Chapter 59H
With a sigh of relief the understaffed crew of the Iconoclast class Destroyer "Midnight Stalker" completed the final pressure test of the various internal bulkheads, confirming that every section but the reactor engineering decks and the bridge decks could safely hold a vacuum long enough to kill lesser tyranids.
The ship was a reeking cadaver pile, filled with vacuum desiccated corpses of pirates and crew. The vacuum had removed a lot of the smell and stopped further decomposition, but even desiccated these rotten bodies still stank indescribably. The bodies were just so numerous from the vast armies of berserk pirates being gunned down that even 16500 crew members could not remove them quickly, it would take weeks of work to remove so many, especially from all the narrow places where mechanical shovels couldn't fit.
The order to use tyranids to speed up this process was dangerous, but it would certainly be very… Thorough, as well as fast. The things would consume the entire lot of the bodies in the decks they were let loose in, turning some of the meat into more tyranids, metabolising the rest of the meat for energy. It would replace a lot of bodies with fewer bodies, which was a step in the right direction.
On the bridge of the ship the Captain and officers watched grimly as an Arvus Lighter approached the ship, holding pure death frozen solid in a large insulated tank of liquid nitrogen. The crew had already evacuated the entire port side of the ship to avoid being anywhere near this dangerous cargo, with every blast door closed and locked, every edible cargo or material already stripped in advance and taken to the starboard side.
The Arvus Lighter interior was visible to the bridge officers through internal cameras, display screens in the bridge showing an insulated liquid nitrogen tank chained shut with dozens of padlocks, the entire tank surface emblazoned with biohazard warning labels saying "MOST EXTREME DANGER" in huge letters, with visual depictions of a man being eaten alive by cat sized Tyranid ripper larvae.
The few crew inside the Arvus Lighter wore Tzeentch cultist robes and they looked apprehensive as they stood around this container full of death. They were servants of Daemon Princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson, crew members of her personal ship the Dauntless class Light Cruiser "Orphan Blender" which had accompanied the Fleet the entire journey even during the starvation years. The Orphan Blender was among other things a Tyranid zoo, with numerous entire insulated cargo hold decks filled with frozen Tyranids permanently floating in liquid nitrogen.
TigerLily was infamous for using Tyranids as raw soul stuff to empower her god Tzeentch during her mortal years, and it was the use of these very Tyranids in the Arvus Lighter now that had seen her elevated to daemonic ascension. She had spent years selectively breeding and mutating her Tyranid experiments, creating her masterpiece the "TigerLily Strain" of Hormagaunts, a strain of the creatures mutated to be born with a severe mental illness that made them feel the Tyranid equivalent of constant overwhelming maniacal hope at all times, their brains naturally psychic due to their hive mind telepathy so that this hope blazed through the warp like a flood.
As her last act as a mortal, TigerLily had dropped some of these creatures on a Khorne dedicated daemon world with oceans of blood and landmasses of bones and scabs, the creatures had then multiplied faster than they could be killed and they had eaten the entire surface of the planet, creating so much hope in the warp that it blocked out the Astronomican itself, greatly increasing the power of Tzeentch in the great game, albeit temporarily. Tzeentch had elevated TigerLily to a Daemon Princess for this achievement, (following almost immediately by Nurgle unleashing a virus that killed everything on the planet to frustrate Tzeentch's increased power).
Now these same monsters were coming here!
The officers and crew prayed to their respective gods as the Arvus Lighter docked in a docking nook, the dock doors enveloping around the tiny ship and pressuring the small dock, opening the inner doors to the deserted section chosen to be infested first.
The Arvus Lighter crew very carefully pulled the liquid nitrogen tank on a trolley, out of the Lighter and into the ship, going quite a distance inside so that the body piles would distract the tyranids from entering the Lighter if anything went wrong.
The Tzeentch cultists then very carefully unlocked all the chains, and fearfully removed the tank lid, revealing only white mist inside.
A cultist very fearfully put a long wrench bar to an insulated screw bolt at the bottom of one of the sides of the tank, and he apprehensively unscrewed this bolt, all the way out until it fell away followed by a stream of liquid nitrogen, draining the tank.
The crew then ran, ran their asses off, all the way to the Arvus Lighter, sealing the airlock behind them, getting in and sealing their Arvus Lighter, depressurising the docking nook, remotely opening the outer doors and getting the hell out of there, flying away to safety.
The bridge officers of the Midnight Stalker watched through camera screens as the liquid nitrogen in the tank slowly drained, the liquid boiling away across the room temperature metal deck floor, frost forming all around as the metal got cold.
For a few hours nothing happened, the tyranid bodies still frozen solid, but thermal cameras showed that the inside of the tank was rapidly approaching thawing temperatures. It was only a matter of time.
There was slight movement in the tank hours later, very slow and sluggish, the creatures were awake and moving, but so cold that they could barely move with any speed.
For a time the creatures just moved around constantly, using their muscles not to move but to warm up, the thermal cameras showing the temperature in the tank sluggishly but steadily increasing.
As soon as the creatures were warm enough, they hopped out of the open tank, revealing themselves to be ripper larvae, snake-like creatures about the size of cats but with scuttling insect legs at the front of their tails, with huge heads filled with vicious teeth.
The rippers were nine in number, and they scuttled quickly to the nearest bodies, chewing on the dry desiccated cadavers, biting off chunks and swallowing frantically, swelling their bodies sickeningly with dry meat.
The creatures had no water at all in the entire section, but this was no problem so long as they had food and oxygen to breathe. Like desert creatures these rippers could generate water through cellular respiration, the process by which sugar and fat could be oxidised back into water and carbon dioxide, simply breathing out the carbon dioxide and keeping the water. The thermal cameras showed the rippers were very hot, their inner metabolism desperately burning up energy to convert cadaver fat into water to quench their terrible thirst.
The rippers got so hot that they hibernated for about an hour to cool down, then resumed their furious metabolism to generate more water. The rippers wasted so much biomass creating water that they were forced to eat themselves sickeningly swollen yet again, and this time they pupated, having enough water and food to become adults now.
For two hours the pupae shells were still but slightly hot in the thermal cameras from furious growth inside, and then they suddenly split open, horrific looking six legged adult hormagaunts crawling out of their pupae with blood chilling birth screams. The things were about the size of a man but low down on six legs, with horrifyingly large mouths full of nightmarish teeth, the front pair of their six legs ending in long razor sharp scythe like chitin blades, like nightmarish giant insects with teeth.
The hormagaunts immediately looked around everywhere for something alive to kill that wasn't a tyranid, smelling the air and looking and listening. They sensed nothing of interest apparently, and they turned their attention to eating their own pupae shells, followed by eating the desiccated bodies.
The hormagaunts paused to lay eggs, then resumed eating, followed by laying yet more eggs, rapidly turning biomass into more tyranids, their bodies hot with cellular respiration generating water from their food.
The eggs soon hatched out newborn rippers, who mindlessly ate their own egg shells followed by getting stuck into the desiccated bodies, completing the process all over again.
The bridge officers slept in shifts, the tyranid swarm growing exponentially by the hour, spreading through the section in search of new bodies as the section was rapidly stripped of meat.
When the section was running low on bodies but still had some left, the officers partially opened a blast door to the next section, but they only kept it open long enough to let a few dozen hormagaunts and rippers enter, before carefully slamming it shut at a moment when no tyranids were underneath, (fearing their legendary metal dissolving stomach acids splattering out to eat a hole in the blast door).
The few dozen tyranids in the new section quickly resumed the cycle of feeding and breeding, and the huge number of tyranids still in the old section very rapidly consumed every last trace of the cadavers, suddenly finding themselves with no more biomass. The Captain then pushed a few buttons on a bridge console and huge air seals opened along a huge heavily armoured pipe, connecting the section to the vacuum of space.
Air blew down the metre wide armoured pipe and out into space, but without the drama that laypeople would imagine. It wasn't explosive decompression as the section was big and the pipe was relatively small in comparison, more a steady leak over minutes, the tyranids not even noticing at first.
The air pressure steadily dropped as more of the air molecules randomly bouncing off every wall and floor and ceiling randomly bounced down the open pipe and out into space, the individual bouncing molecules not especially drawn to the vacuum but more just bouncing off everything with high speed until they randomly found it, at which point they couldn't bounce back inside. The vacuum generated a wind through the section, but the vacuum pipe had a series of safety mesh layers over its inside opening to stop anyone being sucked out, and the pipe opening was high up a wall, no tyranid was sucked through.
The pressure just got lower over the minutes, not yet vacuum but getting dangerously low. The tyranids started to notice the low pressure, struggling to breathe as it got really low. These rippers and hormagaunts were very tough, they survived far lower pressures than a human would, but they were still not designed by the hive fleets to have vacuum handling adaptations like the more advanced bio forms.
The tyranids desperately breathed in as much air as they could, then they closed their mouths and nostrils, storing as much oxygen as they could, but they rapidly had another problem. These creatures used a combination of sweat and air cooling to keep their bodies cool, and currently they had no air cooling.
The vacuum was an excellent thermal insulator, space might be cold but hot things in space had a hard time radiating that heat without huge metal radiators like a space ship had. The tyranids could sweat to cool down in the vacuum, but they didn't have much water, and the moment they used up whatever oxygen they had stored they would be unable to make any more water.
The pressure got lower and lower, tyranid bodies glowing hotter and hotter in the thermal cameras, and the creatures grew still to try to reduce heat production, laying on the metal floors to try to keep cool. The shells of these tyranids were not completely water tight however, tiny sweat glands and sphincters and their eyes and ears were all moist by nature, water sucked out little by little, cooling them slightly but at the terrible cost of lost water.
The vacuum was almost complete now, and the smallest rippers were starting to cook alive as they used every last trace of the oxygen stored in oxygen storage molecules throughout their body tissues to make water from fat, the insulating vacuum making heat loss all but impossible without losing precious water, which required heat production, causing a vicious cycle until they perished from either dehydration or being cooked alive.
The hormagaunts lasted longer, having bigger bodies with more water and oxygen stored inside, but they likewise suffered the same fate, either cooking alive or sweating until their internal oxygen stores ran out, desiccating them to death in the vacuum. Soon all appeared to be dead in the camera footage.
The bridge officers closed the vacuum seals once more, but they left the section in vacuum for now. They turned their attention to the new section, watching as it gradually filled with new tyranids as the bodies were consumed.
When the new section was almost cleaned out of bodies, the bridge officers did something different. They opened the blast door back to the vacuum filled first section, so that half the air pressure from the infested section rushed in. A few dozen hormagaunts entered through this blast door to explore the old section, before the blast door was carefully closed again.
The lower air pressure in both sections made the tyranids thirstier than ever, sweat increasing and oxygen reduced, but it was still just enough for them to survive. The hormagaunts in the formerly vacuum section desperately ate the dead tyranid bodies they found, turning almost all of the biomass into water just to quench their desperate thirst.
The remaining section opened a blast door to yet another fresh section, air gusting in to equalise the pressure, and a careful number of tyranids were let through, before closing the blast doors again. All of the air in this chamber was then pumped into the chamber where the tyranids had died of vacuum, much to the relief of the hormagaunts engaged in cannibalism in this section, but much to the dismay and demise of the tyranids in the section with the air pumped out.
The cannibal hormagaunts consumed all of the dead tyranids, but a few of the "dead" tyranids revived in the full air pressure, frantically adding to the cannibalism to take in biomass to turn into water to quench their near deadly thirst. Eventually they all had enough water to lay more eggs, the rippers consuming the dead rippers and hormagaunts, turning much of this biomass into water, steadily decreasing the amount of biomass with little to replace it.
When the cannibalism was half complete, a seal in an air pipe between the sections opened, letting half the air back into the vacuum section, making the tyranids even thirstier to slow down their reproduction and increase biomass wastage. The tyranid cannibals consumed more than ever with much less egg laying, and the bridge officers waited for every body to be consumed and every egg and pupae to hatch, the tyranids berserk with hunger and thirst and starting to attack the bulkheads.
The blast door to the second section was then opened, and every single one of the Tyranids frantically went through to eat the new Tyranid bodies, the blast doors closing behind them.
As this pitiless cruelty with vacuums and cannibalism was going on, the third section was almost empty of human corpses, and a blast door briefly opened to let a few tyranids through, the remaining majority consigned to vacuum death the moment they ate the last body, to become a new meal for the thirsty cannibals.
As cruel and heartless as this was, it was certainly fast and thorough. These wretched creatures consumed every speck of meat and bone, turning it mostly into water and carbon dioxide and nitrogen and the occasional desiccated mineral rich salt crystal laced dropping. The officers experimented with different methods to get the maximum speed of consumption from the minimum amount of Tyranid reproduction, altering how many tyranids they let into new sections, adjusting temperature and humidity to make the tyranids as thirsty as possible, cruelty at industrial efficiency.
For all the dangers, this was working. The first original section was already being repopulated with people after a second vacuum sterilisation to kill any pathogens. Slaves were busily sterilising every surface with cleaning chemicals and mops, and toxin tests were performed, followed by more cleaning until the section was completely decontaminated.
On and on it went, crew members moving people and vulnerable cargo around the ship as needed for the movement of the tyranids, and everything was going well.
Then an entire wall ripped away in explosive decompression between a near vacuum section and the reactor engineering decks section!
The bridge officers frantically increased air pressure before the fragile human reactor engineers could perish in the low pressure, and human screaming ensued as the hissing of berserk thirsty tyranids filled the reactor decks!
***…
Tramzaka ShadowCleaver screamed as her entire section was overrun by xenos monsters, her genius intellect frantically looking for a solution to escape with her life!
She was currently standing on top of a high metal mesh floored hanging gantry above some reactor machinery, the gantry thankfully only reachable by ladders. Other reactor deck crew and engineers were frantically scrambling up ladders in droves as the monsters pounced on people and ate them!
The scary monsters were leaping up at the gantry with terrifying height but it was thankfully too high for them. They didn't seem smart enough or even able to climb the ladders, and the people on the gantries were terrified that the xenos would figure out the ladders!
Tramzaka was in a panic as she huddled with a crowd at the top of one of the many gantries overlooking the colossal proton-Boron 11 primary nuclear reactor machinery, the monsters leaping up and snapping at them just a bit below their feet!
The monster rampage continued, as everyone not in a safe place got killed and eaten!, there must be thousands of the monsters down below her!
This situation was terrifying, but as minutes passed it became obvious that the xenos couldn't reach the gantry, she seemed to be safe for now.
Around her on the gantry was a motley selection of special needs workers, including many autistic engineers, and one Down syndrome man named Assistant Pantryman Joey Abernathy who didn't even work in engineering, the Down syndrome man seemingly obsessed with following Tramzaka around everywhere and hitting on her inappropriately.
"Wanna go get some fish and chips on a date later?", Joey hit on Tramzaka confidently as leaping xenos monsters snapped their jaws underneath!
Tramzaka looked at the short stocky half bald Down syndrome man in numb astonishment.
"We could eat the fish and chips on my bed, then we could tongue kiss.", Joey pressed happily without shame, snarling hissing death monsters snapping nightmarish jagged toothed jaws closed just below them in the most threatening way imaginable.
"Time and a place Joey!", Tramzaka exclaimed.
"The time will be sexy time, the place will be my bed cutie.", Joey shamelessly hit on her as though nothing was happening below.
Tramzaka was currently… A little bit stressed. This was not… Exactly, the time she most wanted to be inappropriately propositioned by an intellectually disabled man right now.
"We are in danger of being eaten!", Tramzaka exclaimed.
"So is your vagina, by my mouth.", Joey shamelessly hit on her, death slavering just below them both!
Tramzaka just gawked at him, stunned by just how inappropriate this statement was at any time, let alone right now!
Joey held up two fingers in a V shape and licked between his fingers shamelessly!
Tramzaka was too afraid for her life to even reply to this, looking back at the monsters and flinching at how close they were below her!
"Don't worry beautiful, I will protect my girl.", Joey said calmly, picking up a huge long handled spanner type thing off the mesh gantry floor and holding it heroically.
Joey then crouched down at the edge of the gantry, poking his body slightly through a gap between the bars under the safety hand railing, and he took careful aim at the leaping monsters and tried to hit one.
The wrench thing made contact with a monster's head, but it bounced off the shell of the monster's head without hurting it. The monster lashed out with a claw, cutting deep into his thumb tip all the way to the bone!
Joey pulled the wrench back up onto the gantry platform, putting down the wrench to fuss over his wounded thumb, bleeding quite badly!
Tramzaka fussed over his wound anxiously, holding his hand and using the long sleeve of her engineer uniform to hold pressure on the wound to control the bleeding.
"Holding hands is nice.", Joey said suavely, and kissed her hand.
"You are unbelievable!", Tramzaka exclaimed.
"I'm also unbelievable in bed…"
"Just STOP!", Tramzaka protested in stressed embarrassment.
"No need to get upset cutie.", the Down syndrome man replied in a way that was just weird from a special person!
Tramzaka blushed on the paler of her skin stripes and just held pressure on the wound until the bleeding stopped, enduring being endlessly hit on.
Monsters were still leaping below trying to eat them, roaring and hissing, people were screaming, monsters were eating dead bodies, and Joey was hitting on her NOW!?
This was SO inappropriate in so many ways!
Tramzaka let go of his hand as soon as the bleeding stopped, and he hefted his spanner up again.
"Don't try hitting them again Joey.", Tramzaka urged him.
"I will just hit you instead, in the vagina…"
Tramzaka angrily ignored him, looking down at the snapping vicious monsters. How by Tzeentch were they going to get out of here alive?
Tramzaka looked around herself, the gantry had a cogitator interface panel with reactor control functions. Could that be used somehow as a weapon to kill the monsters?
Tramzaka looked around, this room contained the huge central base-load aneutronic proton-Boron fusion reactor, which itself gave off minimal radiation, but in other rooms were found the tritium-deuterium neutronic fusion reactors, which gave off LETHAL amounts of neutrons and radiation…
Tramzaka rushed to the cogitator and started typing, selecting the working tokamak with the greatest distance and number of walls between it and this room, designated tokamak one, reminding herself that the room containing the tokamak in question had only low gantries that must surely be reachable to the leaping monsters, no humans were alive in that room.
Tramzaka paused, checking through camera footage of the tokamak one room brought up on the monitor to make sure no humans were inside, seeing monsters up on every gantry chewing on the bones of dead crew members who had thought to shelter up there, no one was alive but for many xenos monsters. It was "safe" to proceed with deliberately disregarding radiation safety in the tokamak one room.
Tramzaka was smart and she did calculations on a calculator program on the cogitator first, figuring out the power demands and the radiation levels she needed. Tokamaks fusing tritium and deuterium generated a LOT of net power profit when every last neutron was absorbed by shielding layers, the neutrons heating up the thick shielding layers very hot, and pipes running through these hot shielding layers pumping some heat carrying fluid to take away this heat to boil steam with it in a conventional steam turbine to spin a generator. But she would be removing the shielding layers to flood the room with these neutrons. Without collecting these neutrons to generate an energy profit, a tokamak keeping plasma heated to fusion temperatures was actually one of the biggest power drains imaginable…
The power would have to be supplied by another reactor, but the main proton-boron base-load reactor was already busy powering the engines as the ship sailed towards some quarantine orbit or something ever since the disaster. Tramzaka did a calculation and decided that she should activate three tokamaks in total, one to fry the monsters with neutron radiation and the other two to power this first tokamak as it ran at an energy loss.
Tramzaka typed through programs, trying to remember how everything worked, opening an instruction manual window on the screen to read through all the program procedures. She then prepared the three reactors one at a time with the limited available power, using a massive array of reserve capacitors to jump start the first tokamak to produce power, then used the power from this tokamak to recharge the capacitors to jump start the second tokamak, then the third.
Now came the dangerous part. She needed to crank up the neutron radiation of tokamak one and then turn off every single safety override and open the neutron shields covering the reactor. Tramzaka's stripy skin was sweating nervously as she cranked up the tokamak to just over 50 Gray units of radiation, anxiously recalling that 0.7 Gray units was the minimum lethal radiation dose that could kill humans. The monsters would be fried, but the air Tramzaka was breathing would also be fried…
Tramzaka gulped and fearfully typed a bit more, and alarm sirens loudly sounded in a way similar to the reactor meltdown countdown scene in the ancient first Ellen Ripley Alien movie, blaring and terrifying!
The deafening sirens were so loud and threatening that Tramzaka was almost shitting herself, wondering if this was such a good idea?
A machine voice played a recorded message:
"Warning!, The neutron shield plates of tokamak number one have been set to disengage by manual override of the radiation safety protocols!, All personnel must evacuate tokamak one chamber immediately!, You have one minute before neutron shield plates disengage!, Neutron radiation levels will exceed 50 Gray, over 71.2 times the lethal radiation dose!, Danger!, Emergency!, Evacuate tokamak one chamber immediately!"
The sirens got even worse as the minute counted down, and many monsters stupidly ran in the direction of the blaring sirens in the tokamak one room rather than fleeing.
When the minute ended huge hydraulic pistons pulled away the metallic two metre thick neutron shield armour layers from around the inner workings of the active tokamak, super heated heat transfer fluids leaking out from pipe holes in the shield layers. The inner tokamak chamber was still intact but it had (relatively) thin metal walls, not thick enough to absorb all the neutrons, bathing the entire room in lethal high energy neutron particles.
"Danger!, Radiation levels in tokamak one chamber exceed 71.2 times the lethal dose!, Death guaranteed inside tokamak one chamber!, Do not enter tokamak one chamber under any circumstances!, Danger!", the machine voice blared in warning, alarm sirens blaring deafeningly.
Tramzaka used the cogitator to view the camera footage inside the room containing tokamak one again, showing the terrifying sight of an operational tritium-deuterium fusion tokamak with all the neutron shields pulled up and open on hinges by huge powerful hydraulics. The camera footage was flickering from all the free neutrons damaging the camera photoreceptors. It was pure death inside, the monsters already in the room were laying dead and still, completely radiation fried.
More monsters were scuttling into the room oblivious of the danger, clawing and biting at the blaring sirens stupidly, not damaging the armoured sirens. It was an extremely stupid place to be.
The monsters visibly faltered a few moments after entering, starting to grow clumsy and weak, dropping to the floor crawling weakly in random directions. They didn't get far before they went completely still.
Other monsters, smaller ones, entered the room to eat the dead big monsters, and these little ones soon died too. Tramzaka was amazed that they died as slowly as they did, a human would be dead almost instantaneously.
More and more monsters entered the room to eat their own dead, and they then joined the dead. They were being wiped out.
Tramzaka was getting concerned by the radiation levels now, the walls and floor were becoming ever more radioactive as they absorbed neutrons to transmute their atoms into radioactively unstable new isotopes, it was getting like Chernobyl in there!
Tramzaka desperately typed in a safety command to close the shield layers again, the huge hydraulics lowering the metre thick curving plates down on hinges to snugly enclose the tokamak once more. She then powered down the tokamak for safety, it would be some time before it was safe to get a maintenance team in that room again so that tokamak needed to be kept off to prevent any further wear and tear. They might still need that thing working in the future sooner than the irradiated room reached a safe half-life period.
The alarm siren changed:
"Alert, tokamak one neutron shields returned, tokamak one powered down. However!, Hazardous radiation levels persist in tokamak one chamber!, Do not enter tokamak one chamber under any circumstances until safe radiation levels return!, Current radiation levels in tokamak one chamber still exceed 50 Gray!, Estimated half-life time of radioactive material still being calculated. Await further information!"
"Shit!, I was afraid of that!, I exposed the core for too long and made the whole room radioactive!", Tramzaka exclaimed out loud.
"I need to divert the air flow!, The air will become radioactive!", Tramzaka added in sick realisation, typing frantically on the cogitator and initiating radioactive atmosphere protocols on the tokamak one room, manually overriding to keep all the doors open when the program tried to close them.
The air system in the entire section was now at slightly higher pressure than usual, whilst the tokamak one room was at lower pressure with extraction fans sucking in air and delivering it to radiation specialising air scrubbers to remove every single trace of radioactive materials. Tramzaka sighed, feeling a breeze in the air blowing all the radioactive material back away from her.
The monsters were still stupidly entering the tokamak one room to eat their own dead, and they were still getting fried in less than a minute by the over 50 Gray units of radiation still in the room. They were absolutely stupid creatures!
Tramzaka wished she could climb down and run away, but not all the monsters had gone into the room yet. Some of the little monsters had eaten so much dead crew that they were pupating on the floor below her, and a few persistent big monsters were still leaping up to snap their jaws at the people trapped on the gantries!
"Go that way!, Go eat your dead friends over there!", Tramzaka yelled down to the monsters, pointing furiously in the direction of the distant tokamak one room.
The monsters didn't understand these words and gestures, and they just kept trying to jump up to eat Tramzaka and her fellows!
"I guess we will just have to wait until they go to the tokamak room or we get rescued then.", Tramzaka sighed and sat down on the gantry to conserve her strength.
"We can kiss as we wait.", Joey told Tramzaka enthusiastically, making her groan in irritation.
***…
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson sighed as she walked back to her tent, fresh from a quick shower after work and currently wearing nothing but sandals and a towel around her naked body and a second towel around her hair, holding her things and dirty bikini in a bag.
The idea of using tyranids to clean up dead bodies was a huge success so far, with just a few little mishaps. Some unimportant expendable people had died in acceptable numbers, some unimportant ships had been damaged a bit, but not a single ship had been completely lost, some just needing a teeny tiny bit of pest control in a few sealed off parts of some of the ships. All in all a huge success so far.
The important ships like the Nightmare Asylum would not, on reflection, be cleaned with tyranids as the tests with the expendable ships showed that some important people might die, but the important ships were so few in number that cleaning them of bodies the hard way was achievable if Wendy diverted all available manpower to the important ships.
It was such a RELIEF to have successfully cleaned up the super majority of ships in the fleet with so LITTLE paperwork involved!, Wendy had had her expected paperwork today drop so much and so unexpectedly that she actually had some FREE TIME today to do more than just sleep!
Wendy still had a million other things to do tomorrow, but today had been scheduled for little else but sanitation administration of the multitudes of lesser ships, and Wendy was taking advantage of this opportunity to have some hard earned free time.
Wendy was just itching to sexually play, she was incredibly horny from all the recent abstinence tortures but she didn't dare to let herself get wet yet without permission, needing the permission of Mistress Lash to even get a wet pussy now!
Wendy redoubled her speed to the tent, entering to find Mistress Lash and Fhimra both naked and scissoring together passionately with orgasmic moans.
The pair acknowledged Wendy but didn't stop having sex, and Wendy closed the tent flap behind her and took off her sandals, sensually drying herself with her towels and putting on first deodorant and perfume, and then makeup with the help of a hand mirror, also brushing her long brown hair to look as beautiful as possible.
Wendy then submissively approached her naked Dominatrix Mistress Lash, standing at the edge of the four person inflatable bed inside the huge tent, her head lowered submissively and her body standing at attention with perfect discipline.
"Crawl on the bed to me Slut.", Mistress Lash ordered with delicious dominance, her gorgeous oriental face lacking any makeup but still looking stunningly beautiful.
"Yes Mistress Lash.", Wendy submissively replied and crawled over to her mistress.
Mistress Lash ran a dominant hand over the crawling Wendy's naked back, then ran the hand under her front, cupping and fondling her huge pendulously hanging bare boobs, making Wendy moan with pleasure.
Mistress Lash used touch to direct Wendy right into the middle of her lesbian sandwich with Fhimra, unentangling her legs from the scissor and making Wendy lay on her back with the two naked women to either side of her.
Mistress Lash's fingers then walked over Wendy's naked front, making her giggle ticklishly, and Mistress Lash began to stroke her ribs expertly in the legendary "Rin Tickling Technique", making Wendy instantly squeal with hard laughter from the extreme intensity of the awful tickle!
Wendy was too submissive to even move, holding her arms and body still as Mistress Lash kept tickling her so cruelly, filling the hysterically laughing Wendy with extreme pleasure.
"You had better not be growing wet without my permission Wendy.", Mistress Lash purred cruelly!
"No Mistress Lash.", Wendy said submissively in dismay, still dry as a bone despite yearning to be a puddle.
Mistress Lash smiled cruelly and kept tickling Wendy, stroking her breasts and nipples now as Wendy laughed hard.
Fhimra naughtily began to suck Wendy's nearest nipple after a subtle gesture from Mistress Lash, and Wendy moaned with pleasure, struggling hard to keep herself dry!
"This is cruel Mistress Lash.", Wendy moaned and laughed in equal measure.
"Indeed it is.", Mistress Lash agreed sadistically with a chillingly cruel smile.
Wendy groaned at this perfect sadistic reply and the pressure to grow wet got even stronger.
Fhimra's multi toothed mouth was exploring Wendy's naked body everywhere as Mistress Lash tickled Wendy expertly, and Wendy was laughing hysterically as much as she was moaning her head off. Fhimra's cute face was currently down between Wendy's legs doing the most wonderful things, and Wendy's vaginal glands were aching as they held back a slippery flood of wetness!
Mistress Lash pinched and twisted Wendy's nipples with wonderful pain, making Wendy feel even more horny, and the vaginal glands were cramping in agony, the pain only making Wendy feel even more horny!
"You horny little slut, in agony to get wet. Your distress is delicious.", Mistress Lash purred, licking Wendy's face erotically in a way that made Wendy want to get wet even worse.
Mistress Lash continued to erotically lick Wendy's face as Fhimra licked Wendy out, and tears ran down Wendy's cheeks as she desperately held her aching wetness glands tightly shut with painful cramps.
"Oh!, Tears!", Mistress Lash said in delight and licked away the tears erotically, only turning Wendy on even more!
"It's really dry and uncomfortable down here Ma'am.", Fhimra submissively complained.
"For your comfort my beloved Fhimra, anything. Get wet you dry little slut!", Mistress Lash said indulgently to Fhimra but sternly to Wendy!
Wendy gasped with relieved thanks and words of obedience, and Fhimra almost drowned in the slippery flood that slipped out of Wendy's glands.
Wendy sighed in satisfaction as her wet pussy was licked and eaten, followed by hard laughter when Mistress Lash resumed stroking her ribs expertly.
Fhimra's tongue felt amazing inside Wendy, worming and wiggling around in there, lips brushing over her clitoris. Wendy was in heaven, not even the distraction of being fiendishly tickled preventing Wendy from approaching orgasm.
"May I please cum Mistress Lash?", Wendy moaned hopefully.
"Of course not slut.", Mistress Lash replied simply, tickling her abdomen to squealing laughter.
Wendy cackled with hard laughter and moaned in sexual dismay, SO turned on right now and not allowed to cum!
Wendy was far too submissive to do anything but obey without complaint, resigning herself to the possibility that she would get no orgasms at all today. She just enjoyed the extreme pleasure of being stimulated without climax, moaning her head off and laughing her head off with equal measure.
Mistress Lash suddenly stopped tickling to kiss Wendy passionately, biting Wendy's lips dominantly with orgasmic pain. Wendy hungrily returned the kiss, feeling wonderfully dominated by her exquisite girlfriend.
"You are home earlier than usual slut.", Mistress Lash remarked dominantly only after all this time.
"Yes Mistress Lash, I have ten hours of free time on top of my sleep period today.", Wendy said happily.
"Elaborate.", Mistress Lash ordered.
"Yes Mistress Lash. Today my scheduled paperwork massively reduced without warning due to fleet events. Tomorrow my working hours will be back to at least 15 hours a day unfortunately.", Wendy submissively elaborated.
"Ten hours of fun.", Mistress Lash said hungrily and kissed Wendy again.
Mistress Lash was extremely passionate after that, pressing her naked body against the side of Wendy's naked body as Fhimra continued to nibble and lick Wendy's wet place. Mistress Lash kissed Wendy passionately, open mouthed kissing with much pausing to lick around Wendy's mouth. Wendy was wonderfully dominated by these kisses, giving herself completely to her wonderful girlfriend.
Mistress Lash grabbed Wendy's tits in huge handfuls, squeezing and playing with them, teasing and twiddling her nipples as Wendy groaned in ecstasy. Mistress Lash stopped kissing Wendy to suck her chin erotically, followed by an erotic face lick and then her tongue in Wendy's ear.
Wendy felt amazing as her face and chin was slicked with saliva, giggling ticklishly as her neck and jaw bottom was licked and nibbled erotically. Mistress Lash was passionate as she tasted all of Wendy's face and neck, Wendy sighing in bliss.
"I am going to taste every last inch of you slut.", Mistress Lash purred, and Wendy nodded enthusiastically with a grimace of pleasure and arousal.
Wendy raised her arms up above her head at a gesture from Mistress Lash, and then she gasped and groaned as Mistress Lash began exploring her torso with her tongue and mouth.
Wendy squealed with laughter as her underarms were erotically licked and nibbled, it felt wonderful but it tickled terribly. Mistress Lash blew huge loud raspberries with her mouth against Wendy's armpits to make her howl with laughter, going for like 5 minutes of raspberries on each armpit!
Wendy was too submissive to move or defend herself, taking every tickle without moving even as she laughed hysterically. The mouth exploration continued, with abusive numbers of raspberries to every ticklish place as well as wet licking absolutely everywhere.
Wendy was tickled half to death as Mistress Lash tasted everything except her scalp and hair, the tongue tickling like crazy and the raspberries a hundred times worse. Wendy couldn't stop laughing and she was absolutely wet as fuck.
Fhimra stopped licking whenever she was in the way, before then returning to Wendy's pussy immediately afterwards, so that Wendy's vulva and clitoris never got a moment of peace from the wonderful oral sex.
Wendy was wet all over her body with fragrant clean saliva, given a comprehensive tongue bath of wonderful eroticism. She was desperate to cum but she didn't have permission, her sexy huge breasted naked lesbian body completely dominated.
Mistress Lash and Fhimra were now both together licking Wendy's pussy and ass hole, Wendy's ankles resting to either side of her head as she grimaced down at them in sexual pleasure, moaning low as she grew ever more desperate.
The two female faces were shiny with pussy juice and looked so incredibly sexy, licking so wonderfully with their tongues erotically touching.
The pair looked the grimacing Wendy right in the eye as they licked, making Wendy so wet that her pussy was a running waterfall of fluids flowing down to lubricate her ass hole, the ass hole also being licked so perfectly.
Wendy moaned and moaned so much and so desperately, her pleasure extreme. Wendy was a lesbian and this lesbian sex right now was so arousing that it was almost torture not to cum from it!
"Please may I cum Mistress Lash?", Wendy begged like a broken horny whore.
Mistress Lash shook her juice soaked face to refuse permission without stopping, making Wendy groan in horny dismay, completely tortured by this cruel abstinence.
The tent flap zipped open without warning, showing the darkness of short lived night outside through a slight gap, and Octavia and Luke entered unexpectedly, both of them giggling at each other romantically.
The newly arrived pair paused at the sight of Wendy naked on the bed with her ankles up around her head and her pussy being licked by both a lesbian and a bi girl at the same time.
"What a lovely sight. I better put on a condom first.", Luke chuckled, zipping the tent closed behind him and Octavia for privacy.
Wendy ignored her brother, far more interested in Octavia who was squealing with joy and rushing to kiss Wendy, Octavia's cone of shame proceeding to accidentally clobber all three women and then preventing Octavia from even kissing Wendy in this position!
Octavia pouted at her cone of shame, and settled for sitting her pussy lips on Wendy's mouth as a "kiss" of sorts.
Wendy eagerly gave Octavia oral, making Octavia gasp in ecstasy as Wendy put her tongue deep inside her and licked with expert skill.
Octavia was soon so wet that Wendy felt like she was being waterboarded, her nostrils snorting out juice desperately to breathe, and it became even worse when Octavia squirted everywhere with great hoarse moans!
Octavia was still orgasming very vocally when Fhimra loudly made sounds of protest and alarm.
"Don't worry, I am only going to play with Octavia and Wendy as agreed.", Luke's voice chuckled huskily out of view?
Wendy's lower body was then moved around by strong huge hands, pulled to the edge of the mattress with Octavia sliding along for the ride sitting on Wendy's face?!
Wendy's ankles were still around her head, pinned under Octavia's spread legs, and her lower openings were in a rather vulnerable position…
Wendy grimaced as an absolutely enormous object penetrated her pussy!
It couldn't be!?
It was exactly what Wendy feared it was, Luke's penis shod in a condom, fucking Wendy's own vagina!
"You may cum from the penis freely Wendy, otherwise you won't be getting any orgasms today.", Mistress Lash said with diabolical sadism!
Wendy turned her face under Octavia's pussy to see Mistress Lash smiling with revolting sadistic glee, getting off over Wendy's cruel suffering as Wendy's mind comprehended this terrible dilemma between getting fucked by her male brother or getting no orgasms today!
Wendy silently cried from this diabolical cruelty, but she got turned on by how MEAN this was!, Wendy couldn't help get wet from this perfect erotic sadist, so turned on by Mistress Lash's cruelty that she was gushing wet!
Luke began to fuck Wendy rhythmically as she paused in indecision, his dick absolutely HUGE as it stretched inside her!
Wendy was a total lesbian, she didn't like dicks or the men they were attached to anymore than a heterosexual man wanted to be fucked by other men. But on the other hand, she REALLY wanted to cum today…
Wendy focused on Octavia's pussy sitting on her face, and tried to imagine that the penis was just a dildo being used on her by a fellow woman. Wendy was still wet from before, and the penis-um-dildo was rubbing on her clitoris forcefully…
Wendy resumed eating Octavia out, focusing solely on the sexy woman she was eating out, not responding to the object in her pussy.
Wendy tried to cum, but the knowledge that she was being man-fucked continually undermined her sexual arousal, making her feel her engorged clitoris grew soft and flaccid. Wendy was silently crying for a number of different reasons, and Mistress Lash was openly masturbating over Wendy's suffering!
"I thought you wanted to cum?, You will NOT get off that dick until you orgasm at least once!, I don't care if it takes all day, I don't care if you have to go to work tomorrow impaled on his dick, you will NOT get off until you cum Wendy!", Mistress Lash ordered with gleeful sadism!
Wendy gasped at this cruelty, imagining going to work tomorrow like this!
Wendy felt a kick of extreme masochistic pleasure from this mean mean MEAN cruelty, finding cruel Dominatrices incredibly hot!
But the kick of masochistic pleasure wasn't enough for her to cum!
"Yes Mistress Lash!", Wendy said in sick dismay, unable to disobey Mistress Lash no matter what!
"I don't obey her, only you and Octavia remember.", Luke quietly reminded them.
"Relay my order Wendy.", Mistress Lash commanded.
"Yes Mistress Lash. Luke you are not allowed to pull out of me until I say, even if it takes days.", Wendy ordered Luke miserably.
"Yes Mistress Wendy.", Luke reluctantly agreed submissively.
Luke simply resumed fucking Wendy, Wendy desperately trying to climax without success as Mistress Lash laughed cruelly.
"This is really messed up Ma'am.", Fhimra said quietly to Mistress Lash.
"I promise you that the little slut is enjoying this. She is very masochistic, the dirty little whore is getting off on this.", Mistress Lash promised dominantly.
"I, I DO like how MEAN this is Mistress Lash. The sadism is SO hot!", Wendy admitted in humiliation.
Octavia got up off Wendy's face at this point, no longer blocking the view of Wendy's monstrously well endowed nine foot tall big brother penetrating her with as much length as her pussy could take!, Wendy's colossal bare breasts hid much of the view, but they hung slightly to each side of her chest when she was laying down like this, opening the gap between her tits to give a clear view of her clean shaven pussy being force fed condom covered cock!
Wendy pulled her legs down from either side of her head to wrap them around Luke's huge hips, so that she had more leverage, and she pulled into his thrusts willing herself desperately to cum. But she wasn't even wet anymore!
Mistress Lash was getting Fhimra to eat her out now, orgasming over Wendy's pain and suffering and dismay, and Wendy was pleased that her suffering was at least pleasing her beloved Dominatrix.
Mistress Lash climaxed multiple times as Luke came inside the condom that filled Wendy, Wendy in tears as she tried desperately to climax in vain!, Wendy was scared that she would be on this cock for the rest of her life!
Mistress Lash went over and licked Wendy's heavy tears, moaning sadistically from her suffering, and Wendy kissed her passionately in the sacred love between masochist and sadist. Mistress Lash returned the kiss but broke it to keep tasting the tears, openly masturbating over Wendy's terrible sexual suffering.
"I love you so much you perfect sadist Mistress Lash.", Wendy whispered in romantic awe, kissing her again.
"I love you too you little torture whore.", Mistress Lash replied, kissing her passionately.
Wendy was still on Luke's cock and might be here for a long time, and she reluctantly tried to make the best of this situation.
"Submissive boy, until I get off you you will be my steed. I want you to walk on your hands and feet with your front facing up, you will obey my every command.", Wendy addressed Luke.
"Yes Mistress Wendy.", Luke agreed unenthusiastically.
Luke awkwardly assumed an upside down four legged position with Wendy riding his penis like a horse rider, and Wendy ordered him to walk around the tent, controlling his movements with verbal commands. It was very awkward and undignified.
Octavia clapped at this and she childishly got on too, straddling his chest, naked but for her cone of shame harness. Wendy and Octavia playfully ordered their steed to carry them all around the tent, Octavia giggling so adorably that even Wendy giggled.
Octavia then reached down to stroke Luke's armpits as he used both arms to awkwardly walk, making Luke erupt into tormented laughter. Wendy chuckled and also dug into some sensitive spots with so much skill that his laughter was frantic.
Wendy grinned as she and Octavia tormented Luke to howling laughter, finding it fun in a mischievous nonsexual sort of way.
Luke was driven nuts but he was so submissive when he switched like this that he just took it like a bitch without trying to defend himself. Octavia was taunting him with baby talk and tickling related nursery games, her playful sadism adorable.
Wendy then began stroking Octavia's bare sides in front of Wendy, and Octavia squealed with laughter and surprise, curling defensively but not trying to stop Wendy in any way.
"Armpits please Owner Wendy!", Octavia laughed hopefully, raising her arms above her head accomodatingly.
Wendy buried both hands in the offered underarms, making Octavia howl with hysterical laughter but not lower her arms.
"More more!", Octavia squealed enthusiastically, and Wendy happily obliged.
Octavia was tickled so much that she fell backwards into Wendy, and Wendy wrapped her arms around Octavia and dug her thumbs into Octavia's sides, making Octavia laugh hysterically and squirm wonderfully in Wendy's strong grip, just digging the thumbs in mercilessly to keep Octavia gasping with hardest laughter.
Octavia was absolutely adorable to tickle, the most ticklish woman alive but never distressed by it, always adorably begging and baiting for more tickles, so that you never felt "mean" when you tickled her. Octavia was squirming a bit and laughing her head off, but she wasn't trying to escape at all, her squirming extremely playful.
Octavia turned her laughing face in Wendy's arms to give Wendy a brief affectionate kiss before continuing to squirm and laugh, the act as sweet as it was adorable. Wendy smiled at this sweetness, loving Octavia so much for all these little acts of love and affection.
Wendy continued to tickle Octavia in her grip, temporarily forgetting her predicament with Luke, and Wendy got wet from Octavia and her wonderful passive psychic lust aura.
The swelling of the penis inside her unfortunately distracted Wendy, Luke was also turned on by Octavia's aura and sexual antics and he was getting stiffer with excitement!
Wendy's growing arousal faded, to the mocking sadistic laughter of the cruel Mistress Lash!
Wendy desperately played with the ticklish Octavia to arouse herself, but Luke kept ruining it with his penis. Had there been less pressure then Wendy might have climaxed by now, but the fact that she knew that she HAD to cum actually made it harder, a masochistic part of herself actively wanted this torment to continue and was subconsciously undermining her attempts to end this!
Wendy gyrated on the penis energetically as she sensually played with Octavia, desperately reaching for orgasms that remained out of her reach. This was absolutely SADISTIC!
Octavia was tickled so much that she wet herself all over Luke's torso, howling with hardest laughter, but though this excited Wendy it still didn't get her all the way to orgasm. Wendy fingered Octavia with one hand as she tickled her half insane, and Octavia came easily and squirted but Wendy wasn't even close!
Octavia kissed Wendy and sucked her nipples, but Wendy had a man inside her lesbian pussy and couldn't find a single orgasm!
Mistress Lash was grinning gleefully with sadistic delight and Wendy's frustrating suffering, humiliating Wendy wonderfully. This was SO hot being tortured like this, but not quite hot enough for Wendy to cum.
Wendy took her frustrations out on Luke, inflicting the Rin Tickling Technique on his ribs so expertly that his laughter was half scream. Wendy ruthlessly got her revenge on him for penetrating her in the first place, tickling him for over thirty minutes, by which point he was begging for mercy.
Octavia helped Wendy tickle Luke, and together they made him fall down from his awkward crawl to defend himself with his hands, which was cheating under his submission agreement terms.
Octavia was not strong enough to fight through Luke's defences, but Wendy was daemonically strong enough to get in the odd tickle through his defences until she got hot, at which point she stopped to drink a bottle of water and poured some of the water down her back and shoulders to help cool herself down.
Luke was very jumpy underneath her, Wendy still on his cock, he was giggling like a little girl and flinching at her slightest movement, completely tickled to his limit. Wendy grinned down at her fearful brother, making sudden movements just to mess with him to make him flinch, taunting him for being so afraid.
"I have been tickled nonstop by Octavia for over a week now!, I am SO tired of enduring this sensation.", Luke defended.
"Only a week?, You should try a decade of marriage as Octavia's sub, I was tickled nonstop for ten years straight!", Wendy laughed at his weakness.
Luke had no answer for this, looking humiliated.
"If you want Octavia and I to submit to you in return when we return to orbit then you WILL submit to us now!", Wendy said sternly.
"Yes Mistress Wendy.", Luke said in defeat.
Wendy and Octavia enthusiastically resumed tickling him, and he desperately raised his arms above his head to not resist them, laughing hard from their remorseless touch as they tortured him.
The condom inside Wendy bulged as he wet himself inside her, piss flowing out with old cum to mess up the tent floor.
"Poor Fhimra has to clean that up now!, (Do I Ma'am?), go play outside the tent!", Mistress Lash snapped.
Wendy obediently agreed, grabbing on a bikini top with small items tucked under it for storage, followed by a pair of dark sunglasses on her eyes, and then she rode Luke out of the tent like a steed, followed by Octavia who closed the tent behind them.
The sunlit tent town was crowded right now, and people everywhere gawked at the sight of Wendy riding Luke like this. Luke was blushing with slight humiliation as bikini women gawked at him being dominated like this in public.
Octavia happily climbed on his chest in front of Wendy, and the pair directed their steed through the crowded settlement, visiting a tent shop that sold super strong synthetic ropes thick enough to bind a space marine, buying many bundles of the ropes. They purchased fruit and water bottles as well, putting all the items on Luke's tummy, then they rode Luke into the nearby ruins until they found a thick steel girder laying between two rubble piles with a perfectly sized gap underneath.
Wendy got Luke to lay on the girder on his back, with his arms around behind the gap under the girder. Wendy then carefully directed Octavia in tying him up in knots that even he couldn't break, as Luke nervously held still. His ankles were also bound behind the girder, Wendy checking every knot as best as she could to make sure that he was fully bound.
Wendy and Octavia then started tickling him, telling him to escape if he could, and Luke thrashed like crazy with all his strength but couldn't break free of the super strength thick synthetic ropes despite his strength.
Wendy and Octavia cheered at the knowledge that he was truly defenceless, and oh how they tickled him with no mercy at all, their fiendish fingers tormenting him to howling laughter and begging for mercy.
"Mercy!", Luke laughed desperately as Wendy reached back to stroke his balls with the Rin Tickling Technique, and she showed none at all like an evil bitch.
Wendy was having fun but she still needed to cum somehow, and she kept fucking his dick. Luke was soon orgasming repeatedly into the condom inside her pussy, cum flowing out down his shaft under the condom to drench his pelvis, but Wendy remained frustrated.
Wendy was grateful to Mistress Lash for training Wendy like this, subs like Wendy should be able to cum on command no matter what, this was much needed training for Wendy.
Wendy dug deep inside herself to gain greater control of her self, attempting to force herself to climax by raw discipline and willpower alone. Wendy prayed to Slaanesh in worship to give her lust, and suddenly she was granted a boon and all of the difficulties vanished away as though obscuring rain had suddenly stopped to show the distance clearly.
Wendy got wet from Octavia as though Luke wasn't even there, and Wendy orgasmed in seconds, moaning deeply in intense pleasure!
Wendy was delighted but she didn't get off yet, having five more to give six orgasms in offering to Slaanesh. Wendy then enthusiastically got off, leaving Luke bound at the mercy of Octavia and going to wash her pussy and return to Mistress Lash.
"Don't just leave me like this at Octavia's mercy!", Luke laughed hard in dismay, but Wendy ignored him and left him to enjoy the next few hours of Octavia's sadistic playtime.
Wendy reentered the tent to proudly tell her Mistress that she had succeeded, and she found Fhimra wearing a straight jacket laughing hysterically as Mistress Lash tickle wrestled her on the air mattress. Wendy happily joined in, grabbing a foot and scrubbing the many stripy toes with a toothbrush as Fhimra screamed with laughter. It was extremely fun.
Together the two girlfriends tickle destroyed Fhimra in the straight jacket that left her boobs and torso bare, Fhimra crying tears of laughter, her face split with hard laughter and her stripy pussy all wet. A vibrator to the pussy finished Fhimra off to adorable moaning.
Fhimra was a gasping, overly tickled, cummed out puddle by the end, laying in her straight jacket in sexual defeat, covered in sweat with a grimace of residual pleasure on her satisfied face. Further tickling made her laugh reflexively, but she was too pleasure blasted to otherwise react, her mouth drooling slightly in mind blown ecstasy.
Mistress Lash turned her attention to Wendy, laying Wendy down on the bed and spreading her legs, then putting her entire hand inside Wendy's depths, massaging her G spot wonderfully with stroking fingertips.
Wendy pull back her head and moaned in ecstatic pleasure, asking hopefully for permission to get wet.
Mistress Lash chuckled naughtily and gave Wendy permission to get wet with an aroused purr, and Wendy thanked her profusely, covering the dominant hand in slippery slime.
Wendy's eyes were looking up into her forehead as she grimaced and groaned and writhed in pleasure, the fingers making wet squishy noises inside her. Wendy raised her arms and gripped the edge of the mattress in bliss, her bikini top long removed and body naked for the pleasure of Mistress Lash.
"You may cum freely for me now slut.", Mistress Lash purred erotically, making Wendy gasp with delight and thank her even more profusely in a moaning desperate voice.
Wendy moaned deeply like an animal as she was fisted towards orgasm, writhing in the sweet agony of coitus as the wrist and forearm of Mistress Lash rubbed against her clitoris with rhythmic fisting. Wendy squirmed and gasped, grimaced and moaned, biting her lip when her mouth wasn't wide open, her feet sliding over the sheets as she writhed her legs in ecstasy.
Wendy rose higher and higher on the pleasure with hoarse groans and writhing motions, until she was moaning her lungs emptying in HARD orgasm. The fisting continued, Wendy having blissful multiples, her face grimacing wonderfully in hard orgasm.
Mistress Lash pulled out her hand and put her divine dominant face between Wendy's legs, kissing her vagina passionately!
Wendy gazed down with a desperate grimace of pleasure, moaning and gasping as her Dominatrix heavily made out with her lower lips. Oh Slaanesh it felt SO good!
Wendy climaxed again, kicking her feet in delight, writhing bodily so that her huge breasts wobbled energetically, screaming in pleasure.
Nibbling and licking made her grimace and groan desperately, having another wonderful orgasm, Wendy in heaven right now.
Wendy squirted all over Mistress Lash's face with a desperate gasp of ecstasy, and Mistress Lash fisted her again in punishment, grabbing Wendy's tits with her other hand as Wendy was assertively fisted to more orgasms.
Mistress Lash repositioned herself so that she was on top of Wendy, her legs spread carefully, lowering her olive skinned clean shaven pussy so that her folds squished against Wendy's wet folds from above, and Mistress Lash began to rhythmically rub their wet squishy bits together, making Wendy grimace desperately with more pleasure.
Wendy was a lesbian, and having another beautiful woman laying naked on top of her rubbing their vaginas together was an extremely sexy thing for Wendy. Mistress Lash kissed Wendy passionately as they rubbed together, her mouth smelling and tasting like pussy, and the pair passionately made love, both of them squirting in orgasm repeatedly.
Angry male shouting outside the tent suddenly interrupted Wendy's orgasm!
"Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson, I want you to EXPLAIN yourself to me and my crew!", A familiar male voice demanded.
"What?, Go away!, This isn't a good time.", Wendy complained in self pity.
"Our crew mates DIED because of your order!", A different more commoner male voice shouted.
"Come look us in the eye and face us!", Yet another voice said.
Hundreds of angry voices followed suit, it sounded like a multitude of grubby salty sea dogs were outside the tent in a makeshift lynch mob or something.
"Can't we PLEASE do this TOMORROW?, You are pussy blocking me during some very rare free time right now!", Wendy complained in tragic self pity.
"THOUSANDS DIED!", A chorus of common sailor voices roared in reply.
More shouting followed until Wendy miserably went to the tent door and stepped outside, still completely naked.
Arrayed outside the tent and throughout the tent town in every visible direction was a vast crowd of angry sailors and navy officers from expendable lesser ships, all of them demanding justice for justice a few little thousand deaths among their common sweaty comrades.
"I am TRYING to HAVE SEX right now!, Come back to me TOMORROW and I will happily, (well not happily), I will deal with this, TOMORROW!", Wendy complained reasonably.
The sweaty masses in sailor uniforms didn't react calmly to this, and officers physically held back their men before they could attack Wendy!
First Lieutenant Ahmed Muhammad stepped forward to Wendy, his handsome swarthy face stern and filled with holy manly anger but still calm and composed with obvious effort.
"I'm trying VERY hard to keep these men from doing anything unfortunate. There are civilians here, I don't want anyone else getting hurt today. I think that you and I and some of the other officers should go inside your tent and have a LONG talk about this.", First Lieutenant Muhammad said reasonably with obvious composure in his clearly angry voice.
"My girlfriend is naked in my bed, you can't come in.", Wendy protested.
"We will wait for you and your girlfriend to put on some clothes first, but then we will talk.", Ahmed pressed with calm authority.
Wendy went back inside the tent without a word and tried to simply go back to bed, hoping that these annoying people would just go away, but Mistress Lash was already out of bed and dressed in summer clothes, and Fhimra was out of her straight jacket and was now wearing a two piece bikini.
Wendy unhappily got dressed in a stunning bikini, and then invited the stupid pussy blocking navy officer people into her tent to talk about this nonsense. Wendy wanted to cry, her precious free time for having sex would all be wasted by this nonsense!
Wendy sighed glumly as she listened to complaints levelled against her that her order had been "unsafe". Wendy wanted none of this.
"This was all TIGERLILY'S idea!, I was just following orders!, Go complain to TigerLily about this!", Wendy complained.
"I did NO suck ting!", TigerLily's disembodied psychic voice protested in all their minds!
"You LIAR!, It WAS your idea!", Wendy protested shrilly.
"It was A idea, NOT an or'ah'der!", TigerLily protested.
"Well it was YOUR idea!", Wendy insisted accusingly.
"I have a LOT of ideas. Sugges'ittons really.", TigerLily defended.
"See see!, She admits that it was her idea!", Wendy told the officers, wanting them to now go bother TigerLily and leave Wendy alone.
"Suggestions and orders are not the same thing at all. We get hundreds of suggestions cross our meetings every time we brainstorm ideas to do something, the captain or officer on duty still takes the responsibility if they carry out a suggestion and it goes wrong.", Ahmed said with annoying logic.
"But TigerLily sees fate strands. It is not the same!, She MUST have known that this would happen before she suggested it!", Wendy protested.
"I cannot see EVERY TING!", TigerLily protested her innocence.
"You liar!", Wendy protested.
"Nurg'hel inne'terferes wit my fate vision sometimes…", TigerLily attempted to lie.
"You are lying!", Wendy protested yet again.
"Enough!", Ahmed interrupted.
"So you took a prophecy and it went awry. This happens sometimes. Instead of just trying to shift the blame, how about we DEAL with this mess?", Ahmed said reasonably.
"But but, why do *I* have to deal with this?", Wendy complained in self pity.
"You signed the order, therefore the responsibility is yours.", A different officer sternly informed Wendy.
"How much money will it take to make all of you go away right now and stop bothering me?", Wendy asked hopefully.
"Wendy!", Mistress Lash exclaimed in shocked disappointed disapproval, obviously sympathetic to these officers and getting cross with Wendy. This didn't bode well for getting more orgasms in the near future if Mistress Lash was pissed off!
"If you give us your BEST slaves RENT FREE to completely crew all of our ships to a ten percent crew manpower surplus, pay for all the ship damages, AND pay our respective pursers DOUBLE the weekly allowance allocated to the funding of each destroyer and corvette, then I SUPPOSE that we could go away and let you have sex for the rest of the day.", Ahmed suggested shrewdly.
Wendy looked at the disappointed disapproving face of Mistress Lash with feverish lust, warring against her greed to make a lot of money. Wendy hesitated, then listened to her pussy and hastily agreed to their demands just to give herself a happier girlfriend and some damn sexy time in peace.
Wendy just wanted these annoying people to go away and leave her in peace.
***…
Tramzaka ShadowCleaver was glad to be alive as she lay in bed in her tiny little crew quarters room after the terrifying ordeal.
The radiation had worked like a charm to kill over 90 percent of the monsters, and the few stragglers had been easily gunned down by the arms men of the ship storming the section. It had been a VERY long day, but the monsters were all dead now and the ship was safe.
Tramzaka had had a long shower and was currently wearing crew issue sleeping underwear skivvies in the form of a shirt and underpants, and she was tucked inside her tiny crew bed, her heart still racing.
Tramzaka was stressed and afraid after her ordeal. Every time the ship made a slight noise she tensed, imagining it was scuttling monsters coming back to eat her.
Tramzaka fearfully hid her head under the covers as a wall sewerage pipe gushed softly with the sounds of running water, imagining monsters crawling through the walls to get her!
Her heart was pounding, she didn't want to be alone right now, she wanted someone to cuddle her and reassure her that no monsters were there.
A loud knocking on the door startled her terribly, and at further knocking she went to the door and opened it curiously.
"Fish and chips?", Joey the Down syndrome man offered, holding up a grease paper wrapped takeaway food package suggestively.
Tramzaka paused for a long moment, then she let him come inside…
***…