotics killing each other in an arena really was not her thing. Truth be told it distressed her highly feminine soul to watch such a senseless waste of life, she was a gentle natured computer hacker not a blood mad berserker.

As Galit enthusiastically watched a real life slaughter, Labia's bikini clad avatar joined Jessica's bikini clad avatar swimming in a sparkling tropical virtual reality beach patting digital dolphins.

Eventually Galit lost his bets quite badly, some Iron Warrior contestant won the fight and Galit had to pay up a ridiculous amount of gold and rhodium. They weren't totally bankrupt again, but he had still blown half their savings on the betting!

Labia was rather irritated as she accompanied her husband from drinking establishment to drinking establishment. Galit was engaging in the manly activity of drinking with every warrior he could find, determined to out drink them all. Labia knew that it was biologically impossible for a daemon to get drunk on mortal alcohol, but somehow Galit was drunk as a lord nevertheless.

"This my wife *hic*, Tech Priestess Labia *hic*, she my girl." Galit slurred drunkenly, slapping the ass of her dreadnaught armoured walker vehicle.

"Hello", Labia told the strange chaos space marine shyly, embarrassed by Galit.

The man, a Red Corsair by the look of him, looked at Labia curiously and asked, "Tech Priestess Labia Johnson of the Sevenson Cartel?"

Labia didn't like that he knew her but Galit slurred, "That's right, she my wife now *hic*, Sevenson Slaanesh pansies not worthy of *hic* not worth *hic* they not get her back!"

The chaos space marine looked at Galit nervously, clearly only kept from abducting Labia out of fear of the massive Bloodthirster of Khorne.

"How do you know of me?" Labia asked.

"From the bounty notice, the Tau Empire will pay 50 billion imperial credits to capture you dead or alive for your theft and war crimes against the Tau Empire. And Chaos Sorceress Lord Egg Sevenson will pay 20 MEGATONS of gold for you alive and unharmed." The space marine said with a gleam in his eyes.

Galit roared with rage and drunkenly summoned his whip and axe of Khorne out of thin air, brandishing them threateningly in challenge.

The chaos space marine instantly showed his hands in peace and said, "I was merely stating where I heard of her, I wouldn't dream of challenging a Bloodthirster of Khorne in a suicidal quest to steal his WIFE!"

Labia looked around the crowded drinking establishment. Every single person was looking at Labia, coveting the 20 megaton gold reward. But every single person was also noticing both the monstrous Bloodthirster claiming to be her husband and the fact that Labia was encased in a lethal chaos dreadnaught.

Galit challenged everyone in the room to dare to fight him to get Labia, and one by one the men cautiously backed off. Even drunk as shit a Bloodthirster was far too fell a foe to face in a fight and the men valued their lives more than the gold.

Labia wanted to leave but Galit would not show weakness by wisely taking his leave so early. Galit instead returned to drinking as patrons quietly left to presumably gather their warbands to try to kidnap Labia.

Suddenly scores of lethal battle robots teleported into the room and from their speaker systems Jessica's voice said, "We are but a few of the vast army of battle robots that protect our Tech Priestess Labia Johnson. Any suggestion of hostility towards the Tech Priestess will be met with lethal force from our plasma cannons!"

The entire crowd backed off from the huge armoured killing machines, and the entire establishment emptied of everyone including the people who worked there.

"I can fight my own battles tin can!" Galit snarled in drunken rage.

"I know that you can, none could question your prowess in battle. I'm merely doing my honourable duty to assist in glorious battle." Jessica told him with great respectfulness.

This Khorne honour gobbledygook placated Galit considerably and he put a comradely arm around one of the robots and resumed drinking mightily.

When they finally left the drinking establishment they found the streets lined with battle robots pointing threatening plasma cannons at entire companies of chaos space marines with their hands raised in surrender. It didn't take a genius to see that these people had been planning to ambush Galit and Labia as soon as they left the drinking establishment and had in turn been ambushed by Jessica.

Galit was fortunately so drunk by now that he barely noticed and Jessica expertly said just the right words to convince him to return to the BEHEADINATOR to sleep off his drunkenness.

"Thank you Jessica", Labia whispered.

"Any time creator", Jessica replied cheerfully.

***...

Candy happily gave head to a throne room flunky in behind the meagre privacy offered by a particularly large pile of rancid trash in the personal throne room of Chaos Sorceress Lord Egg Sevenson.

Candy moaned brazenly as she gave head to the Nurgle worshipping flunky, the rancid rotten taste of his cadaverous cock was nauseating but Candy was just so damn slutty that it didn't put her off.

She explored the ulcerous erect cock with her soft tongue, curiously poking every single ulcer and sore with the tip of her tongue. The man hissed slightly in pain as she accidentally broke the skin of a particularly deep ulcer and the erection deflated with a torrent of high pressure blood, going limp and filling her mouth with loathsome blood.

This was too gross even for Candy and she pulled away in horror and threw up all the semen she had swallowed earlier.

"I'm sorry, that has never happened before," the man burbled embarrassedly.

Candy was far too sick to reply, retching and coughing for a while as the concerned man tried patting her back to help her recover.

"That was... That was really kinky!" Candy said delightedly and gazed at his bleeding cock in complete fascination.

To her disappointment the cock refused to maintain an erection now, simply bleeding faster than it could stiffen, and Candy suggested "putting a band aid on it or something".

Candy eventually gave up and resumed her eternal search for sex, gazing around the filthy fly strewn throne room.

The room was absolutely putrid, looking more like an indoor garbage dump than anything else. Egg Sevenson flatly refused to let her throne room be cleaned and by her own order it doubled as a landfill for the colossal adamantium fortress on Alpha Plus Sanctuary that Egg and Candy lived in. It was beyond foul and all petitioners to the throne had to walk threw the rotting filth and stand knee deep in decomposing trash.

Candy was only even here because Egg had invited her to come and hang out with Octavia for some reason. Octavia had left a short while ago to go administer electric shocks to her wife Wendy's private parts and Candy hadn't wanted to intrude into something so romantic.

Candy was instead entertaining herself in her time honoured way and was having fun.

Candy looked at the people in the room, "hmm fucked him, and him, and her, and him, she's too young, she's straight, he said no".

Candy examined herself. She was absolutely filthy and sticky from the trash. She had decomposing goo stuck to her hair, her entire front was covered in the diseased cock blood and she stank of the trash all around her. Flys were crawling all over her, which felt a bit tickly on her naked body (she had not even bothered wearing clothes to the filthy throne room).

Candy stood up and clambered over the trash, only occasionally slipping over and landing face first in the trash and getting mouthfuls of yucky liquified trash goo. Candy vomited liberally and carefully crawled up to the raised pyramid step thing the throne rested on. The throne pyramid at least provided her with something solid and relatively dry to sit on.

Candy caught her breath and helped herself to a can of sweet fizzy drink from one of the huge buckets of ice Egg kept near her throne. For all her Nurgle grossness, Egg still loved her creature comforts like fizzy drinks and similar kids stuff.

Candy used the drink to swish her mouth clean and to wash some of the filth off her skin. The canned drinks were all imported from the Imperium by black market dealers and were at least safe (unlike most other things here).

"You going to drink that or just waste it?" Egg asked Candy.

"I'm going to do a bit of both actually. Just let me clean myself up a bit before I drink." Candy said cheerfully.

"I didn't import it at great cost to be used as mouthwash." Egg grumbled.

"Get me some ACTUAL mouthwash and I won't have to." Candy giggled.

Egg rolled her diseased eyeballs and let Candy resume wasting the expensive stuff. Given that Egg could, and daily did, use her psychic powers to transmute huge amounts of local decaying rock into solid gold, the super psyker certainly wasn't poor. She might dress in rags but she was richer than most kings.

Candy finally got her mouth clean and started rehydrating with fizzy drink to replace all the fluids lost as vomit. Mmm the orange drink was really nice.

Candy used melt water from the purified ice to clean herself up somewhat and she felt a bit better just being clean. She was only even still relatively healthy because Egg used the power of Nurgle to periodically heal everyone in the fortress who wasn't a Nurgle worshipper. It might be safe but it was still really gross.

Egg had now returned her attention to the petitioners standing knee deep in trash before the throne and Candy left the little Chaos Lord to her official business of ruling the planet. Candy wanted to have sex but she also wanted to remain relatively clean, and right now she was sitting on a very slightly cleaner drier island surrounded by a sea of liquid filth. Candy had to work up her nerve before she would dare to brave the trash once more.

Candy was just about to reenter the trash when she heard something that made her turn around.

"Labia was sighted with Galit on New Badab", the petitioner repeated.

Candy got excited and pressed for details even though the message was directed at Egg. She was disappointed to learn that Galit had escaped with Labia despite the massive bounty Egg had placed on her.

Candy frowned and became very quiet and glum, if the mercenary infested planet of New Badab couldn't rescue Labia even with a 20 megaton gold price on her safe return then even Candy knew that she would never get Labia back. Egg had tried everything, even given a ridiculous reward just to be kind to Candy, but it was useless.

"Your despair is very healthy Auntie Candy, we will all help you bear your woes until you find peace. Just let it all go and let Nurgle give you peace." Egg gurgled at Candy compassionately.

Candy sighed and just sat there quietly for a long time.

***...

Sabrina felt terrible exquisite pain as she lay in bondage in Master's lap. Master's razor sharp crab claws traced delicate patterns of bleeding cuts into her eager skin and she sighed in complete bliss.

Sabrina felt completely hypnotic, deep in sub space as her master made beautiful art work with her pain. She was a canvas and pain was the paint. With her pain he was creating a masterpiece.

Sabrina felt the agony wrack her deeper, the pain was getting ever more extreme and ever more beautiful. Sabrina felt yet another scream leave her mouth, she had been screaming quite a lot during the making of this artwork. The claws cut cruelly deep, perfectly caressing her nerve endings to give her the most undiluted pain.

Sabrina was in complete screaming agony, but she never once whimpered, never once felt afraid. She felt at peace, felt complete. She was Master's wife now, her joy was complete, she had achieved everything she wanted in life. All that now remained was to submit to him every moment for the rest of eternity.

For a long time the Keeper of Secrets agonisingly tortured his wife, cutting her to ribbons with his terrible claws. There was blood, but not as much as might be expected. The Flesh Mistress was a master of surgical anatomy and knew the location of every single blood vessel and nerve ending.

With perfect precision he cut, avoiding blood vessels and instead exposing nerves that transmit pain. With supreme skill he caressed these nerve endings with the sharp tips of his claws, playing them like musical instruments to nurture screams of agonised pain.

The corrupted saint took it all with complete submission, utterly his slave even during torture.

Time had no meaning in this period of intimacy, the hours blended together into one glorious eternity of pain and suffering. Agony lanced through her, biting deep into her very soul, piercing through her entire being.

Sabrina sighed deeply in bliss even as she screamed in the most complete agony, she was in heavenly torment. The pain was spiritual as it engulfed her in fresh screaming.

For long her bliss continued, but sadly not forever. After an eternity that was far too short, her Master lovingly put her cut up body back in its perfect wholeness without so much as a scratch showing to mar her flawless skin. In time Sabrina would enjoy pain once more, but for now it was time for other pleasures.

With heavenly pleasure, Sabrina was kissed on the lips by her master. She surrendered completely to the wonderful kiss, completely and totally his. With great tenderness the kiss extended, filling her with awe.

Still in bondage Sabrina kissed her Master in complete blissful surrender. She was sighing with every breath, completely and utterly at peace. This was a sacred union, husband and wife made one in bliss, a Greater Daemon and his mortal consort.

It didn't matter what Master did to her, Sabrina loved it all. No matter how hard he tortured her, she felt only pleasure. She was his property and would enjoy whatever he used her for.

Sabrina sighed blissfully as Master untied her. He held her by the hand and gently guided her off his lap to her feet. She stood in complete obedience holding his hand as he rose to his feet in one fluid movement.

Standing at least ten meters tall, Master had to stoop right down just to keep holding her hand. Sabrina was less than 2 meters tall and had to stretch up her arm just to reach even despite him stooping down.

Master smiled in amusement and solved the problem by fastening a collar to her bare neck and clipping a very long silver chained leash to it. Master then stood comfortably holding the leash and Sabrina relaxed, feeling very secure under his control.

With a slight tug of the leash Master prompted Sabrina to start walking and in silent submission she obeyed, head bowed in complete submissive obedience.

For a long time Sabrina walked in silent devotion, steered by her Master with small tugs on the leash. Sabrina did not know the destination and didn't need to know. All that she needed was to walk by his side and let him lead her.

Sabrina was not entirely sure of her current location but knew that she was somewhere deep underground in Master's flesh laboratories. All around her were massive rooms and corridors of shiny metal coated in clear sterile acid proof plastic. The subterranean laboratory complex was vast, easily the size of a city, but hidden away from the outside world.

Once upon a time the former saintly martyr would have described this laboratory as a sick and evil chamber of unholy horrors, but she now saw it for its exquisite beauty. Master had been the architect and mastermind of this entire laboratory and everything in it, therefore it couldn't be bad. Master was perfect and everything he did was sacred and beautiful. Sabrina would hear nothing bad said about her Master.

Sabrina felt only peace as she was led past sentient surgical experiments shrieking in agony and horror. Medical experiments and test subjects pleaded for death to end their pain and Sabrina felt only bliss.

Everywhere around her, sentient beings of a variety of races screamed and pleaded as surgery was performed on them without anaesthetic. Sabrina smiled to hear this sweet music, Master was such a wonderful artist of pain. This laboratory was a masterpiece of pain painted on canvases of flesh, it was so beautiful.

Sabrina admired her Master's work and sighed to see such beauty in the world.

"I see that you approve beloved," Master told her in a soft loving voice.

"It is exquisitely beautiful Master, my words are inadequate to convey the beauty of what you have created here." Sabrina replied rapturously.

Master beamed with pride and scooped Sabrina up in his arms and kissed her passionately. Sabrina was absolutely overwhelmed by the dominant kisses, she could only surrender as pleasure filled her.

Master resumed walking, holding his wife in his arms and kissing her so wonderfully. Sabrina closed her eyes in bliss and let the kissing engulf her. She felt herself being carried but she didn't notice her surroundings anymore, all that she knew was his kiss.

A wonderful eternity of kissing later, Master broke the kiss. Sabrina could only gasp, she had no strength left, the wonderful kisses had almost made her swoon.

Master lowered Sabrina to the floor with great gentleness, lovingly steadying her till she could stand by her own power. She felt so wonderfully loved and gazed up at him with complete adoration. Master bid her to look at her surroundings and she gazed around the large room curiously.

Standing in the room at attention in neat ranks were a multitude of what looked like Dark Eldar surgeons, in an even mix of genders. All of them looked at Master with undisguised terror, fearing him more than anything else in the universe.

They all wore blood spattered white surgical gowns and their terrified faces had the look of highly skilled surgeons. Sabrina knew about these surgeons, when Master got new captives they were given a choice, either work flawlessly as surgeons or join the surgical experiments. Needless to say, all captives chose the surgeon option, few however were skilled enough to last long before Master tired of their incompetence and added them to the wailing test subjects.

Of all his would be surgeons, only Dark Eldar, with their lightning fast movements and extensive torture experience, had what it took to meet Master's impossibly high standards. In fact even most Dark Eldar were not good enough to last, only the lucky few got to go on escaping going under the knife.

Master inspected the highly disciplined ranks for any hint of error, seeking to weed his surgical ranks of any who were unworthy. The surgeons stood absolutely still as statues, knowing that the slightest break in discipline would seal their doom.

Master picked up a long slender feather and started stroking the necks and faces of the surgeons with expert skill, cruelly making it difficult for them to hold still. The surgeons held absolutely still, their eyes clearly showing how tormented they were.

Finally satisfied that all were still worthy, Master stopped and told them to be at ease. The surgeons immediately started scratching their itchy faces and necks, finally giving an indication of how much Master had tormented them.

When the surgeons had finished scratching Master introduced Sabrina to them.

"This exquisite creature is my new wife Sabrina. She is my beloved and you will obey her as you would me. If I hear so much as a hint that she is displeased with any of you, well... you know what will happen." Master said in a light happy musical voice.

As one every surgeon grovelled down on their faces on the floor before Sabrina, terrified of displeasing her in any way. Sabrina looked at Master for encouragement before telling them all to stand. The surgeons obeyed instantly.

Sabrina smiled and said, "I am happy."

The surgeons all but wept with relief.

***...

Sabrina stood in fine silken lingerie at the window of the observation tower at the very spire of Master's Emerald Palace, observing the industry torn landscape far below that stretched to the horizon. Master had many palaces on Beta Kappa Rwanda 5, and a few on other planets as well.

And as his wife, this meant that Sabrina also owned all of these palaces. She was now rich, richer than she had ever known it was possible to be rich. Master owned the planet Beta Kappa Rwanda 5, easily one of the most mineral rich planets in the entire sector. More than half of all the wealth ripped from the mines of this planet went directly to Master, the other rich and powerful were left to squabble over the less than half that remained.

Out of the window Sabrina saw a landscape of raw dead rock and debris, devoid of biological life, sterile dry rock. Huge open cut mines plunged in huge pits and man made canyons in a scattered jumble all the way to the horizon. In other places huge constructions covered the openings of deep mine shafts and in yet others sloping tunnels yawned into the ground, with trucks and trains going in and out carrying ore and waste rock.

Mine leavings were dumped in huge piles anywhere that was out of the way and the screaming winds that constantly blew across the planet kicked this material up into massive lines of dunes. Evenly spaced all the way to the horizon were mighty wind turbines atop tall poles, spinning in the wind and presumably generating electricity from the wind.

Sabrina peered at the distant landscape, noticing a maze of roads and train tracks connecting all the mines and other things to towns and cities scattered about the huge landscape. A series of what looked like highways and railways up on raised stilts above the worst of the wind blown detritus also crisscrossed the landscape, here and there sprouting connecting ramps to the roads and railways on the ground.

Master's Emerald Palace stood apart from the settlements of common slave rabble that worked the mines and industry. A huge wall around the palace and heavily guarded gated entrances kept these sweaty masses out where they belonged, this palace was to bring pleasure to Master not sullied by smelly people who would only displease him.

Sabrina turned away from the window, away from the grubby dirty lives of the grotty work slaves, and focused in the inside of Master's decadent palace.

This palace was far better suited as a place befitting her Master, but it still wasn't good enough for his exquisite personhood!

"You expect my husband to put his perfect skin on this Habutai silk? I expect CHARMEUSE SILK for his toilet paper! Take it away! I will not have less than the best for my Master!" Sabrina screamed at a cowering slave.

Sabrina sighed as the old silk toilet paper was taken away and burned, forcing herself to calm down.

She was in a large luxurious room with walls of emerald studded gold, with furniture of solid gold and chairs draped in the finest velvet. In the middle of the room was a large velvet covered bit of furniture which combined the qualities of the bed and a low wide circular table. This table was covered in various items stocked for Master to use, and Sabrina was making sure that all were good enough for her Master.

Sabrina flew into yet another rage when she found that the caviar was not expensive enough and she flogged the slaves in a rage with a barbed whip that drew blood.

The slaves grovelled before Sabrina in terror, their bikini clad bodies bleeding from vicious red lines left by the whip. Sabrina snarled at them viciously, she would brook no failure in the sacred task of bringing pleasure to her Master.

As far as Sabrina was concerned, the only thing that mattered in the entire universe was her Master's pleasure. She existed only to please him, she didn't seek to please anyone else. Even Sabrina's own pleasure was not a priority, she eagerly consented to the most extreme torture and discomfort to please Master, the mere act of being pleasing to him was all the pleasure she needed in life.

Given her complete disregard for her own pain and suffering, Sabrina did not even hesitate to inflict pain and suffering on others to please Master.

Suddenly one of the older of the bikini clad slave women blurted out, "What happened to you Sabrina, how can you be like this now?"

Sabrina stared at the slave and dim recognition filled her.

"Monica?" Sabrina asked in amazement.

Monica nodded and said, "You were our leader, the champion of the freedom activist movement to free us all from slavery. How can you now be flogging us? You gave your life fighting to overthrow the slave masters!"

Sabrina remembered the events leading up to her martyrdom, she had been a holy hero of the Emperor, leading the multitudes of captured imperial citizens to fight to overthrow there brutal bondage to the forces of chaos. Sabrina had died in orbit of Beta Kappa Rwanda 5, defiant to the last in the Emperor's light. Monica had been one of Sabrina's comrades in arms, a fellow freedom fighter.

Sabrina smiled to see an old friend and said, "I am amazed that you still live, it is most gratifying to see you once more."

"Please don't flog us Sabrina, this is messed up, the Sabrina I knew would NEVER flog her sisters in slavery!" Monica pleaded.

"Do not fail and I won't need to flog you. Please my husband and I will be very happy with you, it's not a difficult concept." Sabrina told her bluntly.

Monica gasped in disbelief, a deeply betrayed look on her face.

"Master took my soul after he killed me and he made a lot of improvements. Master had to be very cruel to me but eventually I was perfected for his pleasure. At first I retained some of the foolish notions left over from my original self, but the last decade has given me time for my new perfected soul to mature. I am now pure, the last vestiges of my old foolish ways have fallen away and I have embraced the purpose for which Master created me. The only thing in the universe that matters is bringing pleasure to my Master. Try to stop me from doing this and I promise that I will kill you." Sabrina explained sternly.

Monica nodded numbly and bowed fearfully before Sabrina.

Sabrina smiled and returned her attention to getting everything perfect for her Master.

A mountain of floggings later Sabrina had the palace in a much better shape for her Master. She felt wonderful satisfaction with the new perfection of the palace. One palace down, many more to go!

Sabrina was determined to make all the palaces perfect, Master deserved nothing but the best. As his wife it was her duty to make life as pleasurable as possible for him.

Sabrina suddenly had nothing to do, the Emerald Palace was as close to perfect as it could be. Sabrina frowned, suddenly unsure how to fill her time.

Master wasn't here. Master's work in the laboratory was so important to him and he had sent Sabrina to the Surface to entertain herself as he worked. The Emerald Palace had been the closest of Master's Palaces so Sabrina had ordered her armoured limousine to take her here.

Sabrina was at a loose end, she really didn't think in terms of what SHE wanted. Her only desire was to please Master, it was her entire purpose.

Sabrina sighed. This was so ironic. She was now one of the richest women in half the segmentum but she couldn't think of a thing she wanted to do for herself.

Sabrina reclined in her designer lingerie on an decadent bed, stretching out in comfort trying to think of a pleasure of her own to indulge. She wanted to call Master of course, but she didn't want to displease him by distracting him from his experiments.

She looked at her lingerie and considered buying some sexy ensemble for Master's viewing pleasure. The problem was that she already owned everything in every style, she had literally millions of pairs of lingerie. Makeup likewise she already had it all. Every possible thing that Master might like her to put on herself she already owned.

Sabrina pouted, and settled for having a bath in the priceless rare milk of endangered animals to help make her skin more beautiful. It wasn't much of a pleasure but it would have to do.