Chapter 46H

There was panic and pandemonium down on the surface of Autoclave as pirate fighters and bombers roared high overhead, answered by the roar of ground to air missiles and the whirring chainsaw sound of high rapidity ground based anti air Gatling gun fire.

Because the Sevenson Cartel was not completely stupid, they had made sure that from equator to the poles the planet had been bristled with ground based air defences, knowing that the pirates would return with their aircraft swarming tactics, and these filled the air with figurative clouds of high velocity metal.

Bombs and aircraft alike exploded overhead as they were mowed down by Gatling gun fire, and bombs and strafing fire ripped down to rip apart air defences in turn, civilians on the ground cowering under any cover they could find in a panic.

The entire household of Wendy Sevenson plus the apprentices were all cowering in the deepest basement level of the resort, with thick concrete over their heads, joined by every other guest of the hotel and every local woman who could make it down here in time.

Wendy Sevenson was currently in direct wireless contact with the fleet in orbit on a laptop cogitator, trying to direct her subordinates up in orbit to allocate resources efficiently to the defence efforts, her laptop screen constantly showing a continuous stream of text information about what was happening up there.

Around Wendy cowered all her cherished ones and household slaves, all looking nervously at her for leadership and information, even Mistress Lash herself looking to Wendy as the leader in this situation.

"The Unexpected Sodomy was just completely overrun by the pirates, it is captured and lost.", Wendy grimly updated the loved ones, causing murmurs of despair and dismay.

"That's the 8th ship so far.", Mistress Lash said worriedly.

"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy replied grimly in agreement.

The entire resort rocked and there was a loud explosion, a bomb having just directly hit the resort!

The hundreds of people down in the basement groaned in shock, stunned by the raw power of the blast.

The concrete overhead was cracked and slightly deformed now, with rebar visible through huge gaps where some of the concrete had fallen away from the thick slab, concrete dust filling the room now making everyone cough.

More explosions sounded in the nearby area, the entire island being bombed and strafed with the highly aggressive aircraft, the entire ground vibrating from the weight of all the bombs.

The air defence noises were less numerous now, many having been blown up by this attack, and the people in the basement cowered fearfully.

More and more bombs shook the entire island end to end, and the air defence noises silenced entirely!

The bombs went silent, the aircraft having run out of military targets, and after a few more passes overhead the aircraft left to find new targets elsewhere, leaving the survivors in peace.

Wendy kept in contact with the fleet, relaying information to the people in the basement.

"The Nightmare Asylum holds out strong, it has shot down over two thousand aircraft with its anti aircraft defensive turrets and has destroyed three escort carriers with its long range laser lance batteries.", Wendy told the room.

The room was encouraged and Wendy continued to give hope with cherry-picked information, hiding how dire the true situation was.

The Sevenson fleet was still alive, but it was being comprehensively swarmed by never ending waves of pirates, the pirate aircraft simply too numerous to shoot down all of them. Literally millions of Khorne worshipping pirates had boarded every single ship in the fleet, and the crews and passengers were fighting for their lives from defensive positions, using every dirty trick in existence to kill the pirates fast enough to keep them from overrunning the ships.

Monomolecular blade wire had been strung up across corridors in vast quantities, supplemented by razor wire, chicken wire, steel cables and chains and anything else, the floor under these wire obstacles covered with landmines and traps and jagged blades welded to the floor. An endless spray of shotgun fire filled the air as berserk pirates tried to penetrate the nightmare of wire obstacles, the floors piling up to the ceiling with dead bodies in places.

The pirates were taking huge casualties but they were so blood thirsty and aggressive that they just overwhelmed kill zones and traps with their raw numbers, using explosive charges to literally blast through the piles of bodies to keep charging forward.

The Fleet was gradually losing some of the smaller ships, not having enough people to defend every ship equally, focusing the majority of available defenders in the most important ships like the Nightmare Asylum.

The people having the worst time were the soldiers on the ground in the equatorial regions in their refrigerated space suits, already in the middle of fighting Khorne daemons when this air attack began. They were taking heavy casualties and the daemonic armies of Khorne were now breaking through the lines, heading towards the poles where Wendy now was…

The pirate aircraft were rapidly driving all the remaining ground forces down into hiding in heavy terrain, systematically destroying every anti aircraft gun on the ground with huge swarms that took heavy casualties before drowning the guns in bombs. The pirate airforce had taken absolutely insane losses, but they were so numerous that they were still operational, simply shrugging off losses that would cripple most airforces. The pirates seemed to build little else besides aircraft, with aircraft factories being found on some of the islands, previously using some of the enslaved women as a workforce to continually manufacture new aircraft for the pirates.

The war wasn't lost yet however. The Fleet had spent the last few days mass producing orbiting anti aircraft gun satellites, enough of them operational to rip into the pirate space aircraft fleets and cull huge numbers of them. The pirates were having trouble getting their missiles and bombs to hit these satellites because they had radar guided Gatling guns that shot down most missiles, these satellites could possibly win the day if the fleet could just hold out long enough.

The 100 Firestorm class Frigates of the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron were also a potent addition to the Sevenson Fleet in orbit. These frigates were deliberately designed to defend capital ships and convoys against enemy aircraft and torpedoes, and had enormous numbers of anti aircraft turrets that each individually sprayed out thousands of rounds per minute, and they were making mince out of pirate aircraft.

These frigates were identified by the pirates as being the most extreme anti aircraft threat, being part of the specialised anti aircraft task force that routinely hunted the Blood Sharks themselves whenever they strayed too close to Vem Omicron, and the pirates were swamping these Frigates with endless waves of Shark assault boats as their primary targets before they could shoot down the entire airforce.

According to reports the Frigates now had their engines shot out and they were fighting off millions of boarders with their Spitting Vipers chaos space marines and armed chapter serfs, holding their own surprisingly well with their codex Astartes anti pirate tactics. The Vem Omicron Empire fought these pirates all the time and were much more experienced in this sort of warfare, making such heavy use of Frigates as their primary warships because a Frigate was specifically designed to battle pirates and aircraft, making them far more formidable than the Sevenson Fleet which was designed to fight traditional heavy navies rather than light pirates and aircraft.

Without the 100 Firestorm Frigates the Sevenson Fleet would have already been overwhelmed, it was very fortunate that these allies were present right now to help.

In the long term victory might well be assured from the Frigates alone, but in the short term things were much more precarious, especially for Wendy and the others currently on the ground, with an army of Khorne daemons currently wading and swimming towards them from where they had breached the equatorial front lines, not to mention from the pirates themselves. This would get a lot worse before it got better.

Wendy's laptop cogitator then went suddenly dead, with smoke billowing out of it, as did her vox phone and every other electronic device in the room!

"Fuck!, The pirates must have detonated an electronic warfare bomb in the upper atmosphere!, This is the work of an electromagnetic pulse bomb weapon!", Wendy cursed to the room in general.

"What does that mean Owner Wendy?", the gorgeous stupid tickle slave Octavia asked in confusion.

"It means my dear tickle slave that every electronic device that isn't hardened against electromagnetic radiation is now fried and useless. It means that we have no communications and no way of knowing what is going on up in the Fleet now.", Wendy explained grimly.

"What about devices that are electo-magically erect against science magic?", Octavia asked hopefully with bovine stupidity.

"Electo-magically erect against science magic?", Wendy repeated incredulously, always surprised by how comically stupid Octavia was.

"Would they work?", Octavia pressed hopefully.

"Radiation hardened military grade electronics like space marine power armour are much more resistant to electromagnetic pulses, but not our civilian vox phones and cogitators. The military gear carried by our soldiers should still work, assuming they haven't been blown up with bombs.", Wendy conceded.

"Well let's go find one Owner Wendy.", Octavia urged with childish folly.

"You are not leaving this basement until it's safe, I don't want you getting killed or injured from shrapnel.", Wendy informed her tickle slave.

"Yes Owner Wendy.", Octavia replied stupidly.

Wendy was about to say something else when a shrapnel gashed floating disk shaped Tau gun drone floated down unsteadily into the basement through a hole in the concrete ceiling!

Everyone in the basement looked at the pulse carbine equipped xenos military robot in horror.

"Candy?", the drone asked in a sexy female Tau voice.

"I'm here!", Candy Johnson herself said from the back of the crowded basement, Wendy unaware that she had even been present.

The gun drone floated over to the bikini clad blonde Candy, the military grade Tau electronics in the drone apparently fully hardened against the effects of the electromagnetic pulse.

"Jessica!", Candy said emotionally and hugged the floating killing machine!

"Fuck!", Every sensible person in the room exclaimed, (naturally not including Octavia), none of them wanting to be in a confined space with a weaponised machine controlled by the insane Tau artificial intelligence Jessica!

The gun drone raised up a series of antennae topped with light projectors, and these flickered to create a hologram of a beautiful blue skinned red haired Tau woman wearing a bikini, the hologram standing in the basement and looking around briefly at everyone before fussing over Candy like an obsessive lover.

"Other copies of me are on the way here, we suffered a lot of damage from the bombs. Our minds are linked in a network intelligence but I don't have much processing power available right now.", Jessica told Candy, ignoring everyone else.

"Does Labia know that I am in danger?", Candy asked Jessica.

"She knows and is on her way in the BEHEADINATOR, but it will take days for her to arrive to rescue you. For now I will keep you safe.", Jessica the hologram told Candy tenderly.

Wendy let out a sigh of relief, the Dark Mechanicum space hulk BEHEADINATOR would make a great difference in the war against the pirates.

"More of me is arriving now Candy.", Jessica said tenderly.

The door to the basement opened and a huge shrapnel gashed XV8 Crisis Battle-suit crouched in through the doorway, crouching down to awkwardly walk towards Candy, with intense exhaust heat blowing out of grated heat vents on its back.

The huge Tau battle suit had no flesh and blood pilot, the life support display lights all faintly glowing red to show that the inside of the cockpit had no fresh breathable air. The battle suit was instead being piloted by the Tau artificial intelligence Jessica, who had apparently downloaded a copy of her mind into the computer of the battle suit to control it.

The suit gazed around the room with sensors and cameras on its elegant square periscope head, taking in the room with electronic sensors, its robotic limbs moving with electric servos and motors, all of it gyroscopically stabilised and elegant in motion.

The battle suit hugged Candy fondly with its huge weapon studded arms, speaker systems on the chassis making soothing reassuring noises and instrumental Asian sounding soft Tau music.

"Do you still have vox contact with the Cartel Fleet?", Wendy asked the Tau machine intelligence.

"Of course.", The hologram of Jessica replied, flickering and glitching slightly in the warp.

Heavy footsteps shook the ground and the glowing square head of an XV88 Broadside Battle-suit gazed in through the basement doorway.

"I cannot fit with my rail guns.", The XV88 said in the female Tau voice of Jessica, all of this gear containing a copy of the mind of the rogue artificial intelligence that were all networked together for maximum intelligence.

More gun drones floated down through the hole in the ceiling, more and more of Jessica assembling to protect her second girlfriend Candy.

"I have more drones and battle suits laying around damaged in the jungle, I am attempting to repair them with my surviving DX4 Technical Drones. Additionally I am preparing a defensive hiding place. As soon as it is nighttime I will escort all those in danger to a tunnel system I am digging in the jungle to hide.", Jessica informed the room in general.

"Will we be able to hide from the daemons in there?", Wendy asked curiously.

"Not you, you will not be hiding in the tunnels. Only those in danger of death will hide.", Jessica informed Wendy somewhat coldly, her hologram flickering and glitching slightly.

"I won't be hiding?", Wendy asked worriedly.

"No, you will not be killed by the Khorne daemons, they will take you alive to enslave you for the pirates to breed with you. All who will be spared death have no reason to hide.", Jessica explained with cold machine logic.

"You want me to be raped?", Wendy asked slightly shocked.

"Correct. It is the logical course of action to keep you alive with the highest probability of survival. All those beautiful physically young women who the pirates would desire for breeding are safe, only the others need to hide to survive. All the beautiful young fleet women will put on bikinis and blend in with the local women, the pirates won't even tell the difference.", Jessica explained with flawless machine logic.

"So who will hide in the tunnels then?", Mistress Lash asked slightly nervously.

"The men and the physically old women, plus any women who are not attractive enough for the pirates to want to rape. Of your group Fetter and Chaquille will come with me, the rest of you will wear bikinis and pretend to be local women who have lived here for a long time.", Jessica said unsympathetically.

"This sounds like it could be fun, I will get to fuck so many pirates!", Candy exclaimed happily like a complete whore.

"Yes that is correct, you are still young enough and are definitely attractive enough to please the pirates my darling. Have fun and do nothing to resist them and you will be safe.", Jessica told Candy lovingly.

"I don't want to be raped by male pirates…", the big breasted stripy skinned young Fhimra whimpered worriedly.

"The tunnels have a limited capacity, they are for those who have no other chance of survival. It doesn't have room for everyone else. Just stay in the middle of the jungle away from the roads and paths to make yourself harder to reach. It's only a few Terra days until the BEHEADINATOR arrives.", Jessica told the lesbian with cold comfort.

"I think that you and I had better take some contraception pills.", Wendy told Fhimra grimly.

"That would be a very good idea.", Jessica replied happily with no sympathy at all, the artificial intelligence completely devoid of empathy.

***…

Octavia and Candy were both very happy having sex with each other on a mattress among the ruins of the resort, currently fingering each other as they kissed heavily.

The others had fled into the jungle to avoid being raped, leaving the two sluts behind to distract any pirates or Khorne daemons who came their way. Around them other Slaanesh worshipping female sluts were also fucking each other on any beds they could find in the ruins of the resort, with many local women also feverishly fornicating as they moaned the name of Slaanesh.

The entire resort and nearby tourist town was obliterated by the earlier bombs, and dead local women in bikinis lay around the town in places, caught by shrapnel and laying dead in puddles of congealed blood. The buildings were all destroyed and mostly flattened by the explosions, but the trees had fared better, with some destroyed but most still standing with some shrapnel damage to their trunks and foliage.

Dead fish were washing up on the beach, killed by the shockwaves of explosions underwater from bombs that missed the island and hit the water beside the beach, and the beach and ground in general was full of bomb craters. It was rather a mess.

The jungle beside the town was still there, and currently Owner Wendy and the other beautiful women were hiding somewhere deep inside that jungle to avoid being raped as mentioned.

Octavia had fun putting her entire fist inside her "slut friend" Candy, a "slut friend" being a best friend that you also fucked, Candy being Octavia's former roommate and her oldest dearest surviving friend, (though they didn't see each other as much as they would like due to Octavia's tickle slavery). Candy moaned from the fist and put her own fist inside Octavia, the two sluts having a great time fisting each other to endless multiple orgasms as they worshipped Slaanesh together.

The sun had set previously but was now rising again, the light red on the horizon as the sun rose fast, and Octavia looked around curiously as she was fisted, noticing that an aircraft of some sort was flying overhead.

The aircraft flew low over the beach and dropped things on parachutes, men on motorbikes and supply crates by the look of them, the aircraft then flew away. More aircraft followed, dropping more and more pirates on motorbikes over the beach until there were hundreds of them.

Octavia and Candy ignored them, as did the fornicating local sluts, the pleasures of worshipping Slaanesh more important than some pirates. Octavia and Candy didn't look out of place at all, with only Octavia's huge breasts and maddening sex appeal making her stand out at all.

The pirates were soon riding through the ruined resort grounds on their noisy dirt bikes, dressed in patched pirate clothes with ammo belts across their chests and weapons slung over their backs on straps. The pirates were all men and almost all had beards, some had eye patches and all of them looked incredibly aggressive and violence prone.

Octavia and Candy stopped fisting each other to wave happily to the bike pirates with vaginal fluid soaked hands like complete sluts, both women currently naked with their legs spread wide invitingly.

One of the pirates rode right up to the two sluts on his loud dirt bike.

"Hey sexy, nice bike.", Candy said provocatively in greeting.

"It's very loud.", Octavia added in her own slutty voice.

The bearded pirate grinned at them aggressively with missing teeth, seeing the provocative sluts as no sort of threat.

"Where are the invaders?", the pirate asked in a deliciously masculine aggressive voice, obviously mistaking the pair for local women.

"What invaders?", Octavia replied stupidly.

"You dumb slut!", the pirate growled at Octavia in annoyance.

"I think he means the Night Lords?", Candy suggested dimly.

"Night Lords?, I don't think many are on this island, just air defence weapons and things.", Octavia dimly suggested, suddenly realising that she wasn't even sure.

"We already destroyed those. I'm talking about ground infantry you stupid sluts!", the pirate snapped.

"I think they are dead too?", Candy replied in a stupid bimbo voice.

"I don't know where all the men went, I hope they aren't dead, that would be sad.", Octavia said with tragic stupidity.

Other pirates rode over, all the women being questioned about the Sevenson forces on the island and apparently all giving different stories, with the most consistent answer being "I don't know".

"I like your sexy motorbikes.", Candy told the pirates provocatively, licking the air like a complete whore.

"I'm horny.", Octavia added honestly, and began to openly masturbate over the manly pirates on their rugged masculine bikes.

"If there is really no one to kill then I will rape these stupid Slaanesh whores till they bleed out some blood for the blood god!", one of the pirates said and got off his bike, angrily unzipping his fly.

"That sounds fun.", Candy enthusiastically agreed like a slut.

"I want to be fucked too!", Octavia exclaimed in dismay that she might miss out.

"I'm going to fuck your brains back in you stupid skank!", another pirate growled, also getting off his bike.

Octavia and Candy soon had cocks inside them, and the pair moaned in pleasure.

Octavia moaned hard as a large bearded pirate had sex with her in the missionary position, and she ran her fingers through his large beard in appreciation.

"Your beard is tickling me!", Octavia giggled in delight, deliberately putting his long beard against her armpit to be tickled.

The pirate was extremely aggressive but also seemed fond of Octavia on some level, letting her play with his beard as he had angry sex with her pussy.

Octavia put his beard against her other armpit and then her ribs, having a wonderful time entertaining herself getting tickled during the sex.

"I like your beard so much!", Octavia giggled ticklishly, and the angry pirate actually chuckled, softening slightly towards Octavia as she continued to be absolutely adorable and sexually compliant.

The pirate sped up and then gave a savage aggressive roar of pleasure, filling Octavia with his cum.

The man then got extremely angry after his orgasm and slapped her face for having made him feel fond of her during the sex, all his softened fondness ending at the moment of his orgasm!

The pirate angrily pulled out of Octavia and returned to his bike, but another pirate was already waiting for a turn and he angrily pulled Octavia's hair and slapped her huge tits, making Octavia gasp and moan.

The new pirate seemed to have a thing for big breasts and he aggressively played with Octavia's tits as foreplay, slapping them and pinching her nipples aggressively and squeezing her breasts in huge handfuls.

"That tickles!", Octavia squealed with hard laughter as her breasts were squeezed.

The pirate squeezed them even more, making Octavia's eyes stream tears of hysterical laughter, insanely ticklish even on her tits.

Octavia's ticklishness and submissiveness put the pirate at ease, soothing his rage because she was no challenge at all to his dominance over her. The pirate began to grin despite himself and then he put his penis between her boobs.

"Tell me about your Slaanesh worshipping former husband, I want to cum on your face to dishonour his memory as you tell me about him!", the pirate gleefully demanded aggressively.

Octavia tried to remember as a cock slid between her tits.

"How did you know I used to have a Slaanesh worshipping husband?", Octavia asked stupidly.

"All of you we take are either the widows or daughters of dishonourable men, are you really so stupid that you don't know this?!", the pirate snapped, slapping her face angrily.

"My husband was a bad person, he was a pedophile. I'm glad I left him, he was horrible.", Octavia recounted starting to cry from the memory.

The pirate faltered at this, these not being the sort of tears he had wanted her to cry.

"I'm SO glad he's gone!, He was AWFUL, just AWFUL!, I'm better now without him.", Octavia sobbed emotionally.

"I, erm, well YES!, We rescue all you sluts from those pansy effeminate Slaanesh pedophile so-called 'men' and let you be fucked by REAL men!, Of course you are better off now!", The pirate quickly changed his approach to save face.

"I, I…", Octavia faltered in her tears, getting confused by these words.

"You are with the real men now, stop crying and be thankful that you are not married to a disgusting kiddy fiddler anymore.", the pirate said gruffly, perhaps even with a hint of genuine sympathy.

"You are right handsome biker pirate, I should be thankful and forget the past. You are so much wiser than me, I have SO much to be thankful for now.", Octavia replied thankfully, blissfully unaware that they were having two completely different conversations.

"I keep forgetting that we are actually doing you Slaanesh whores a favour, in a way we are heroes, damn those Imperial dogs for making out that we are just the bad guys!, The propaganda infects even us heroes of Khorne sometimes!", The pirate raged, now seeing the 'widow' he wanted to dishonour by cumming on her face as a damsel in distress he had personally rescued, blissfully self deluded in his own hubris.

Octavia was getting very confused, not the most intelligent woman in the galaxy, so she just nodded as though she understood.

The pirate wiped away her tears and used her tears as lubricant for his penis between her tits, then he changed his mind and put it in her pussy.

"I will give you a child in your belly to remember me by.", the pirate said fondly, and fucked her with surprising tenderness, making her moan and gasp in pleasure, giving her several surprisingly tender orgasms before he came with a grunt.

The moment he came the pirate lost all fondness and sympathy for Octavia and he punched her in the stomach for making him feel tenderness, making Octavia cough with the air knocked out of her lungs.

Octavia recovered to find yet another aggressive Khorne pirate waiting for her, and he fucked her pussy aggressively on the mattress without a word.

Octavia loved the sex but HATED the aftermath, the pirates could be sweet when their dicks were hard, but they then turned angry and horrible the moment they came, making her feel betrayed every time she opened up to them.

Candy was likewise getting beaten and abused at the end of sex with every pirate, but Candy barely even noticed in her sex addiction, taking the abuse and moaning for more cocks.

The pirates were brutal but they avoided the teeth and nose and eyes and neck and ribs when they beat the women, punching them in the stomach and slapping their faces but not seriously injuring them or breaking anything. Octavia moaned masochistically from the pain but it still stung her on an emotional level when they ALL turned traitor like this after getting what they wanted.

The local women and other sluts were getting the same treatment, sex followed by rage, some women cowering in fear and others so lost in Slaanesh that they moaned in pleasure like Candy and Octavia.

The main bulk of the pirates were riding around the island in loops, departing in one direction and then arriving from the opposite direction less than an hour later, the island relatively small and the motorbikes very fast. Pirates came and went, none of them finding any men or ugly women to kill, none of them even finding any military personnel according to their conversations, even the Tau battle suits well hidden in the jungle somewhere.

Octavia and Candy were just endlessly rage fucked, as were the local women, treated badly but in no danger of death. The pirates kept these never aging women alive for centuries to breed them for new generations of pirates. Taking a pirate's dick was honestly the safest place any woman on the island could be, and more and more local women in bikinis emerged from the jungle to go to submissively offer themselves to the pirates, saying to Octavia and Candy that they were afraid of being mistaken for combatants in the jungle and coming to be fucked because it was safer, most of them accompanied by babies and toddlers, with even heavily pregnant women emerging from the jungle for safety.

As the number of women steadily increased to soon greatly outnumber the few hundred pirates, Octavia and Candy found more and more time when they didn't have a pirate cock inside them, the pirates busy fucking so many thousands of other women.

The semen stained Candy and Octavia got up off the equally semen stained mattress and walked holding hands around the ruins in curiosity, their nymphomania temporarily satisfied from the sheer number of cocks.

The pair put on bikinis to look like locals and just explored around, completely ignored by the already busy pirates.

The pirates still didn't know that Candy and Octavia were not local women, the pirates never bothering to learn names or faces. If a woman was young enough and attractive enough to be local, wore a bikini like a local, and acted like a complete Slaanesh nympho whore like a local, then the pirates would very naturally not be even slightly suspicious to see such a woman.

The local women themselves were aware that Octavia and Candy were guests rather than locals, but they didn't say anything about it to the pirates as there was no point. Octavia and Candy would simply be raped and beaten even more and then added to the local women if any woman outed them, only earning a grudge from two new local women. If the Sevenson Fleet was defeated and the women not rescued then Candy and Octavia would become local women anyway with the pirates none the wiser, it made no difference.

Octavia and Candy went down to the beach and had a wade in the beautiful warm water, washing the semen from their bodies. The water was fresh enough to drink, (Octavia didn't know it but most of the former ocean salt had been deposited around the equatorial boil off zone in dry salt formations, the oceans now little more than pure rainwater).

The pair drank the fresh seawater, swallowing some floating sand accidentally, and they washed their skin and hair completely clean, then they had a lovely swim.

Octavia had grown up swimming in a shallow rocky river at the base of a canyon cliff beside her highland forest Iron Age village, the river reached by a thick rope and a sturdy wooden pulley frame with a sturdy large basket tied to the end of the rope to let people be lowered and raised by people pulling the rope. She had spent some of her happiest childhood moments swimming in the neck deep sheltered rock pools off to the sides of the river rapids, wearing a hand sewn bikini and playing and swimming with the other children on hot days.

Candy on the other hand had only started to learn how to swim as an adult in a swimming pool on a space ship, and was a far less able swimmer than Octavia, avoiding deep water fearfully.

Both of them were not used to the waves and got knocked over frequently, making them giggle and briefly lose their bikinis, requiring a frantic naked chase to get their bikinis back from the waves. The pair were eventually just sitting giggling in the shallows.

Octavia then spotted some blood red shark fins poking out of the water in the distance and pointed them out to Candy. The fins were moving with astonishing speed right towards the beach…

Before they could think to run huge blood red sharks with brass collars and fleshy neck frills erupted out of the waves to get stuck in the shallows around the two women!

The sharks then changed, losing their fins and streamline bodies and growing legs and becoming dog like!

The things were unmistakably the dreaded flesh hounds of Khorne, daemonic hounds of astonishing speed who hunted for prey, with thick brass collars around their necks to protect them from psychic powers!

The flesh hounds circled around the two bikini clad women in the shallows, sniffing at their souls and snarling hatefully, their eyes filled with terrible knowing intelligence!

Out of the waves crashed a huge brass shark with a blood red bloodletter daemon of Khorne riding it like a steed, the brass shark also transforming from a shark into a monstrous four legged brass juggernaut of Khorne, the steed and rider both glaring at the alarmed pair of women.

"Slaanesh whores!", the bloodletter riding the mighty juggernaut snarled hatefully.

"That's us.", Candy replied with slightly nervous ditziness.

"You came here as guests, but you will stay forever as slaves for pirates to fuck to breed more warriors for Khorne!, Despair whores, for you will finally be put to use with the only useful parts of your slut bodies, your wombs!", the bloodletter roared at them hatefully.

"Um, I don't actually mind being the fucktoy for millions of sexy handsome pirates.", Candy hesitantly admitted honestly.

"You cheeky whore!", the bloodletter roared.

"Will you and your steed and your flesh hounds also be fucking me?, I enthusiastically agree!", Candy said provocatively.

"I would cut off your head whore, but Khorne wants your womb!", the bloodletter snarled.

"I probably need an ovary transplant first, I got so many sex diseases that I'm infertile now.", Candy replied stupidly, heedless of the danger.

"This planet will heal your child bearing capacity in time, Slaanesh whore!, May your endless children be more worthy than your harlot self!", the bloodletter spat hatefully.

"As for you, kinky tickle slut, your contraception will fade in time and you too will be bred!, Both of you are now wombs in the service of Khorne!", the bloodletter snarled at Octavia.

"Um, yes Master.", Octavia fearfully agreed.

More flesh hounds and bloodletters on juggernauts were trotting out of the water onto the beach now, all of them glaring at the two Slaanesh worshipping women hatefully.

"Your filthy slut friends won't hide from us, we will sniff them out and kill the men and enslave the fertile women. Then for the next ten thousand years you will all be used to breed more warriors of Khorne!", the bloodletter roared hatefully,

"Again, I don't actually mind that.", Candy said happily, pissing the daemon off.

"Get back to the pirates you whores and get fucked until you get pregnant!, Move it you filthy sluts!", the daemon bellowed.

Octavia and Candy hurriedly moved up the beach towards the ruined resort, surrounded by daemons of Khorne.

"These two breeding slaves are from the fleet of Slaanesh pansies in orbit!, Break them in and breed them!", the bloodletter told the pirates…

Octavia cowered as she was kicked and beaten and dragged by the hair, thrown to the sandy brown dirt and roughly gang raped into the dirt with ten times as much hate as previously!

Octavia and Candy were both repeatedly kicked in the vagina and beaten with sticks, spat upon and urinated upon, cursed and abused. It was quite hot actually and the pair got very wet from it.

Octavia moaned praises to Slaanesh even as she was brutalised, so masochistic that this all felt good to her now that she was warmed up.

Octavia had endless cocks forced inside the three biggest holes in her body, and she moaned in orgasm the entire time, simply turned on and pleasured by this abuse. Octavia happily fed on pirate cum and welcomed every new cock like the slut she was.

Octavia passed out at some stage, and woke again to find herself being raped in her sleep, she shrugged and went back to sleep. The pirates were trying very hard to break her spirit but the tickle slave was so used to daily extreme cruelty that she was actually pretty resilient to rape and torture, finding it almost normal but for the fact that it was pain rather than tickling.

Octavia was so ticklish that she still got inadvertently tickled enough to satisfy her, finding the beards of the pirates as ticklish as feathers on her skin, making her squeal happily with laughter as she was endlessly hate fucked.

Octavia was soon completely lost in an endless pleasure haze of blissful pain and yummy cocks and tickling beards, sometimes awake and sometimes asleep, drinking piss and eating cum without any conscious awareness, lost in a hypnotic world of pleasure like some wonderful heaven.

Octavia hoped that it didn't end, feeling the equivalent of a drug high from this sensation, feeding energy to Slaanesh orgasmically.

Being a pirate fleets rape slave wasn't so bad Octavia mused as she was penetrated by yet another cock.

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Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson snarled daemonically in her gigantic space marine sized true form, completely naked and squatting down in a shallow lagoon to keep herself cool as she fought Khorne daemons with a huge Night Lord combat sword in one hand, the other hand holding a Sevenson Night Lord bolt pistol, the genetic scanning pistol grip identifying her as a Sevenson and letting her wield it.

Wendy moved with supernatural speed in the lagoon water, critically overheating and relying completely upon the water to keep her cool enough to survive, cursing the thermodynamics of heat the entire time!

Wendy put the barrel of her bolt pistol to the open mouth of a flesh hound with blurring speed, the round going right down its throat to explode into its wet daemonic guts, blood and gore exploding out its ass.

The flesh hound evaporated back to the warp immediately, its physical form unmade by this injury, and Wendy moved to focus on the next flesh hound, beheading it right through the brass collar with the super hard alloy of her monomolecular blade edge with supernatural strength.

Wendy had no choice but to fight, behind her lagoon was the secret tunnel that contained all the people that the daemons wanted to kill, including Fetter for whom Wendy had complicated unresolved feelings. Wendy enjoyed tormenting Fetter by keeping her unwillingly old and haggard as Wendy's private sadistic game, she wasn't about to let some Khorne daemons ruin this sadistic fun by putting Fetter out of her misery so soon!

To keep her geriatric-tortured sadistic plaything slave alive Wendy was prepared to fight and kill. It perhaps wasn't the most heroic of motives but Wendy was being a hero nonetheless, (an antihero more accurately).

Wendy submerged herself under the lagoon water yet again to rid herself of the pesky heat, thermodynamics making her overheat critically moving so fast with so much strength and energy!

Wendy was forced to surface again to fight yet another flesh hound, her huge mutated body so fast that the hounds seemed to move in extreme slow motion to her altered perception. Wendy was so hot that she used her bolt pistol to save herself some muscle heat, shooting it directly in the head from below the jaw, exploding its head.

Wendy sunk down in the lagoon again with only her face poking out of the water to breathe, desperately cooling down in the comfortably warm lagoon, wishing that she was bathing in freezing ice water right now because she was so overheated.

The daemons kept coming and Wendy groaned to discover that she was out of ammunition. Wendy changed tactics and ran away towards the sea, hopefully drawing all the daemons away from the hidden tunnel.

The strategy worked, Wendy swimming through the lagoon with extreme speed with every flesh hound and juggernaut on the island splashing after her, drawn away from cowering weaklings in the tunnel by the joy of a real fight with a Slaanesh worshipper who fought back.

Wendy just needed to cool down to win this fight, and she swam only just ahead of her pursuers, generating as little heat as possible as she desperately tried to cool down.

Wendy periodically got out of the water to air cool in the wind as she ran, but the humidity was very high making this only slightly effective, she picked up any objects she could find and threw them at the leading flesh hounds to try to slow them down, hurling coconuts with such speed that they exploded on impact against their heads, slowing many and even destroying one back to the warp.

Wendy was getting very hot, and she slowed down as much as she dared in the water, just ahead of the nearest flesh hound by a metre.

Wendy reached the sea through a stream that connected the lagoon to the ocean, and she swam into the ocean, briefly gaining distance as the flesh hounds couldn't swim as fast as they could run in hound form.

The flesh hounds transformed into their shark form and tore after the swimming Wendy with brutal speed!

Wendy swam to the shallows where the sharks couldn't swim, sprinting down the beach in the shallows with supernatural speed, cooled slightly by the air drying her skin.

The flesh hound sharks sprang out of the waves still in shark form right beside her, and Wendy dodged them, making them flop about on the sand for a moment.

Wendy didn't stop to finish them off, seeing 8 pirates on motorbikes coming into view on a paved road near the beach. Wendy sprinted at them in a blur, reaching many coconuts at the base of a cluster of coconut trees beside the road.

Wendy picked up coconuts in a blur and threw them, the nuts hitting the pirates in the face so hard that their skulls caved in, killing all 8 before they even noticed her.

Wendy desperately commandeered a bike before it could crash, climbing on it and riding away, desperately slowing her own supernatural speed to cool down, letting the bike do all the work as she relaxed her huge overheated body.

The flesh hounds were fast but the two stroke internal combustion engine of the dirt bike was faster, and Wendy got away, letting the air cool her critically overheated giant mutated body as the daemons kept chasing her.

The heat sluggishly left her body, but pirates on more bikes were up ahead.

Wendy checked her stolen dirt bike and found a stolen disposable handgun auto pistol taken from some escape pod survival kit tucked in a metal box behind the bike seat. Wendy took this extremely cheap and nasty pistol and aimed it at the oncoming pirates on bikes with supernatural speed, aiming carefully and firing each shot in extreme slow motion to her perception.

The best thing about supernatural speed was it gave you time to carefully aim every shot, and every bullet found the neck of a pirate, spraying blood and dropping them down paralysed from spinal hits.

Wendy speedily looted the bodies for weapons and returned to the flesh hounds before they could get bored and return to sniffing for the hidden tunnel containing Fetter.

Wendy used a variety of weapons to fire at the flesh hounds now, making especial use of a naval shotgun right in their mouths, trying to keep as cool as possible as she felled flesh hounds.

The flesh hounds were extremely numerous however, and more of them kept coming out of the ocean.

Bloodletters on juggernauts were thundering towards Wendy much more slowly, and she shot the riders rather than the steeds, using pirate auto pistols to fire rapid bursts into the heads of the bloodletters.

The bloodletters ought to be killed but they were supernaturally sustained by their massive brass juggernaut steeds, and Wendy cursed and rode away again, looking for something heavier.

Wendy found more pirates and took a distant shotgun spray before even she could dodge it, but the fool had used light birdshot shells instead of buckshot shells, merely hurting Wendy without badly injuring her, with bleeding dots in her naked mutated giant ape like front, showing where the tiny ball shots had impacted her skin.

Wendy returned fire and rode her bike into the cover of trees, using her speed to only just dodge every tree, going down a dirt path into the jungle, looking for some new opportunities.

Wendy got lucky and found a sabre pattern anti aircraft auto cannon with a dead crew, the manually operated stationary gun still intact despite some shrapnel damage!

Wendy tore the auto cannon clean off its stand and gathered as much ammunition as the bike could carry, riding back towards the daemons, her body still only just cool enough to carry on fighting.

Wendy aimed the massive auto cannon and fired a shot into the lead charging flesh hound, putting a hole clean through it and banishing it back to the warp.

More shots dropped the pesky dogs like flies, and pirates on bikes following behind them were ripped apart by shots.

Wendy laughed mockingly and went juggernaut hunting, finding them struggling to fit down the narrow path through the jungle trees, sitting ducks to shoot at.

Wendy gleefully shot the brass monsters, the huge steel core bullets of the auto cannon ripping right through their brass bodies and dropping the huge things to the ground, their bodies evaporating away back into the warp.

Wendy laughed and returned to guarding the lagoon, having a lovely cool down in the lagoon and eating coconuts to recharge her energy.

Slaanesh smiled at Wendy in delight at this victory, and she felt herself gain yet another useless disfiguring chaos gift on her nightmarishly mutated body, her ape like face growing even more terrifying to intimidate enemies in battle!

Wendy activated her geometric warping abilities to make sure that she was still sexy in her disguised form and was relieved to be unchanged.

Wendy sighed, wishing that her chaos gifts would make her prettier for a change. She was going to be an ugly ass daemon princess or an even uglier ass chaos spawn if she didn't get better chaos gifts soon!

Well, the main thing was that Fetter was safe for the moment to keep torturing with old age for Wendy's sadistic pleasure, (oh and Chaquille and all the other people as well). Wendy irritably picked the birdshot out of her flesh and hoped that no more enemies showed up for a while.

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