Chapter 71H
Yet again the fleet was getting ready to continue onwards after settling its affairs in orbit of Autoclave.
They had stayed longer than they had planned, delayed by repairs and body disposal, the division of treasure and plunder, and negotiating treaties with those nations of Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ who wanted peaceful assimilation into the Sevenson Empire. But now they were finally ready to move again.
The first ship to leave was a single vagabond class merchant ship posing as a customer to Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ, completely repainted to look like a neutral Black Legion affiliated ship and acting as a scout, planning on using onboard chaos psykers to telepathically report back everything they saw.
The fleet in orbit of Autoclave received back staticky reports of an icy planet orbiting a tempestuous flare star, the ship's radar picking up so much flaring radio interference from the solar flares that it was difficult to detect local ships against the blaring radio static. The merchant ship was then hailed by an unknown Endeavour class Light Cruiser that emerged out of the radar static and asked it its business and identification.
The vagabond merchant ship identified itself with the made up name "Song of Horus Lupercal", claiming to be in the service of the Black Legion and returning from trade with the 109 Moons of Vem Omicron, requesting to buy local deuterium and tritium fuel and asking to conduct trade.
The local Light Cruiser seemed suspicious and demanded to board the ship to confirm their identification and cargo, and the merchant ship urgently messaged the Sevenson fleet telepathically for instructions and assistance in a panic, stalling the boarding request.
The fleet had learned very little from this scout so far and telepathically demanded that they submit to be boarded. There was a tense wait of communications delay before the fleet received a message of compliance, the merchant ship agreeing to be boarded.
The merchant ship had been prepared for this, it's holds filled with random cheap foodstuffs like salad greens and herbs from the markets of Vem Omicron, as well as with selected Vem Omicron hydrocarbon fuels in huge onboard storage tanks. Everything from the crew uniforms to the interior decorations had been carefully tailored to pass for a merchant supply ship in the service of the Black Legion chaos space marines, by far the most diplomatically neutral of all the traitor legions, a legion that went to pains to have good relations with as many different chaos factions as possible.
"Shit!, They have PSYKERS in the boarding party!", the merchant ship telepaths suddenly informed the fleet in a panic.
"The psykers read crew minds to learn who we are!, The ship is being stormed!", Another message said.
"They shot out our radar systems!, We can't scan anything!"
All further messages were panic after that, with no new information of any merit. The crew were no doubt being captured and interrogated for information now.
The Sevenson Fleet went to warp immediately, heading straight for Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ at all speed. They had learned precious little from this scouting mission but they had to act fast before the merchant ship crew were able to divulge too many secrets under torture and interrogation.
The more hostile nations of Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ were obviously alert and expecting the Sevenson Fleet, it seemed obvious that a surprise attack was now completely impossible so instead they would need to do this attack very carefully to avoid being ambushed.
In the throne room of the Sevenson Matriarch the various highest ranking admirals poured over a holographic map of the Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ star system, trying to decide on a location to come out of the warp. TigerLily was present but her counsel was vague, stooping down and using a holographic control panel to highlight a huge area of space in the system that she judged to be safe to exit their warp drives into the system from.
According to TigerLily she couldn't be certain where the hostile ships were precisely, as millions of locals who followed either Nurgle or Chaos Undivided were apparently praying to Nurgle to foil the precognition of Tzeentch, rendering TigerLily effectively blind. At best she could decipher where some of the ships HAD been well over a week ago before the prayers to Nurgle had begun in earnest, but the ships could have moved almost anywhere inside a huge distance since then.
The admirals referred to probability calculations to calculate where the hostile ships were LEAST likely to be located based on the local orbital plane, defensive considerations, travel distance from last known locations and other factors, coming up with a huge area above and below the orbital plane of the star system at outer orbital distance.
To make absolutely sure that the location wasn't anticipated by precognitive psykers the fleet waited until they were mere minutes away, and then used a quantum random number generator inside a heavily warded psychic null box to generate random grid coordinates from the listed options, randomly selecting a location above and to the side of the orbital plane, far outside of the locations likely to have hostile ships.
Minutes later the entire huge fleet exited their full warp space transit into the "half warp" space of the warp saturated Maelstrom, (a confusing and sometimes vague distinction), finding themselves exactly where the navigators had aimed at, at the randomly selected location.
The ships groaned metallically as their hulls relaxed after the varied pressures and turbulence of the full warp, and every sensor and radar system in the fleet engaged to scan everything around them.
The Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ system was a nightmare of radio interference from the local red dwarf flare star, drowning out any radar returns against the blinding radio glare of the star. The optical frequency sensors picked up the largest local objects, namely the planets of the system, but a haze of tiny ice comets and ice dust blurred even the optical sensors so that they lacked the resolution to detect anything as small as a hostile ship at this long range.
Small red dwarf stars like this were extremely obnoxious for about the first billion years after they formed, their internal convection currents at this young age causing immensely powerful magnetic field lines to randomly form in highly elongated loops that stretched from deep inside the star and far out into space. The stellar plasma that was the material of the star was highly magnetic by nature, and huge plumes of the plasma guts of the red dwarf star would stream along this looped magnetic field line at huge speed in perfect loops that followed the path of the magnetic field lines. The short lived magnetic field lines would then collapse, releasing this huge plume of star guts to float away in a strong blast of high energy plasma, releasing enormous amounts of ultraviolet light and other intense radio emissions that wreaked havoc on space navigation sensors.
While the average red dwarf was an obnoxious pain for the first billion years of its life, this one in the Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ system was a real doozy, far far FAR more violently flare prone than the average red dwarf star, a complete and total nightmare for sensitive radar and other navigation systems to deal with. The randomly forming temporary magnetic field lines of this star were forming so frequently that there seemed to be several simultaneous solar flares present at any given moment, with only rare moments of peace that were as unpredictable as they were short lived, making a mockery of radio based sensors like radar.
Combining the flare star from hell with extreme quantities of ice micro-comets in a thick hazy halo in the orbits beyond the frost line made the already difficult sensor detection basically impossible. This was about the most dangerous naval warfare conditions imaginable, they would be lucky to see hostile ships before they even entered their firing range.
The Sevenson fleet was spooked by these conditions of uncertainty about enemy location, and they adopted a very defensive formation with a huge picket of scout ships in all directions around the central core of the fleet, with the Nightmare Asylum right in the middle, ready to fire its big guns the moment the scout pickets blundered into detection range of a hostile ship.
The fleet sent unmanned recon probes shooting far ahead for advanced navigational warning of any large objects in their flight path, and fired up their real space plasma engines to follow in the direction of the planet where enemy ships were almost certain to be found.
For a long time they flew, they had come out of warp a significant distance away from the planet and the distances to travel were vast. Small icy debris smashed into the navigational shields of the various ships, the system lousy with human head or smaller sized comets and ice balls.
Again and again they sent more reconnaissance probes ahead to see the way for them, finding nothing at all in the floating ice and radio interference.
Eventually the recon probes vaguely detected a ship far ahead!
The fleet activated their reverse thrusters hard to decelerate from their huge acceleration to lose speed and approach more slowly, frantically sending more probes and trying to scan this other ship.
The ship ahead was deliberately moving out of the path of the probes, following an avoidance path and remaining difficult to get more than the vaguest readings of. It had obviously seen the probes and calculated the trajectory they had come from, engine plasma vaguely detected through the navigation haze.
The fleet cautiously followed this ship in full force. It was in extreme outer orbit of the inhabited planet of Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ, well beyond the magnetic field of the planet and right in the star system's orbital plane where the icy debris were the thickest.
The front most scout picket ran down the ship and got the first clear view of it. It was a putrid brown Tarask class Merchantman ship bearing the heraldry of the "Ferrymen", the 6th Plague Company of the Death Guard traitor legion?
It wasn't one of the known ships of Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ, it appeared to be just a Death Guard merchant ship here for trade that was in the wrong place at the wrong time…
The Tarask was now loudly sending frantic radio distress signals saying that it was being pursued by unknown pirate ships, the signals so loud and the planet so close that even the solar flare interference hadn't a hope of masking this distress signal!
"A thousand poxes on you pirates if you DARE to steal the cargo of the Death Guard 6th Company!, Mortarion himself will hunt you down if you bring war to the 14th Legion!", the Tarask threatened the fleet indignantly over a radio message.
The Sevenson Fleet hurriedly promised that they were not hostile to the Death Guard, quite frantic to avoid THEIR malignant wrath, promising that they had simply mistaken the identity of the Death Guard ship.
The Tarask was grumpy but accepted this explanation and apology, explaining that they themselves were only here to buy extremely rare components and spare parts for some highly outdated microbial incubators that the Death Guard used to brew some of their nightmarish plagues in. Given that Gåëḻįxčûßṟæ were famous for making extremely rare niche machine parts and the Death Guard proclivity for using extremely old machines, it was hardly surprising that the Death Guard would come here as occasional customers.
The Sevenson Fleet wisely let this merchant ship of this extremely dangerous faction go peacefully, and the Death Guard Tarask disappeared into the sensor haze, continuing on their business to buy spare parts for their plague incubators.
This was a disaster, the fleet hadn't found a single hostile ship but now thanks to the Tarask everyone knew that the Sevenson Fleet was here and knew their exact location!
The Sevenson Fleet barely had time to contemplate their predicament before torpedoes suddenly entered the detection range of the scout pickets, coming from multiple different directions on many sides!
The scout pickets frantically shot at the incoming torpedoes as flights of swift death fighters scrambled to launch from the commandeered pirate escort carriers deeper in the fleet formation.
Torpedoes exploded as they were shot, other torpedoes hit some of the scout picket ships, (frigates and destroyers), and yet other torpedoes raced past the outer line, headed inwards towards the middle of the fleet!
Chaos and confusion followed as fighters frantically intercepted and shot down these torpedoes that got through, some Iconoclast destroyers and Claymore corvettes in the scout picket lines getting badly damaged or exploding.
The fleet tracked the trajectories of the torpedoes back to their approximate origins but didn't dare fire, no longer sure where the blasted Death Guard ship was, (let alone any other neutral ships in the area), not wanting to accidentally hit these ships and start a war they couldn't win!
The fleet instead sent recon probes along the trajectories the torpedoes had come from, trying to get a clear shot at only a hostile ship.
The recon probes found nothing, the hostile ships having already relocated in the sensor haze, and new torpedo salvos suddenly came from new directions, causing yet more chaos and occasional damage!
The Fleet frantically relocated so that the enemy would lose their coordinates, and for a time the torpedo salvos continued to be aimed at their old location, a stationary recon probe being left behind to track any activity.
The Sevenson Fleet turned off their own active radar to make themselves harder to track, passively sensing what little they could with entirely passive sensors.
The Fleet continued running silent and one of the scout picket Iconoclast destroyers suddenly had a collision with the damn Death Guard Tarask ship, ramming the merchant ship right up the ass!
The Sevenson Fleet frantically relocated as the radio channels lit up with flabbergasted protests from the rammed neutral Death Guard ship, leaving behind the crashed Iconoclast destroyer to deal with the complaints of the pissed off Nurgle space marines they had rammed!
Every ship in the system surely heard the racket of radio protests that the Death Guard were spewing forth, loudly demanding compensation for damages from the ship that had rammed them!
The doomed ship that had rammed the Tarask thought that they were about to die, but the hostile local ships didn't fire a shot, the two ships mangled together so that they couldn't safely shoot the destroyer without also hitting the Death Guard ship in the fire.
The Destroyer might be safely intermingled with an untouchable neutral ship but the rest of the fleet wasn't so lucky, and more torpedoes flew their way out of the impenetrable sensor haze.
The fleet frantically dropped down into low orbit just above the upper atmosphere of the planet, entering the natural magnetosphere of the planet that protected the atmosphere from the intense solar winds from the solar flares.
The moment the fleet dipped down below the magnetosphere the pesky flare plasma vanished, letting them use their sensors at long last, but only for the space under the magnetosphere. Crisp clear radar signals surveyed everything around the fleet inside the magnetosphere bubble, everything visible below this magnetic blanket.
Ground based radars were tracking the fleet closely from the surface, but no torpedoes came from space, the hostile ships not daring to fire torpedoes that might miss and hit the civilian population of the planet below.
The fleet sighed in relief and they began demanding via radio broadcast that the nations of the planet below all negotiate with the fleet to either sign treaties or at least surrender, promising that noncompliance would result in a ground invasion.
What resulted from this demand was a schizophrenic mix of violently opposing responses from many different nations, far too many voices to deal with them all collectively.
The fleet knew that they were surrounded above by unseen warships ready to launch torpedoes at them the moment they left low orbit, and they knew that they would have a hard time getting supply ships in to resupply the fleet while these unseen lurkers prowled the haze above the magnetosphere.
Victory was very far from impossible, but it would certainly not be easy in this environment. This might prove to be a massive pain in the ass in fact…
***…
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson laughed happily as she walked out of the thunderhawk gunship into the snow, completely naked but for a pair of ammo belts crossing her chest between her huge tits and a bolt pistol in a holster on a belt around her waist. Now THIS was the PERFECT environment for her to use her daemonic strength and speed to the maximum without pesky overheating!
Wendy wore not a thing else, and in one bare hand she held her wonderful new daemon whip, moaning in orgasmic agony from the extreme pain her hand received from merely holding the handle of this exquisite supernatural thing.
It was night here and lethally cold, wind howling and blowing far subzero breathable air into Wendy's face with great force, sucking away all the heat in her body instantly. Wendy simply jogged on the spot with supernatural speed to heat herself back up to comfortably warm, loving this blissful cold.
All around Wendy in the dark were Night Lords and other allied forces, with armoured vehicles and supply trucks and other ground vehicles rumbling on the snow and ice in a vast staging camp in the middle of a flat plain of snow and ice that stretched unbroken to every horizon. Wendy could see wind turbines widely scattered across the plain in all directions, spinning surprisingly slowly in the howling icy winds.
Human soldiers were digging trenches and holes everywhere in the snow and ice, carving out subterranean ice bunkers with heated knives to shelter from both cold and artillery. Supply dumps were being dug in the ice and everyone was generally setting up a rear headquarters camp for military logistics at the start of the war.
Normally Wendy wouldn't be anywhere near an actual battlefield like this, but in this singular environment she could actually excel with ease in fighting the enemy. Wendy LOVED the cold!
Hidden inside Wendy's vagina was a specialised Slaaneshi "dildo-vox", a vox that fitted snugly inside the vagina of a Slaanesh worshipping woman (or other with a vagina), operated by carefully squeezing the vaginal muscles in a certain way to operate the vox.
Wendy had everything she needed to wreak havoc on the battlefield as a Slaaneshi shock trooper, with her raw speed itself providing her with all the armour she needed to avoid harm.
Wendy was jubilant as she joined her Night Lord kin, running up to hug her various brothers and nephews and grandsons as she saw them, the boys in power armour all extremely submissive towards Wendy with slavish programmed obedience. The boys were getting ready to move out, and Wendy joined a squad of Sevenson Night Lords in power armour, having been assigned by her brother Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson to help these boys in their mission.
The squad in question was 10th Squad, a tactical squad that was distinct for not only being led by Sergeant Hamahoto Lee but also for containing Wendy's own (serial child molester) father, Brother Nathan… Luke really was a jerk for putting Wendy in THIS particular squad!
Wendy looked away guiltily as Lash's family patriarch Hamahoto Lee looked at her stoically with his arms crossed disapprovingly, his power armour helmet on but his emotions unmistakable even without being able to see his face.
"I have been meaning to have a talk with *you* young Wendy Sevenson, would you care to explain why after 300 years of exemplary submission to my many fine grand daughters you have suddenly decided to *switch*?", Hamahoto asked Wendy disapprovingly.
"I don't think I have anything left to learn as a sub after 300 years, I think I'm ready for a change of roles in my exploration of the art of BDSM.", Wendy explained defensively, dutifully studying the tops of her bare breasts as she looked down guiltily.
"While I can see some noble merit in that, did you have to switch *with my granddaughter*?!", Hamahoto replied incredulously with barely contained temper.
"If I'm going to marry her forever then this was always going to happen sooner or later. Doing this before the wedding gives her a chance to pull out of the marriage if she chooses. So far she hasn't.", Wendy justified defensively.
"She will surely leave you before the wedding in that case.", Hamahoto said with certainty.
"That's certainly possible…", Wendy said uncomfortably, not enjoying this conversation.
Wendy turned away quickly, wanting to end this awkward and embarrassing conversation and immediately noticed that her own father had been looking at her bare ass this whole time.
Daddy was wearing his power armour helmet, hiding his face, but Wendy still noticed as he looked her naked body up and down multiple times in a way that was beyond creepy from her own father!
Daddy was the husband of the Sevenson Matriarch and he was wearing master crafted Mark 4 power armour as a result of his privileged position, but the power armour was carved all over with insulting graffiti saying such things as "mother fucker" and "child molester". The graffiti was courtesy of his adult Night Lord sons, who hadn't taken kindly to being molested by him as children, they regularly beat him up and held him down in groups to graffiti his armour like this…
"Hello my dear Wendy!, It is so nice to see you… Has your vagina changed since your childhood?", Daddy said enthusiastically.
Wendy's pale jaded face twisted in disgust at the painfully clear memory of being molested by her father as a child, and she gripped the handle of her daemon whip more tightly for reassurance, comforted by the incredible pain.
"It… It's nice to see you too Daddy.", Wendy politely humoured him.
Her father then reached out an armoured hand and cupped Wendy directly on the vagina, trying to insert a finger but prevented by the presence of the dildo vox!
Wendy froze at this horrifying happening, and Daddy was suddenly flattened and viciously beaten up by every Sevenson Night Lord in his entire squad, (with Hamahoto abstaining from getting involved). Wendy watched in surprise as her father was violently assaulted in his power armour, the Night Lords completely berserk at the sight of their exalted deliciously dominant Mistress Wendy being sexually assaulted by her own father no less!
"Save it for the enemy.", Hamahoto ordered after the squad had given Daddy a good beating, and the squad taciturnly entered a chaos rhino armoured transport with Wendy following them inside.
The journey in the confined space of the rhino was painfully awkward for Wendy, stuck between her Daddy on one side and Hamahoto on the other. Luke was just diabolically sticking her in THIS squad!, He KNEW that this would be awkward for her!
Wendy wrapped her daemon whip around her naked body to let it torture as much of her skin as possible with delicious pain, but she felt awkward enjoying an agony orgasm in front of her Daddy, not to mention in front of Hamahoto as well!
Wendy silenced her screams of agony and pleasure to a hushed groan by Slaaneshi force of will, and she just stood silently in the rhino as it drove to their insertion point. The other Night Lords were looking at the naked Wendy in bewitched awe, their body language clearly showing that they had painfully large erections under their power armour over the gorgeous naked Wendy. Wendy felt even more awkward, pretending not to notice.
Wendy clenched her vaginal muscles with great skill to test that her pussy dildo vox was working properly, she inspected her ammo belts and bolt pistol and whip, doing anything to pass the time really.
Gunfire suddenly pounded off the armoured front hull of the rhino, indicating that they had found contact with the enemy, and the rhino rapidly slid to a halt and opened its disembarkation hatches on the rear of the vehicle, letting the squad exit behind the cover of the rhino's hull.
Wendy cheered and sprinted out with daemonic speed into the dark freezing ice field, dropping down into the snow and crawling with extreme speed to distance herself from the fire drawing rhino and squad of Night Lords.
Wendy was naked and could not risk being hit by shrapnel or gunfire, she needed to keep low and hidden until she could get close enough to rip the enemy apart in close combat.
Wendy could see clearly in the dark all the way out to the horizon, revealing trenches and cover holes and camouflaged firing positions all the way to the horizon. Men in winter clothes were in the trenches and other positions, holding all sorts of really odd looking weapons. Wendy noticed that some of the enemy soldiers were spotters holding thermal sights, explaining how they had seen the rhino to begin with.
Illumination flares fired up in the air from the enemy lines, arching high above the Night Lord position to illuminate them.
Wendy squinted but the flares weren't bright enough to blind her sensitive eyes, more like a bright full moon night back on Terra, just enough to see targets at a distance.
The Night Lord 10th Squad got back in their rhino and backed away fast, keeping their armoured front facing the enemy. They were moving out of range of the enemy weapons, leaving Wendy behind unsupported…
Wendy immediately began to burrow through the snow on her belly towards the nearest enemy line, her bare ass just breaking the surface as she slid through the snow drifts like a plough at extreme speed.
The snow felt glorious on her high temperature body as she used her daemonic gifts to the maximum, for once not overheating and able to sustain her supernatural speed
The enemy had thermal sights and they might possibly glimpse sight of her hot bare ass poking through the snow, she redoubled her speed, virtually swimming through the snow at this speed frame, her skin wet with molten snow from her body heat and friction.
Wendy's soft masochistic skin was scratched raw from snow abrasion as she ploughed through the snow like a swimming shark, and she suddenly burst through a thin trench retaining wall made of carved ice blocks, entering a trench to the considerable surprise of the defenders.
Wendy smiled cruelly and used her daemonic speed to the maximum, slowing down her perception of time so that everything around her was in extreme slow motion, the enemy men almost frozen in place with time slowed down so much.
Wendy turned her head from side to side so fast that her eyes almost pulled out of her sockets from the centrifugal force of her head turning, clearly taking stock of the trench she was in before the defenders could even react.
The defenders were all wearing full body winter clothes, not even their eyes exposed to the cold air, wearing winter goggles. Their lower faces were covered in air heating apparatuses that seemed to use a heating element to pre-warm up each breath of air they inhaled, the entire rest of their bodies covered to protect against the extreme cold temperatures of this planet at night.
Wendy laughed at the odd clothes they wore, this planet not even making fashionable winter clothes but instead looking like absolute dorks. The gear obviously worked but it was just fashion awkward and ugly to look at, lacking the aesthetics of anything mainstream.
The weapons were likewise functional but plain odd, using makes of rifle Wendy had never seen before, with even the ammunition being of extremely unusual caliber. It was actually quite quaint.
Wendy could very easily kill these men, but her job was to sow shock and terror, and that meant it was better to make them suffer and scream for as long as possible.
Wendy took up her daemon whip in one hand and she used her other hand to feel the clothing of the nearest man, looking for an opening to some bare skin.
Her supernaturally fast hand soon found the man's trouser fly zipper, pulling it down so fast that the zipper teeth exploded inside the pull tab. She opened the destroyed zip and reached in to encounter yet another fly, which she also opened.
After getting through a surprising number of layers she finally got at his underpants and pulled them so fast that they tore open, exposing his penis.
Wendy then simply barely touched his slow motion penis with the handle of her daemon whip and turned away. Pain nerve signals traveled at the speed of sound, it would take a moment for him to feel the pain but that pain was coming.
Wendy moved around like a blur exposing men's genitals and barely touching them with her daemon whip.
In extreme slow motion the men's faces contorted in the agonising pain of hell itself, dropping their weapons and reaching for their crotches in extremes of slow motion.
Wendy continued through the trench system with extreme speed, screams of chilling agony sluggishly following after her at the slow speed of sound. The air was so lethally cold that Wendy wasn't even overheating from this strenuous speed, this was just easy!
Wendy was completely bored by the time she finished with this first trench, men laying everywhere clutching their private parts screaming in agony and horror. None of them were dead, but their morale was completely destroyed now, they wouldn't be fighting again for at least an hour, such was the pain of Wendy's whip.
Wendy returned her speed to normal human speed and used her pussy vox to report what had happened. Then she stood over the horrified traumatised defenders, brandishing her whip threateningly with Slaaneshi moans of pain, her pink mark of Slaanesh glowing warningly on her face.
"You boys are going to start talking about everything you know.", Wendy said cheerfully and used her daemon strength to pull away the hands of the nearest man from his crotch, pressing the handle of her daemon whip hard against his bare penis.
The screaming defeated defenders sung out their secrets like a choir, giving up a wealth of military information about the surrounding trenches and other defences. Wendy voxed all of these details back to the Night Lords, and she was given new targets to wreak havoc upon.
Wendy quickly got around behind the lines, leaving horror and screaming in her wake, and she changed her tactics to hunt down officers and other leaders, not even clearing positions but simply darting in just long enough to torture every leader she could find to paralyse the command structure of the surrounding trenches.
During all of this confusion 10th Squad returned stealthily on foot without their conspicuous rhino, and they began methodically entering the trenches Wendy had incapacitated with only disorganised fire from the remaining trenches.
Confused and leaderless the enemy were no match for Night Lords in the dark, and Wendy continued her terror campaign to torture any common soldiers who attempted to take up leadership, darting in and out of trenches faster than she could even be reacted to.
Soon the entire line was routed, men fleeing for their lives out of the trenches, the battle was won without a single casualty, greatly gratifying Wendy's (already considerable) arrogance. She felt like a bona fide Mary Sue right now, this wasn't any sort of fair fight.
Common human rabble soldiers in the service of the Sevenson Cartel soon arrived in snow modified trucks to completely man and hold these captured trenches, and Wendy and 10th squad went far behind enemy lines to hunt for soft logistical targets to help collapse the enemy lines.
Chaos space marine drop pods soon slammed down from orbit into the snow and ice to deliver more Sevenson Night Lords and fresh supplies to bolster this rear breakthrough attack, and Night Lord Chaos Bikers on huge space marine motorbikes with snow wheels caught up with the force from the breakthrough point to help with the hunt.
Wendy ran alongside the bikes with blistering speed across the snowy ice fields, hunting for more prey to terrorise and torture.
Her pussy vox informed her of targets up ahead detected by the ships in low orbit, and she zigzagged to evade fire as she approached a well defended head quarters base containing a brigadier general.
Wendy dropped down to the snow as artillery shells and mortars flew overhead, the general obviously having called in an artillery strike against the attacking Night Lord force!
Wendy dug deep below the snow as high explosive heavy mortar shells sprayed shrapnel all around, laying flat on her back against the ice "bedrock" under the snow, only her huge tits poking above the snow around her.
Wendy moaned orgasmically in sweet pain as mortar shrapnel caught her partially exposed tits, shrapnel embedding deep in the fat and silicone.
More shrapnel hit her tits, blood pouring from her Swiss cheesed mammary glands, but the rest of her body was protected from the shrapnel by the thick snow she was buried in, getting only the occasional splinter of shrapnel piercing through the snow to embed shallowly into other parts of her body.
Wendy looked up at the sky above her with maximum speed to slow down the perception of time, and she very thoroughly scanned the sky for incoming artillery and mortar shells.
Screwing up her courage she broke out of the snow and sprinted with supernatural speed during a gap in the shells, then buried herself in the snow again, closer to the head quarters now.
More shrapnel caught her tits and as soon as she saw a gap she continued to sprint towards the head quarters.
Wendy suddenly felt something suspiciously land mine shaped buried in the snow under her bare foot at supernatural speed!
Even Wendy was not quite fast enough pulling her foot away with all speed, saving her foot but catching some shrapnel to the bottom of her foot!
Wendy dug down into the snow, not even stopping to tend to her bleeding foot, and she dug through the snow by hand to dig for land mines, slowing her speed just long enough to report the land mines with her pussy vox.
Wendy grumpily tossed aside every land mine she unearthed, digging in a straight line towards the perimeter line around the head quarters base.
Men in the base fired at Wendy and she angrily threw land mines at them with daemonic speed, the mines exploding on impact to suppress the enemy fire long enough for Wendy to dig up yet more mines to throw at them.
The Night Lords themselves noticed Wendy's predicament and provided real covering fire with their bolters, easing the pressure on Wendy and letting her dig all the way through the minefield to the perimeter line of the base.
Wendy limped on her wounded foot, tits holed and bloody, moaning disturbingly in masochistic agony as she entered the base perimeter trench like a Slaaneshi daemon.
Wendy didn't muck around this time and she pulled out her bolt pistol, moving with blurring speed to put a bolt in the head of every soldier in the perimeter line, circumnavigating the entire perimeter line to kill every defender.
Night Lords were moving safely down the crude snow trench Wendy had dug through the mine field, entering the perimeter trench and surrounding the headquarters base complex on all sides.
The base was a complex of bunkers and tunnels burrowed deep under the ice, no doubt well defended and heavily booby-trapped with hidden proximity mines and other deadly traps. Wendy didn't really fancy being naked and limping on one foot in a confined space full of shrapnel that even she couldn't dodge, she gracefully informed her Night Lord kin that she was wounded and couldn't contribute further to the fighting until she was healed.
Wendy was fussed over by her overly touchy father as Hamahoto personally stormed the headquarters, tutting as her father kept unnecessarily touching her vulva as he personally bandaged up her shrapnel gashed breasts.
"Daddy I'm not wounded down there!", Wendy protested as his power armoured thumb erotically caressed her clitoris.
"You let *me* decide where you are injured Wendy, you are wounded and have lost blood.", Daddy doubled down, stroking her clitoris even more energetically for challenging him.
Wendy sighed and continued to feel extremely uncomfortable until Hamahoto emerged from the base holding a winter uniformed brigadier general by an obviously broken arm, the general screaming in pain from Hamahoto's brutality.
The general was a valuable hostage who could reveal much under interrogation, he would be taken to orbit and have his mind read by psykers as he was simultaneously tortured. This battle had been an overwhelming success.
***…
Night Lords Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson chuckled fondly as he took time out of his busy military schedule to visit his little sister in the military hospital at the planet fall main camp.
The main camp was a large and growing affair of tunnels and chambers burrowed deep under the ice below the reach of bunker buster bombs, mostly a logistical centre for stockpiling supplies and ammunition and vehicles, but also containing both a major military hospital and the primary ground based military headquarters.
The Sevenson forces were focusing all of their forces on one hostile nation at a time rather than many at once, maximising their strength by attacking each nation individually with overwhelming force. This weak nation was the first, and when it was defeated they would move on to attack the next weakest nation, only moving on to the next weakest once that nation was also defeated.
The defenders were starving and very poor, the military forces not having enough funding to field any especially advanced weapons. They had little beyond some basic artillery and mortars to really threaten Night Lords in power armour, the rest of their forces mostly using basic small arms like rifles and machine guns that lacked penetration. In particular the current hostile forces seemed to have a great shortage of anti tank weapons, the rhinos had faced sporadic rocket propelled grenades, just enough to make the rhinos back off without taking serious damage. A dedicated tank rush would crush these weaklings.
According to military intelligence supplied by those local nations who had already joined the Sevenson Empire willingly, the nation they were currently invading was called "the Constitutional Republic of The Lance of Vyaniah II". This nation had been chosen as a first target precisely because it was the weakest and poorest hostile nation, it would be good training for fighting in the local conditions against a low stakes enemy to prepare them for eventually facing the more formidable enemy nations. This weakest nation had virtually no tanks available, a pathetically weak and under strength Air Force, with little vehicles available at all besides basic snow trucks for towing around towed artillery pieces and providing supply logistics.
The pathetic local forces were quickly being driven back at every advance, but they were still irritating if not truly dangerous. They had minefields scattered around to slow the Night Lords down and they liked to use combined artillery tactics to shell the Night Lords as soon as they were slowed down by a mine field. These tactics were irritating, and Wendy herself had been wounded through such tactics.
The military hospital was deep under the ice and was little more than buttressed ice chambers full of hospital beds and hospital facilities like operating rooms and the like. Medics and doctors and slave nurses scurried around doing whatever it was that they did, and wounded (normal human) patients lay in beds resting from surgery.
Wendy herself was slumming it with the common rabble of wounded chaos heretic militia and militant chaos cultists, bedding amongst the large numbers of inferior human soldiers who had been wounded in battle. Wendy didn't seem to object to her common lodgings, sitting up naked in bed with her huge breasts covered in bandages, other small wounds all over her body covered by the occasional bandage in random places.
Wendy had a bed sheet covering her legs up to only the knees, but she was uncovered above this, her clean shaven vagina on full display in a way that only a Slaanesh worshipping woman would do in a place like this.
Wounded men all around the room were looking at the naked Wendy with obvious attraction, and one heavily wounded man in the bed next to her was making small talk with her, obviously wishing to try his luck hitting on her and nervously building up to it.
Wendy looked bored here in hospital and had her arms raised up and hands resting behind her head provocatively as she sat naked in bed, the insanely beautiful sexy woman positively dripping with sex appeal.
Wendy noticed Luke approaching and smiled warmly, pulling a hand from behind her head and waving to him fondly in greeting. Luke returned the smile and walked right up to her bed in his terminator armour.
The man who had been chatting up Wendy recognised Luke instantly, as did all the other common maggots, and all mewled respectful praise at him like frightened sycophants.
"Little sister!", Luke exclaimed fondly to Wendy with great warmth, kneeling down beside her bed to talk to her at her level.
"Hello big brother.", Wendy replied equally fondly, hugging him gingerly, careful not to put pressure on her bandaged breasts.
"How are your battlefield injuries?", Luke asked warmly.
"Exquisitely painful, the surgery without anaesthetics was orgasmic agony. But recovery is boring, the pain is growing dull.", Wendy said jadedly, her beautiful face looking completely debauched and depraved like a Slaanesh Champion should.
Luke lifted away her sheet to reveal one of her feet in a plaster cast, her other foot bare and undamaged.
"I stepped on a land mine, I'm lucky to still have a foot left at all. The shrapnel and explosion broke almost every bone in my foot, my foot is full of biodegradable bone pins and needs to hold still to heal.", Wendy said unhappily, sounding bored.
"You mere mortals take so long to heal, I would have healed such damage in hours at most.", Luke chuckled.
"I wouldn't be pretty if I had gene seed organs.", Wendy quipped back charmingly.
"Probably not.", Luke chuckled.
"Luke I'm bored.", Wendy changed the subject unhappily.
"Well perhaps I can help you with that?", Luke said huskily.
Luke mischievously reached for Wendy's bare stomach and squeezed her middle playfully.
Wendy squealed with ticklish laughter but didn't even move, resting both hands behind her head and letting herself be tickled without resistance.
"Big brother tickles feel nice.", Wendy giggled jadedly, her body language intensely provocative.
"I'm always happy to tickle my little sister.", Luke replied naughtily and kept tickling the giggling seductress.
Wendy closed her eyes in contented relaxation as Luke continued tickling her body to sustained laughter, her whole body relaxing as she enjoyed the tickle.
Luke chuckled huskily as he explored her ticklish naked body, the tactile sensors of his terminator armour feeding the sense of touch directly into his nervous system through the plugs in his black carapace. It was like touching Wendy with his bare hands, feeling her delicious softness and warmth.
"Octavia and I still owe you your fun revenge on us, don't we?", Wendy reminded Luke provocatively.
"Indeed you do.", Luke huskily agreed hungrily.
"I guess that could be a fun way to rescue me from my boredom.", Wendy mused naughtily.
Luke lifted his naked sister out of her hospital bed without even thinking about it, cradling her highly fuckable body in one arm as the other kept tickling her belly.
Wendy sprawled out in his arms like an absolute whore, provocative in the extreme, and Luke carried her away to the worried look of the man who had been trying to chat her up.
"If you are going to put it up my ass at least use lubricant!", Wendy was soon squealing inside one of the many supply crate filled deserted ice chambers of the logistics depo part of the base.
Luke chuckled huskily and tickled her sides as he went up her ass hungrily, making Wendy laugh and squeal.
"If you were a woman then I would be cumming so hard from this anal sex.", Wendy said disappointedly.
"Still a lesbian?", Luke asked.
"Still a lesbian.", Wendy agreed.
"Then why do you want to do this at all?", Luke asked his anally impaled little sister seriously.
"Even if I was straight I wouldn't exactly be fountaining wet from incest sex with my own brother. It's not about the sex at all, it's just about being close to you big brother.", Wendy said fondly, her jaded debauched face softened to look very tender.
"You agree to anal to be close to me?", Luke asked in slight surprise.
"Yeah, to be close to you. The further I go down the path of Slaanesh worship the harder it gets to feel anything genuine without sex, when I feel you inside me I feel close to you, I like feeling close to you.", Wendy said tenderly.
"I'm attracted to you, I enjoy fucking you. But I also like feeling close to you. We have always had a special bond as siblings.", Luke replied fondly, slightly slowing down in fucking her back end across a supply crate.
"It's… It's because of our son, our lost son… I can't get him back, but I imagine that if I get you inside me enough times he might get born a second time… I… I know that sounds crazy…", Wendy hesitantly admitted, blinking tears.
Luke pulled out of his sister immediately and cuddled her instead as she softly cried in his arms, lovingly kissing her hair.
"I want to get him back, I need to get him back. For a mother to lose a child is unendurable, I have this huge void inside me that nothing but my baby can fill.", Wendy softly admitted to Luke.
"How?, Even TigerLily can't find him.", Luke said softly.
"Oh so NOW you tink of your vife Masse'ter!", TigerLily's disembodied psychic voice interrupted angrily at this moment.
"Not now Cum Dumpster.", Luke said softly.
"Not now not now NEVER now Masse'ter!", TigerLily continued to rage.
"We are having a serious conversation at the moment Cum Dumpster.", Luke said patiently.
"Do you ever tink dat *I* might vant a serious conne'versation Masse'ter!?", TigerLily raged jealously.
"About what?, You already know the future.", Luke pointed out incredulously.
"I don't talk to LEARN Masse'ter, I talk to FEEL CLOSE TO YOU!", TigerLily screamed in a rage.
"It's a female thing Luke.", Wendy explained.
"You cheat an you cheat an you cheat. An vith your own SISSE'TER no less!, No time for TigerLily!, You fuck me an ten you forget me!", TigerLily continued to rant angrily with jealous fury.
"I should probably go…", Wendy said awkwardly.
"Another time and we will continue this then Wendy.", Luke reluctantly agreed, TigerLily screeching at the words.
The naked Wendy limped back to her hospital room on her foot cast, and Luke had the chivalry to lift her up in his arms and carry her back to her bed.
Wendy sighed in boredom and put her hands behind her head again, apparently not even having a vox phone to play with to pass the time. Wendy unenthusiastically spread her legs and masturbated as Luke took his leave, the men in the room with her showing feverish interest in the intoxicatingly sexy masturbating naked woman.
Luke was extremely dour as he returned to the headquarters in his terminator armour, tuning out TigerLily as white noise as she continued to angrily rant and rave.
"I'm home vith ta kiddies as you cheat cheat cheat!", TigerLily was currently ranting.
"No don't juss igge'nor me Masse'ter!, I have had enough!", TigerLily screamed piercingly in his mind.
"Come down here and talk to me face to face about this and I will listen.", Luke sternly conceded.
"I vill come down dare an kick your ass Masse'ter!", TigerLily raged angrily.
Luke ignored this remark and resumed his duties, feeling completely suffocated by his jealous wife at the moment.
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