Chapter 72H
Octavia hummed happily to herself as she and Fhimra and Mistress Lash and Chaquille helped with the emergency repairs of the Nightmare Asylum after the latest space battle. By Blessed Slaanesh those thermonuclear plasma torpedoes made a BIG mess!
Octavia was too stupid to really be sure of recent combat events, knowing only that it had been very long, the ship had been hit by at least one torpedo, and the ship had been shaken up badly like it usually was when hit in battle.
Owner Wendy was down on the planet along with most of the fighting age men, and the senior officers of the Nightmare Asylum had forcibly conscripted millions of civilian women and privately owned slaves on the ship to help plug the manpower gap, including everyone in the household except for the old and weak Fetter.
The Nightmare Asylum was bustling with beautiful slave girls pulled from private harems and dungeons and homes, these women wearing loose chains and being whipped by overseers to force them to work. It was all very interesting.
Octavia was wearing a fetish play slutty mechanic girl costume, with work boots and gloves, her long curly hair tied back out of the way in a long ponytail. She had chains on her wrists and ankles, long chained enough to let her work but making escape extremely difficult. Fhimra was dressed the same, also chained, and Chaquille was wearing ass-less chaps and cowboy boots and one of his iconic jock straps, his chest completely bare. (He also wore chains on his wrists and ankles and a pair of work gloves).
Mistress Lash was spared any chains due to her status as a free woman (not to mention a Cartel girlfriend), and she wore an old faded kimono that she didn't mind getting dirty, her usually elaborate hair set in a simple ponytail and her face makeup free apart from some hastily applied lipstick. She also wore work boots and work gloves.
Octavia's little group was amongst a seething crowd of other conscripted workers, currently inside some part of the huge side of the ship that appeared to contain space aircraft, an immense series of launch bays and the aircraft storage area behind these launch bays. A huge torpedo had hit and destroyed a LOT of stuff, the entire walls and floors and ceilings ripped apart and mangled.
Emergency shutter doors and small void shields and plasma windows had been used to close this section from the space outside the ship so that everyone could breathe, and a vast multitude could be seen through the huge gashes in the walls and floors and ceiling, all working hard to repair this damage.
Octavia moaned as a whip bit into the fabric of her costume overalls, and an overseer screamed at her to work faster.
Octavia smiled happily at this wonderful pleasure and she redoubled her efforts to lift distressingly heavy metal plates from a cart to the nearest huge hole in the floor of the vast fire blackened aircraft storage area, where more skilled and intelligent people were doing the more complicated job of actually fixing the damage.
The aircraft storage area was vast and was only one floor of many above and below that also stored aircraft, the huge room was completely annihilated, stored aircraft and equipment blown to smithereens. The floor was so badly ripped all over that they couldn't even reach much of the room without first repairing the floor, and the overseers were very adamant that the floor be repaired as soon as possible, making them cranky and quick to use the whip.
Fhimra cried out in pain from the whip as well, struggling to lift the heavy metal plates by herself, and Chaquille yelped effeminately as he was whipped too, followed by Chaquille making homosexual suggestions to the overseer with the whip, (which resulted in even angrier whipping).
"Watch it!, I'm a Cartel girlfriend!", Mistress Lash snapped as she was also whipped, and the overseer fearfully apologised to *her*.
Cries of pain and whip cracks filled the entire room as conscripted slaves were brutally whipped to work faster, most of the slaves young women from Stōørølø and dressed only in rags if they weren't completely naked. The Stōørølø slave girls didn't look exactly thrilled to be whipped and screamed at while doing hard slave labor.
Octavia was completely fine with her own pain and abuse, smiling and humming to herself as she worked very very hard under constant punishment from the whip. The time passed quickly for Octavia, the floor rapidly being patched with new metal plates.
The work briefly stopped as the slaves were given a break to toilet in buckets and to eat and drink, and overseers handed Octavia a plastic bowl filled with cheap Stōørølø grain gruel and a plastic spoon, as well as a large plastic cup of water.
Octavia was very thirsty and she drank the water instantly and asked for even more water, which was poured into her cup from a huge plastic bottle without comment. Octavia drank a few more cups until she wasn't thirsty anymore, then she looked at her slave gruel curiously.
The gruel was thick and cold, and looked like it was made by boiling whatever random mixed grains the kitchen had on hand. It looked like mostly cheap corn mixed with a tiny amount of other cheap grains.
Octavia tasted the gruel experimentally and then squealed with joy, tasting yummy rich carbs that she wasn't normally allowed to have on her stupid strict tickle slave diet!
Octavia ate her gruel in a frenzy and eagerly asked for more, but she was whipped for asking for more food and offered more water instead, which she reluctantly drank.
Octavia had a huge energy rush after her carb rich gruel, her half starved mostly low calorie salad fuelled metabolism producing a true surplus of energy from this real food for a change. Octavia went back to work with almost hyperactive energy, having no trouble working fast for a while.
Without warning Octavia's energy levels disappeared and she became slow and slightly cranky, lacking the slow release of salad energy that usually sustained her for longer periods.
Octavia was comprehensively whipped and shouted at when she slowed down, and she moaned from this pleasure but she was unable to muster much energy, continually sitting down and trying to sleep only to be whipped again.
Octavia was very relieved at her next food break, and this time she had sex with an overseer in exchange for extra food, greedily gobbling down bowls of yummy gruel until she was completely full.
Octavia had lots of energy again now and she once again was almost hyperactive with her carbohydrate rush for a while before suddenly crashing to no energy again.
The rest of the extremely long day followed this pattern for Octavia, and the huge army of workers made noticeable progress patching up the damage with these temporary emergency repairs.
Octavia expected to go home now but she was simply given the freshly repaired hard metal floor to sleep on with all the other slaves, a new shift of slaves and conscripted free people continuing the work even as Octavia's shift rested.
Mistress Lash wasn't a slave so she was given the privilege of a folding canvas military cot bed to sleep on with the other conscripted free people, even being given extremely cheap looking mass produced slightly damaged bedding that looked like old military surplus. Mistress Lash took this with good grace, accepting the same treatment as the other free people conscripts.
Octavia stripped naked to sleep as well as she could, (the clothes ending up over the long chains through the arm holes and leg holes that made it impossible to free the clothes from the chains,) but she was very uncomfortable on the floor. Fortunately Octavia had a submissive fiancée who was much softer than the floor. Octavia dominantly told her submissive to be her mattress and Fhimra submissively agreed, laying down fully clothed on the hard metal floor on her back and allowing the naked Octavia to curl up in a sideways ball on top of her legs and stomach, using Fhimra's J cup breasts as a pillow for her head.
Fhimra grunted uncomfortably under Octavia but didn't refuse her Dominatrix's right to do this, and Octavia shifted to get as comfortable as possible as Fhimra grunted and groaned in pain and discomfort.
Octavia sighed contentedly as she lay on top of her sub like this, and she absentmindedly began to tickle Fhimra under her, generating squealing laughter until the pair were loudly hushed by everyone else trying to sleep.
"We can play later when we return home Mistress Octavia.", Fhimra softly promised the disappointed Octavia.
Octavia nodded unhappily and relaxed her weight fully, making Fhimra groan in pain.
***…
Elsewhere on the ship Mistress Agony Lee the fiancée of Night Lord Samual Sevenson was indignantly refusing a conscription summons of her own, angrily pointing to the ring on her finger and informing the ship's arms men squad conscripting her that she was engaged to marry a Sevenson Night Lord!
"My Samual will skin you all alive when he gets back from the planet!", Agony threatened the men angrily.
The arms men exchanged glances at this before their sergeant said "they all say that".
Agony angrily pulled out her expensive vox phone from the low cleavage of her black latex Dominatrix outfit and pushed buttons to bring up her photos on the screen.
Agony triumphantly pointed the screen at them, scrolling through her sex photos of her straddling Samual's huge cock naked in the cowgirl position, Samual's huge size and black carapace unmistakably identifying him as a Night Lord.
The arms men got very indecisive at this photographic evidence.
"Here's a vid of us.", Agony said, playing a short sex vid of her getting fucked by Samual in doggie style.
"You have been conscripted nevertheless Miss Lee.", the sergeant of the arms men said hesitantly.
"The next time my fiancé is balls deep in me I will tell him that you bothered me. He will mutilate you and crucify you all alive!", Agony intimidated the annoying soldiers.
"Shall I vox him right now?", Agony added when the men didn't leave immediately.
Agony voxed Samual on loudspeaker mode when they still hesitated in leaving.
"By Blessed Slaanesh Agony!, I am in combat storming a trench right now!", Samual's unmistakable deep chaos space marine voice snarled crossly.
"Babe some arms men are trying to conscript me to work like a slave!, Will you skin them for me?", Agony quickly explained.
"What?!", Samual roared savagely.
"Skin these men alive Babe!", Agony demanded.
The arms men shrank back in horror at these words.
"There is no need to skin us Mr Sevenson Sir, we will take your fiancée's name off the conscription list right now!", the sergeant of the arms men exclaimed in a panic.
The men fled away from Agony without conscripting her and she smiled smugly.
"I'm in combat.", Samual snarled simply and hung up with a blink click of his power armour helmet Retina display.
Agony happily put her vox back in her cleavage and left her front door that she had answered for the summons, closing the door and going back inside her crappy apartment to continue her paid session with a paying client.
Agony entered her makeshift low budget dungeon that doubled as her personal bedroom, finding the essential crewman Mr Abernathy still bound down with nylon ropes to her cheap plastic dining table that doubled as a bondage rack.
Mr Abernathy was a trained machinist who specialised in operating the specialist lathing machines used in the making of gun barrels for large caliber auto cannons, specifically the auto cannon barrels used by the hundreds for the anti-aircraft point defence Gatling gun turrets all over the Nightmare Asylum. Mr Abernathy had a highly valuable trade skill that was vital for the maintenance of the ship's air defences, so that made him an essential worker who was immune to being conscripted to any other role.
While everyone else was either getting conscripted into the army or conscripted into the crew, Mr Abernathy didn't even have his work hours affected, enjoying his safe job for life lathing replacement barrels for anti-aircraft auto cannons at a sedentary pace. The rest of the general lower class population had resentful envy for the essential workers like Mr Abernathy, and Mistress Agony was VERY pleased to beat his ass as a result.
Agony picked up a riding crop and continued to punish Mr Abernathy in the paid session.
A knock at the door interrupted the session yet again!
"Oh by Undivided what is it THIS time!", Agony snapped and angrily went to the door.
She opened the door to see a man dressed in a midnight blue crew uniform, an able rating by the look of his uniform.
"Yes?", Agony asked impatiently, rearranging her black latex commissar style fetish hat on her head.
"Can I hire you?", the unknown man asked eagerly.
"I'm in the middle of a paid session right now and I'm fully booked until 3pm this afternoon. You can book me for an hour at 3pm.", Agony said thinking about her schedule from memory alone.
"I'm going back on duty before then.", The man informed her unhappily.
"Tomorrow I have a gap at 10 AM, a client dropped out.", Agony suggested.
"I am horny right now, I will just try to find someone else.", the man said.
Agony sighed as she closed the door on this time waster and she quickly returned to Mr Abernathy.
Barely five minutes later she heard a frantic banging on the door!
Agony was ready to strangle someone as she stormed to the front door and hurled it open. On the other side of the door was her fellow apprentice Mistress Torture, the black latex clad Domme looking in a panic?
"Help!, Hide me!, Arms men are trying to conscript me to work like a slave!", Mistress Torture exclaimed in a panic.
Mistress Agony quickly let her inside and led her into the dungeon containing Mr Abernathy, who looked up at this new arrival hopefully.
"Help me beat this pig.", Agony told Torture with a sadistic smile.
Mistress Torture was very happy to oblige, borrowing a whip and helping to punish Mr Abernathy for a while.
The door knocked frantically again and again, and the three geisha fellow apprentices Mistress Thorn, Mistress Whiplash and Mistress Evil arrived one by one, all begging for sanctuary from conscription. They all knew that Mistress Agony was untouchable as a Night Lord fiancée and they had independently figured that her apartment was a good place to hide.
Mr Abernathy looked a bit overwhelmed with five Dommes now to contend with all at once, and Mistress Torture put on a latex glove and assertively put a finger up his bum to milk his prostate, making him groan in pleasure and ejaculate all over his belly and chest.
The thoroughly punished and dominated man thanked them all at the end and tipped very generously for getting five Lee Dommes at once, and Mistress Agony quickly peed and drank water as she waited for the next client to arrive.
"Is Mistress Blade coming too?", Agony asked her fellow apprentices curiously.
"She heard that Fhimra got conscripted and volunteered to join up to chase after that stripy J cup.", Mistress Thorn chuckled with a sigh.
"She has J cup fever, I know that Fhimra is fucking gorgeous but Blade is taking this pursuit a bit too far.", Agony said shaking her head with a sigh.
"So gorgeous and a super fun submissive to play with, I understand the appeal, Fhimra is a delightful sub.", Mistress Whiplash chuckled hungrily.
"Fhimra is a great root, don't get me wrong. I always love having sex with her. I'm just not sure that she's worth getting conscripted to slave labor over.", Mistress Agony laughed.
"The highlight of going over to Lash's new place for me is getting to play with Fhimra and Octavia.", Mistress Evil the geisha said naughtily.
"Octavia's fucking stupid though…"
"She's still fun to fuck and tickle…"
"Oh she's definitely fun alright, the hottest root around, but she's not going to be saying anything intelligent when you just want to snuggle and talk. She's not girlfriend material just sex slave material.", Mistress Agony laughed.
"Fhimra on the other hand is scary smart, definite wife tier sub.", Mistress Whiplash insisted.
"She is definitely a great sub and a lot of fun.", Mistress Agony conceded.
"Still not worth getting conscripted for. Why are they even conscripting so many people this time?", Mistress Torture asked.
"Because we are blockaded by like 4 or 5 pocket battleships and if we don't repair everything super fast we might get killed?", Mistress Thorn suggested with an eyebrow raised incredulously at the question.
"But they didn't conscript us during the pirate attacks around Autoclave.", Mistress Torture pointed out.
"They conscripted tons of people, we just got out of there and went down to the planet before they had a chance to conscript us. This time we are here onboard.", Mistress Thorn pointed out.
"Conscripting the slaves is fair enough, hard unpleasant labor is what slaves are for. But they shouldn't be conscripting so many free people.", Mistress Torture grumbled.
"The admirals are desperate enough to conscript anyone so long as it gets the ship repaired before the next battle, our situation is very dangerous.", Mistress Thorn insisted.
"Then why are you avoiding conscription?", Mistress Torture asked Mistress Thorn.
"Just because I understand WHY people need to be conscripted doesn't mean I want to be one of them!", Mistress Thorn laughed.
"I'm sure they will find enough other people without us.", Mistress Agony opined.
The other apprentices nodded, all blissfully unaware of how terribly selfish they were being right now.
***…
Mistress Blade Lee felt a strange sense of pride as she did her duty and answered the conscription willingly, having now seen firsthand how much damage the torpedoes had done Mistress Blade fully understood why so many people were needed for repairs.
Mistress Blade was working alongside Fhimra, having requested to join her section in return for volunteering without a fuss, and currently she was helping Fhimra carry heavy metal plates chivalrously, smiling at Fhimra warmly.
Fhimra was as adorable as ever, her cute 19 year old face adorably cute but her huge breasts transforming this extreme cuteness into potent sex appeal. Her stripy face held deep intelligence but not a hint of arrogance, this girl was humble and submissive with a beautiful attitude.
Fhimra was blushing shyly and looking adorably bashful under Mistress Blade's attention, she knew that Blade desired her and her shyness was wonderfully cute in a way that perfectly matched her highly submissive sort of femininity.
Blade kissed Fhimra on the lips just to make her blush even more, grinning at Fhimra's adorable expression as she blushed pinkly on her whitest face stripes.
A whip then bit Blade's back and she turned around in a rage to confront the culprit, seeing a huge male overseer with an angry expression.
"Stop distracting that slave girl and work faster!", the overseer bellowed at her horribly.
Blade angrily worked faster, lifting distressingly heavy metal structural components from a cart over to a group of metal workers with welders and other tools.
The heavy workload continued, holes and splits and cracks in the floor rapidly being patched over crudely with welded steel plates. Workers on ladders on the floor below were hastily welding new girders in place below the floor as needed to crudely stabilise everything, the entire floor of the aircraft storage area was so lumpy with crude uneven metal patches welded over holes that it would be an extremely bumpy ride for the tyres of any aircraft. This was a rushed job and it wasn't pretty.
Blade understood why the repairs were being rushed so feverishly like this, it was because they were still technically in a live space battle against enemy ships. The ONLY thing stopping the enemy from firing on the Nightmare Asylum right now was the fact that it was in extremely low orbit of the planet, just grazing the thinnest part of the upper atmosphere. If any chunks were blown off the Nightmare Asylum in this low orbit the thin upper atmosphere would cause drag on the debris, slowing them down to fall on the planet below.
The Nightmare Asylum was currently using it's engines very gently to fight against the gentle drag of the upper atmosphere, but if a shot took out the engines then the 20 kilometre long chunk of common steel cosplaying as the old Night Lord Gloriana Battleship "Nightfall" would become the equivalent of a dinosaur killing meteor, crashing down to the surface with apocalyptic destruction. Millions of locals down on the surface would die as the planet spanning ice sheet rippled like a struck drum skin from the impact, ice quakes would collapse buried ice cities across the globe, it would be apocalypse.
The MOMENT that the enemy could safely fire on the Nightmare Asylum and its accompanying fleet without risking apocalypse at home, they would resume firing torpedoes. The Nightmare Asylum HAD to be fully ready to fight before that happened!
Blade redoubled her speed at this sobering thought, even a bumpy patched aircraft holding area could be of great use for repairing and resupplying combat aircraft in coming battles, it didn't need to be pretty it just had to work.
Multitudes of conscripted slaves and free alike were all around Blade in this huge space, moving and welding metal with extreme haste. The floor was quickly being patched up with innumerable small square steel plates, others were patching walls as people on ladders welded huge girders under gaps in the ceiling, workers on the level above patching these gaps with steel floor plates of their own.
Blade worked for hours with Fhimra and Octavia and Lash, (with Chaquille gradually drifting away to join a group of handsome gay men working nearby). Fhimra looked so cute in her bright pink slutty mechanic costume, her pink overalls barely covering enough of her chest to be functional, her matching pink top little more than low cleavage with an extremely high midriff that showed off the sides of her stripy tummy. She was wearing an extremely lacy sexy pink lingerie bra under her top that was just visible around the edges of her cleavage, her arms bare from the lack of sleeves on her costume top.
Blade hungrily stayed close to Fhimra, briefly tickling her exposed sides from behind whenever she found the opportunity without being beaten by overseers. Fhimra giggled and laughed and squealed from this mischievous attention, and Blade huskily kept bothering her, Fhimra's body language sexually flustered and highly sexually receptive to Blade.
Octavia also stayed close to Fhimra and tickled her regularly, Fhimra caught between the attention of both women and looking like she loved this fact. Lash focused on her work, only very occasionally tickling or touching Octavia and Fhimra without warning, the two tickle slaves squealing every time Lash unexpectedly pounced on them during lulls in the work.
Time passed, with several brief breaks for food and water and toileting, Blade got sore and tired as it dragged on for endless hours of hard labor. The repairs were going fast but there was much to repair.
Eventually Blade was exhausted as was everyone else, but the work cruelly continued to near the end of her strength. She was almost dead on her feet when the work stopped for a sleep period.
Blade was given a folding cot bed for the night and she immediately went and found Fhimra kissing Octavia heavily on the floor without a bed for either slave. Blade twisted Fhimra's ear painfully and pulled her hissing in pain to her feet away from Octavia, forcing Fhimra to walk by tugging her twisted ear all the way to Blade's cot.
Fhimra was as submissive as always and she didn't resist or complain as Blade dominantly stripped her naked, Blade herself still wearing her black latex Dominatrix fetish wear that she had been wearing all day. Fhimra stood submissively in the nude with her hands on her head in front of Mistress Blade, and Blade wrinkled her nose at a smell.
Fhimra stank of unwashed armpit odour, her entire stripy body sheened with unwashed dried sweat oils. She hadn't bathed in at least two days nor worn any fresh deodorant, obviously forced to sweat profusely from her hard labor and unable to wash. Her hair was oily and untidy from dry sweat and little grooming, she didn't look like her usual highly presentable cleanliness and fastidious grooming.
"I'm sorry about my smell Ma'am, the overseers won't let any of us bathe, not even the free conscripts.", Fhimra apologised self consciously.
Mistress Blade put her nose to Fhimra's armpits one at a time and erotically sniffed her strong aroma, intense rank body odour assaulting her olfactory senses.
"I guess I had better give you a tongue bath then.", Blade told Fhimra naughtily.
Blade erotically licked Fhimra's right armpit, making her giggle ticklishly. She tasted intense sharp body odour sweat that was painfully strong in taste, but she forced herself to keep licking as Fhimra giggled and squealed very ticklishly.
Blade quickly gave both pits a good lick all over, her breath now reeking of body odour. Blade used a cup of water to swish her mouth and swallow, over and over until her mouth stopped smelling of armpits. Fhimra still smelled but less so after her underarm tongue bath, and Mistress Blade began licking her face and neck erotically, gradually licking much of the giggling Fhimra's very ticklish body.
Octavia eagerly came over to help at this point, licking Fhimra's lower body as Blade focused on the upper body, Fhimra giggling and laughing from their tongues. Fhimra and Blade together licked Octavia's smelly armpits next, making so much laughter that they were told to stop.
Mistress Blade instead stripped naked herself and let the two slave girls give her a full body tongue bath, laying down in her cot with her legs spread as the two tickle slaves kneeled down on each side of the cot and together licked Blade's wet vagina as she softly groaned in bliss.
Blade was a natural dominatrix and was sexually attracted to submissive slaves submissively giving her oral, she gripped their grimy hair dominantly and directed them in sensually licking her out. It was a very wet and moist experience, with soft little submissive female tongues wiggling around inside her.
Blade bit back her moans as she came multiple times, ignoring all the onlookers watching her in this crowded sleeping area. The tickle slaves were very dutiful at giving oral to their dominant betters and Blade squirted on their faces many times as they ate her out.
The two slave girls licked the squirt off each other's sweaty faces when Blade had had her fill of orgasms, and Blade pulled both girls by the hair and made them lay together on top of her in the tiny one person cot.
The girls didn't fit, Octavia clumsily sliding down the edge onto her bottom on the floor, and Blade scooted over and made just enough room for the naked Fhimra, spooning her from behind so that her huge space consuming J cups could hang over the side of the cot.
Octavia climbed back up onto the low cot and tried to lay on top of both of them, but Blade got uncomfortable and ordered Octavia to sleep on the floor.
"But I want to sleep with Fhimra.", Octavia pouted in a whiny voice.
Blade slapped Octavia's face in punishment for whining and dominantly commanded her to sleep on the cold hard floor by herself for the night, threatening her with punishment if she answered back or disobeyed.
Octavia was a giant small child in a 19 year old woman's body but she was also highly sexually submissive to Dominatrices giving her orders, she was unhappy and pouty but she glumly obeyed, shivering naked on the floor with a tragic expression on her face.
Mistress Blade dominantly played with Fhimra's huge breasts from behind as she spooned her in the tight narrow cot, and Fhimra submissively lay still, breathing hard with sexual excitement as Blade dominantly touched her body in such intimate places.
Blade was gloriously comfortable as she sleepily reached down to stroke Fhimra's vulva, her fingertips met with a slimy wet mess on Fhimra's folds.
Fhimra's body got hotter and more sweaty as Mistress Blade rubbed her soaking wet folds, Fhimra's breathing increasing and her mouth gasping and groaning softly. Mistress Blade sleepily gave Fhimra permission to cum freely and soon her fingers were drenched with pungent dripping squirt.
Mistress Blade put her pussy soiled fingers in Fhimra's mouth to clean them and Fhimra submissively sucked down her own juices until Blade's fingers were completely clean.
The pair of them drifted off to sleep as Octavia twitched in her sleep on the hard floor and drooled slightly, Octavia so tired that not even a cold hard metal floor could stop her from falling asleep. Blade felt wonderful getting to sleep with her submissive girlfriend Fhimra like this, she slept like the dead for the entire sleep period until the overseers woke her up.
***…
As the Nightmare Asylum was feverishly repairing itself in low orbit, Wendy was laying naked in her hospital bed beside a passed out blonde naked French female slave nurse, with privacy curtains set up around her bed for the sake of the shy French nurse.
Wendy was so bored with her hospital stay, reduced to seducing shy reluctant bisexual nurses to have extremely unadventurous vanilla lesbian sex just to rescue Wendy from her boredom. She had already forgotten the woman's name, she had been so boring that Wendy almost wanted to cry.
The French slave nurse stirred in her sleep, smiling at Wendy and greeting her fondly in French with a Vem Omicron accent.
"As-tu dormi?", the French woman said fondly in French.
Wendy shook her head and traced a finger over the nurse's C cup sized bare pale breast, circling slowly around her pink nipple.
"Mes seins ne sont pas aussi gros que les tiens.", the nurse chuckled, tracing a finger of her own very softly around the base of Wendy's breast bandages naughtily.
Wendy leaned over and kissed the woman, putting a hand on the woman's vaginal folds as she did so.
"Tu es une femme si audacieuse!", the nurse giggled at her vagina being touched, and Wendy stroked a fingertip across the skin hood of her clitoris.
"Tu me donnes trop de plaisir!", the French nurse squealed and Wendy slid a finger inside her.
"Je vais manger ton vagin.", the naked blonde French woman said naughtily and scooted down the bed, crawling down between Wendy's legs and kissing her bare vulva.
"Vous êtes tellement humide!, Je pourrais me noyer.", the French nurse chuckled naughtily, and Wendy stretched her own legs up so that her ankles were resting to either side of her head to make it easier for the woman.
"Tellement flexible!", the naked French woman gasped, impressed.
Wendy moaned softly as she was nibbled and licked and sucked very gently, the sex was pleasant but so mild and gentle that it was only pleasant, not anything more pleasurable than pleasant.
Wendy almost fell asleep as she was sexually pampered, and she very calmly and sleepily squirted on the woman's face with a small spray.
"Tu m'as giclé au visage!"
Wendy chuckled and the woman crawled up the bed to kiss Wendy romantically, Wendy fingering the woman without thinking about it until she was moaning in climax in French.
"Je pourrais rester ici toute la journée, belle femme, mais je dois bientôt aller travailler.", the French slave nurse said fondly, kissing Wendy.
"J'aurai froid au lit sans toi.", Wendy said slowly and awkwardly in French, trying to be charming but not being a very confident French speaker.
"Je reviendrai plus tard pour me blottir contre toi.", the nurse said sweetly and kissed Wendy fondly, sitting up and putting her underwear and nurse uniform back on.
Wendy wrestled her back down on the bed intimately, making the French blonde giggle and playfully protest, and Wendy put her hand down the panties of the giggling nurse.
The nurse was obviously into Wendy and she allowed herself to be fingered to one more orgasm, panting for breath at the end and fondly speaking French to Wendy, stroking a hand over Wendy's face intimately with a warm smile.
Wendy pounced on her again and the giggling nurse crawled out from under her and finished getting dressed, wagging a finger at Wendy playfully.
Wendy naturally tried to playfully undress the nurse again but she kissed Wendy on the lips once and then slipped away wagging a finger, exiting out of the privacy curtain to get back to work.
Wendy was bored and horny, and after a pause she got out of bed hoping to seduce another nurse, awkwardly walking naked on her foot cast going out beyond the privacy curtain to find male patients unsubtly beating off under their blankets from hearing the earlier lesbian sex.
The nurse from bed immediately went to Wendy and asked her (in French) what she was doing out of bed. Wendy whispered in her ear that she was still horny.
The nurse giggled and whispered erotic French in Wendy's ear but insisted that she wait until the nurse's next break, pointing back at the bed for Wendy to return.
Wendy said that she needed the toilet and excused herself, then as soon as she was out of the nurse's sight she walked out of the hospital and went exploring for something to entertain herself with.
Wendy walked through dark ice tunnels, passing huge ice chambers filled with military supplies and parked vehicles. It was bitterly cold but Wendy easily kept warm with supernaturally fast shivering, keeping comfortable despite being completely naked apart from some bandages.
Wendy encountered occasional common human soldiers standing guard, but they all recognised Wendy's distinctive appearance instantly and let her go past with respectful salutes to her.
Wendy then encountered a Sevenson Night Lord standing guard at a grand doorway, and he took one look at Wendy and kneeled before her in submission, ushering her inside with a gesture.
Wendy entered the headquarters proper, finding officers and adjutants standing around tables covered in military maps, with entire squadrons of signal corpsmen and military clerks receiving and recording information. The headquarters contained many large rooms filled with people and activity, with all the busyness one would expect of a military high command during a major military push on multiple fronts.
Wendy was an administrator herself and she felt at home here among so much military bureaucracy, the desks and cogitators and massive clerical staffs and reams of paperwork, it was all Wendy's working world.
Wendy in particular was good at the administrative bureaucracy of supply management and logistics, she was a glorified quartermaster who had authority over much of the supply administration of the Sevenson Empire, who was also expected to swoop in to solve any other administrative or diplomatic problem that irritated her mother the Matriarch, (which happened often).
Wendy naturally gravitated towards the quartermaster command section of the headquarters, finding extremely busy people organising all sorts of supply deliveries to the entire theatre, led by a middle aged adjutant general who was quite portly from his desk job and a few too many grand dinners over the past months, his midnight blue winter uniform with heraldry of a servant of the Night Lords barely fitting his somewhat fat body.
The adjutant general looked up at Wendy curiously, slightly alarmed to see the naked Sevenson woman with a cast on her foot and covered in bandages.
"Champion Wendy?, Are you well?, Can I help you?", the plump adjutant general rapidly asked, sounding stressed.
"I'm wounded in combat and staying in the hospital, I'm just going for a walk general.", Wendy reassured happily.
The general paused in what he was doing and reached to open a glass drinks cabinet behind him, offering Wendy a drink.
Wendy happily accepted, being given a glass of surprisingly strong spirits, and she drank happily making small talk, receiving a few too many refills until she was feeling slightly south of sober.
Wendy inelegantly took the entire bottle and swigged straight from the bottle, giggling drunkenly and getting dizzy.
Wendy bid the adjutant general farewell and swayed out unsteadily, still holding the bottle she had commandeered, and she took more swigs as she randomly explored the base, the entire floor swimming around her as she got more and more sozzled.
Wendy turned a corner and found a passage leading to the central command room, the doorway at the end of the passage guarded by a pair of Tzeentch lesser daemons - pink horrors of Tzeentch - holding signs on long poles.
Wendy drunkenly staggered down the passage towards the two ever mutating fucked up pink Tzeentch daemons, and they held up clawed hands to gesture for her to stop.
The two horrors made a wet croaking noise and pointed to the signs they held.
Wendy read the two identical signs aloud: "No sluts allowed, by order of TigerLily".
"But TigerLily is a slut too.", Wendy pointed out with a giggle.
The horrors turned the signs around to show the back which read: "No slutS plural, it's okay to have just one".
Wendy giggled drunkenly at this message and staggered to lean against the icy wall of the passage.
Luke then poked his head out the doorway, having heard Wendy, and Wendy drunkenly waved to him with a happy giggle, swigging from her bottle again.
Luke booted the pink horrors out of the way with the armoured feet of his terminator armour and walked out to cradle the drunken Wendy inside, as she swigged alcohol and laughed drunkenly.
Inside was the core command chamber that had the highest level military command of all Sevenson Empire forces on the planet, swarming with human general staff officers and adjutants and colonels and majors and chaos space marine officers and other high ranking people. A huge holographic display image in the middle of the room showed the entire planet with all known ship positions in orbit and all known troop positions of both sides on the planet's surface. It was a magnificent sight, the room full of desks and tables and charts and cogitators and other equipment and furniture.
In the middle of the room next to the holographic display stood the huge TigerLily wearing a full body blue burqa that showed off her mouth watering sexy figure but hid her madness inducing appearance, her entire face veiled so that Wendy couldn't even see her eyes. She looked like someone had squeezed a hugely busty porn star with wings into highly conservative Islamic women's clothes, the burqa even covering her wings. Women as sexy and erotic as TigerLily had no business being covered up like this, it was wrong to hide away her sexiness.
"Fel'lattery vill get you nowhere Wene'dy.", TigerLily said grumpily in her flat Persian accent, responding to Wendy's thoughts about how sexy she was.
Luke carried Wendy all the way inside and deposited his drunken naked sister on an empty metal chair as she swigged yet more alcohol with Slaaneshi excess, enjoying the pleasure of being completely and utterly drunk.
Luke returned to his command desk, being the supreme commander of all Sevenson Empire ground forces. He sat in a huge throne-like chair at his desk, immediately touching controls built into his desk to bring up a holographic display in the middle of his desk, showing all sorts of military information both textual and visual and even live footage of currently happening battles.
Wendy hugged her bottle between her huge bandaged breasts as Luke issued commands to various people, Wendy too drunk to be interested in this boring military boy stuff.
Wendy drunkenly tried to discretely fart but ended up both farting very loudly and heavily wetting herself all over her chair, making her giggle.
Wendy sat in her piss soaked metal chair unsteadily and tried to have another swig only to find that the bottle was empty?
Wendy shrugged and put the bottle in her pussy clumsily, pleasuring herself but struggling to finish because she was too drunk, clumsily dropping the bottle out of her to loudly shatter all over the hard ice floor.
A corpsman hastily cleaned up all the glass before the drunk Wendy could step in it, and Wendy giggled and then suddenly doubled over to puke all over the ice floor, (which was also cleaned up by the corpsman).
TigerLily was looking at Wendy intently, jealous hostility dripping from her body language, and Wendy waved to her with a giggle, very much drunk as a skunk.
"Get out of here you sel'lut!", TigerLily snapped crossly with wifely jealousy.
"Enough of that TigerLily.", Luke said impatiently.
"Wene'dy has no business being here.", TigerLily replied icily without her usual submission to Luke, indicating that their relationship was going through some problems.
"Mine'ed your own business Wene'dy!", TigerLily snapped in response to Wendy's thoughts about the obvious marriage problems.
"She's just visiting, my sister is allowed to visit me.", Luke told TigerLily coldly.
"Wene'dy is der'run'ek!, Der'run'ek as a sek'kunk!, Sen'ned tis se'tin'nekking der'run'ek away to keep fucking se'kanky nurses.", TigerLily said disgustedly, as though Wendy personally disgusted TigerLily, (which was a bit harsh).
Luke didn't budge, making TigerLily even more cross.
"Don't break up over me, I will leave.", Wendy slurred and stood up, before unsteadily sitting down again in inebriation.
"I can't walk right now, I'm dizzy.", Wendy giggled drunkenly.
"We are not breaking up, just having a fight about nonsense…", Luke began.
"Non'eh'sen'es!, You SODOMISED your own sisse'ter!, Vot vife vould NOT vorry if her husse'bann'ed bummed his own SISSE'TER?!", TigerLily exploded.
"We worship Slaanesh.", Wendy shrugged at this reasonable sounding concern.
"Like you have never cheated.", Luke challenged TigerLily.
"For hun'ned'dred'des of years I have been FAIT-FULL to you!", TigerLily gasped in yelling outrage.
Wendy shuddered at the mere thought of TigerLily's celibacy for centuries just to be faithful to her unfaithful husband, Wendy felt a sense of just how sexually betrayed TigerLily must feel after so much long hard faithfulness that wasn't reciprocated…
"Am I not sexy?, Am I not your cum dum'mep'ester?, Do I not open my legg'es for you vith out fail?, If you vant sex at any time, I am here for you!", TigerLily angrily challenged Luke.
"You are great TigerLily, really great. But sometimes I just want other women as well as you.", Luke soothed, this fight interrupting his military duties now.
TigerLily actually started to cry at these words, the usually eternally hopeful daemon sounding pitifully upset by these words from her husband.
"Why are you acting so surprised?, You must have foreseen this entire conversation hours ago.", Luke accused.
"It es'still hurt'es, it es'still hurt'es…", TigerLily angrily sobbed bitterly.
Wendy, drunk as she was, didn't really want to be here as this cheated on wife sobbed pitifully because of Wendy's actions, and she bid goodbye with all the grace her skunk-like drunkenness could manage, (which left a little to be desired).
Breath reeking of alcohol and lower bottom stinking of piss, Wendy left the headquarters with all the grace of an Ork ballerina, leaning against the wall heavily for balance as she walked unevenly and awkwardly on her foot cast.
Wendy reeled into the hospital, and the blonde nurse who had fucked her earlier rushed over to her immediately.
"Où étais-tu?, J'ai été tellement inquiet. Ton haleine sent l'alcool, es-tu ivre?", The French nurse fussed, sniffing the strong alcohol on Wendy's breath.
"J'ai fait un tour. L'adjudant général m'a donné à boire.", Wendy explained very slowly in French, struggling to remember the right words when so completely smashed.
"L'adjudant général?, Êtes-vous allé au siège?", the nurse asked in surprise.
Wendy nodded with a drunken giggle.
"Vous ne devriez pas boire d'alcool après une opération.", The nurse gently chided, helping Wendy back to her bed and giving her a sponge bath in bed to clean her up, then skilfully changing the sheets while Wendy was still in the bed, rolling Wendy several times in the process of completely making the bed with fresh sheets.
"Un bisou pour plus tard, une fois sobre.", The nurse said fondly, giving Wendy a single kiss and then leaving with a reprimanding playful wag of her finger.
Wendy sighed and was soon snoring, drunkenly passed out naked with all the refined feminine grace of a Great Unclean One wearing an evening gown at a debutante ball.
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