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Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Patience Vadere , Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos on mission to the outer western fringe planets, watched the meteorites flash past the viewing window of her small ship. They were in no danger, the ship's shielding protecting the small craft, and Patience watched them burn up in the atmosphere of the planet below them. The tall blonde was almost fifty, but a life of devotion to the cause of the God Emperor had left her with the toned body of a much younger woman. Her dark body-suit, augmented by small sections of power armor, molded to her body - a perfect mixture of luscious and toned physique. She was no virgin, the strictures of the Inquisition not including celibacy, but it had been over a decade since a man had caressed her body in passion. She was too dedicated to the Emperor's work. She turned, stepping over to the rail to see her three of her four woman team in the belly of the ship. Jonelle , the former assassin turned her acolyte, was slashing at a training hologram with her swords. Patience suppressed a sigh. The girl was too impetuous, too bold and headstrong, to know when to hold back. Across the bay the more demure Rosamond , Sister of Battle turned bodyguard, cleaned her bolter. The white haired young woman spoke little but was a crack shot and devoted worshiper. Finally, chained to a wall, was Henrietta . Patience's eyebrows knitted together. The girl had been branded as a heretic and her powers shackled to the Imperium since she had been captured by the Ordo Hereticus three years ago. A powerful witch, the girl was just too dangerous to unleash. Her eyes scanned the bay, coming up short. Where was the psyker, she wondered, as the console behind her beeped. They were coming up on the ruined complex they were here to investigate.
Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Astarael Nocturna locked the pressure seals of her stormtrooper armor, leaving only the helmet off for the moment as she privately luxuriated in the smooth sensation of the undersuit against her skin, stretching and flexing and taking pleasure in the shifting pressures those movements created. For years now she had served the imperium, and served with every pretense of faith despite her true allegiances. One of the most capable psykers available to the inquisition, not known for raw power but rather unparalleled control of the warp, and the seeming ability to withstand chaotic taint despite year after year of service. Granted, chaos was a rarer encounter within the Ordo Xenos, but she had faced down various minions of the great enemy and despite everything, she seemed to have emerged mentally unscathed. If only they knew where that control and ability came from... Imperial psykers needed to be strong in order to remain themselves, for the warp was not merely the realm of chaos but in many ways it was chaos itself. A mind needed either to be strong enough to impose order on such a place, or it needed assistance from a denizen, and where some imperials managed the former, she had the latter. She served Slaanesh, and that was what had made every passing year more torturous than the last. She took all the pleasure she could get in these little things, these subtle delights and perversions that others would never consider she craved, and made use of to keep herself sane. Of course, there was a reason for it all, a cause that was served by her actions. To turn an inquisitor, to make not just a sacrifice but a willing servant of Slaanesh out of her, an emissary of ecstasy capable of spreading her lord's pleasure to a million worlds. A prize worth any sacrifice to be sure, and after all these years, Astarael was finally in the place to begin claiming it. A tendril of curiosity snaked from Patience mind to hers and the psyker realized that she had taken just a little too long. she gathered up her weapons quickly, latching them to the magnetic plates on her armor meant to hold them before she trotted off towards the bridge, helmet tucked under one arm. Time to go yet?
Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

'Yes' nodded the Inquisitor. 'We've made planetfall at the facility'. As she spoke the vessel descended through the clouds and down into the atmosphere of the planet itself. Rain drummed on the hood and the windows, the sky iron grey above the verdant green forest. The facility building was nestled on a hillside overlooking a vast forest and the landing space was actually on the flat roof of one of the main buildings. As they touched down the mature blonde looked from one companion to the other, unaware that one was plotting her downfall as they spoke. 'Rosamond' she said 'you stay here with Henrietta.' She nodded to the other two, Jonelle and Astarael. 'Follow me' she said curtly, powersword in hand. The grey roof was free from any beast or man, simply lashed by cold rain, and the Inquisitor paused. Sniffing the air like a hound. She sensed something. 'Orcs' she said in a low voice 'perhaps with something unusual about them'. Jonelle shrugged. Orcs were easy pickings for Inquisition staff. Patience was less sure of herself and her team. There was an indeterminate number of orcs below, her heightened senses told her, but for some reason her scanner was struggling to get a proper reading of the complex. She huffed in frustration, before turning to face her two companions. 'We break into three' the Inquisitor said. 'Don't go further down below the first floor. I feel that the first floor is the clearest of foes. Jonelle - you sweep the armory. Astarael - I want you to try and reach the control room. I will move through the mess hall and we will meet at the stairs down into the rest of the conflict. Always contact a team mate for back-up should any be required. But probably just caution should be enough'. Studying the building, the blonde pointed the acolyte off in one direction. 'Jonelle' he said 'you take that route'. She turned to the Pysker. 'Keep an eye out for any beast with warp powers. We will concentrate on those first.' And with that she herself set off towards the open plan areas of the mess hall and rec rooms, her eyes scanning the seemingly empty complex for danger.
Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Astarael moved slower than the other two, evading rather than engaging, sending nearly a dozen orks that she caught meandering the halls moving in the direction of the landing pad with the thought that they must have caught the scent of a woman, or perhaps heard some noise off in the distance. She could sense the other two beginning to worry, little tendrils of fear in their minds as they were set upon, and now more than ever it was important to make sure that -at the very least- Rosamond would be kept busy and unable to help. As for her, well, neither of them had directly called her for help yet, and their concerns at the moment could easily just be mistaken as the general adrenaline of a firefight. She had a control room to capture after all, and if they needed help, they would tell her... Unfortunately for Patience the gretchin were persistent and for every one she ripped off her close to a half-dozen remained while the thrown -barring a lucky strike that killed it- would get right back up and scramble after her again. They were climbing back onto her almost as quickly as she was throwing them off in fact, and while their claws and teeth were only of so much use against ceramite, it was only a matter of time before they found some sort of weakpoint in it with their scrabbling, and the little bastards were startlingly coordinated as Patience would realize that once one of them had found the locking points to her chestplate three or four of them had begun targeting that area singlemindedly, slowly pulling it off her as the pressure seals whined and hissed at the breach. And once they got that off, well, that would just give them more places to sink their claws into and pull her armor away, though Patience would find them getting somewhat distracted by her tits at first... Jonelle was the one in the worst position though, as orks were a good deal harder to stun and a good deal stronger, to say nothing of the fact that she wore considerably less armor than any of her compatriots. Oh sure, that was all well and good when you could dodge just about everything, but in that moment she found herself coming to straddling an orkish cock, the ork had recovered before her and by the time she was thinking about escape, he'd already locked one massive green hand about her narrow waist. A smaller ork might have given her some time to struggle as he worked out how to get his fingers under the skin-tight fabric of Jonelle's suit to tear it away and open her up for him, but this was a Nob, and no matter how tough the thin material was supposed to be, it wasn't tough enough to withstand him. Rather than give her time to recover, the hulking ork simply lifted, placed the head of his cock against the obvious outline of her womanhood through the material, and then pushed with a roar, intending to split her suit open with nothing more than brute strength and drive himself into her in the same motion!
Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

If the Inquisitor and her Acolyte hadn't been calling for help along psychic channels before, they were now. Patience floundered, swamped by a wave of gretchins who pulled and scratched and tugged and wrench at her armor and bodysuit. She gasped in alarm as she heard the pressure lock give way on her chestplate and it was only years of training that gave her the presence of mind to thrust forward with her upper body. She sent four of the wretched creatures flying, her breastplate with them, and was rewarded with a sickening crunch as the ceremite landed on top of the group. At least one of the little bastards wouldn't be getting back up. In the long term, though, it was a tactical mistake. One gretchin, a particularly persistent fiend that had climbed up onto her shoulders, had managed to dig his long nails into the fabric of her bodysuit. He tore it open with a shout of triumph, exposing her large firm breasts, and as Patience swung around to grab at him in panic she lost balance and tripped. She managed to steady herself as she fell, sinking to her knees, but as the fall dislodged the gretchin from her shoulders he managed to land a glancing blow across the back of her head. A little dazed Patience's eyes shot open when she realised she was suddenly on her knees surrounded by the beasts with her breasts exposed. Their little green eyes glinted wickedly but it was the thick cocks they were stroking that really panicked the otherwise unflappable Inquisitor. Across the complex her acolyte was in even worse trouble. Jonelle was quickly knocked out of her daze by the savage thrust of the orc nob beneath her. She shrieked in pain as the suit tore and the thick Ork cock thrust into her unprotected sex. Built to withstand glancing impacts, the thick cock was too much for the bodysuit. It reacted as if it had been snagged on something, evaporating away in a melting sensation designed to aid its wearer to escape. Now, it acted as an impromptu lubrication for the thick cock invading her pussy. Her hands scrabbled for balance but only found that muscular chest and every wiggled escape attempt simply drove her pussy further onto the cock below and saw her ass ride up invitingly for the nob behind her. Both women were now so dazed and distracted that their minds were fatally unguarded. If she wished, the Psyker could plant the seeds of suggestion in their minds. From above she could hear the roar of a bolter - Rosamond would not be intervening any time soon.
Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Patience writhed on the dirty floor, her holes ravaged savagely by the mob of Gretchins surrounding her. It seemed almost relentless - whenever one of the small but fierce bastard xenos tired another two or three would fight briefly before the victor took his place. The result was that her holes were never free from xenos cock. She could feel the arousal in her sex, being thrust into again and again by a large alien dick, trickle down to moisten her rear passage, easing the access for the equally large cock that was stretching her out. The seeds of corruption that Astarael had planted in the Inquisitor's mind bore fruit slowly but surely. The humiliation of a powerful leader of humanity being used as a cocksleeve by tiny horny aliens should have disgusted Patience. But instead the perversion of the situation only made the peaks of pleasure more astounding. She came, three times, as the Gretchins fucked her remorselessly. Each time her movements became more willing. Her hands worked harder on the shafts they held, her tongue lashed and caressed the invading shaft in her gullet, and she even began to make small thrusting motions with her hips to drive the cocks deeper into her. Had the Psyker chosen to reach into her mind at that moment she would have found that Patience, deep down, was craving the idea of being marked as the conquest of these beasts. Of lying there as they spent their seed all over her naked body. Across the complex, Jonelle was hanging somewhat limp - resigned, and welcoming, to her new position as Nob fucktoy. For the two massive Orks, their pricks wider and longer than any human member, were stretching her out savagely. She could only moan and gasp her way through psyker-engineered orgasm after orgasm. The oddly persistent rhythm that the Orks had built up between them played her sensitive body like a fine instrument - ironic given the meat-headed fury of most Orks - and the former assassin felt her mind go blank under wave after wave of pleasure. Unlike Patience, who was a more complex and guarded individual, Jonelle was an open book. Her mind, now wrenched open to pleasure, was a series of invitingly fresh, white, and empty pages onto which all sorts of kinks and perversions could be transplanted. Currently, though, she was entirely focused on the pleasure that the two Orks were pounding into her and the desperate ache her twisted mind had to feel them cum inside her. Finally, whilst both women were unaware of this the Psyker would have heard the patter-patter of the bolter upstairs slow down. Rosamond had blasted a bloody, body-part strewn, way through the Orks that had been sent her way. Having taken the expedient step of knocking the Heretic Penitent out cold with a back-handed blow, the Sister of Battle prepared to finish off the last few that stood between her and the doorway. Astraphael would soon be presented with the opportunity to curtail the gang-bang without any suspicion landing on her, if she played her cards right.
Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

'So, I said to her 'Listen up you jumped up little clerk, who died and made you Grand Cleric of the Emperor's Faithful in the Seventh Quadrant' just to her face like'. 'Like shit you did...' 'Yeah' 'Ahh to the Black Gate with both of you guys. I'm telling you that's how it went down. No-one should mess about with an Arbites patrol and she was...' 'Hey, HEY, what's wrong with the penitent chick?' '....Ahhh shit....' The psychic explosion that rippled out through the station, sending shockwaves through the minds of the psychically attuned. Over in the Admiral's control complex the Inquisitor felt her temples, the agony almost like a terrible migrane that was gone again in a flash. Her heart sank as she learned, from a panicked aide, the source of the eruption and began to run back across the vast terrain of the station. In her cot in the medbay Jonelle smiled and rocked side to side in her sleep, her heartrate climbing and, unrevealed by the monitors, her sex moistening in anticipation. The only one who didn't feel it was Sister Rosamond. The pious white-haired young sister was deep in prayer to the Emperor on his Golden Throne. Her rosary beads ran through her fingers, one by one, as she counted out her prayers and dedications. 'Oh merciful and terrible God-Emperor please help Jonelle find peace after the ravages of the foul xenos' she said, eyes cast up to the ceiling of the small shrine. She didn't even hear the door crack open before it was too late. She managed to take a swipe at one of the female cultists with the small talisman of the God-Emperor on the altar, slitting her throat with the sharp base and killing her outright. But she was quickly pinned to the altar, face-first, but the others, their rough hands working over her flimsy casual garments as she struggled and swore at them. Finally, Henrietta, her Penitent shackles and wards burst asunder by the sheer power of the psychic explosion that had shattered the Arbites station cell she now stepped out of, was confronted with a tear in the warp and whatever creature was about to step out of it.
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

The hand pulling at her chin caused Aimee Jade to drop her phone on the table in surprise as she jerked her head back, trying to rid the hand from her chin. She had been so consumed with her phone that she didnt even realize the man had planted himself at the chair adjacent to her and carried on a brief conversation. As soon as she met Stans gaze, she recognized him. He tormented her for years, it wasnt until midway through high school she was able to start ignoring his degradation. In fact, Stan was one of the many reasons she left her hometown. Memories of their childhood swept back to Aimee. She suddenly remembered all of the verbal and physical assaults. He used to push her around on the playground, steal her lunches, call her names, etc. There was one time he even pulled her pants down and sat on her chest so that she couldnt move while the other boys in her grade gawked at what was underneath. When her mother died in a car accident in middle school, Stan spread a malicious rumor about how it was her fault, how Aimee had killed her mother. Instead of mourning the loss, Aimee had to defend herself for the following few months as the investigation cleared. Aimee grabbed Stans hand from her chin and pushed it away before standing up and glaring down at him. I have nothing to say to you, she hissed, grabbing her purse which had been slung over the back of the chair. Back in high school, she seemed almost impervious to his torment, things had slowly dissipated over the last two years she had been home. Stan hadnt even entered her mind when she ran home. Now that he was in front of her, though, she wasnt quite ready to deal with him or anything for that matter. Her mental and emotional state was a wreck. She grabbed for her coffee and cell phone, ignoring any attempt he was making to keep her remaining in that coffee shop and walked out. Aimee was rarely this rude to anybody but right now she just couldnt handle Stan. She walked towards her Challenger, fishing the keys out of her purse. A shiny new Maserati was sitting next to her car and she couldnt help but admire the new car for a moment before unlocking her car. She chuckled at the Maserati, although Aimee admired cars she always considered a car of this caliber to be a waste of money. Aimee had worked her ass off to get her muscle car and took a lot of pride in it but couldnt fathom the idea of how vain someone had to be to own such an expensive car. Someone needs to overcompensate, she mumbled to herself before walking to the drivers side door of her coupe. Last edited Apr 11, 2020
Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

There was a very brief uncomfortable silence between the two as Aimee locked her gaze in with Stan's. His voice then growled, threatening her with his intentions. Aimee was breathing heavily, her chest heaving beneath her red dress as she folded her body further into itself. Her expression was wild, terror clearly defined in her eyes as Stan started up the car. As his hand moved, she cowered back before her body was thrown forward. Aimee screamed out before growing silent, her head bouncing off of the Maserati's dashboard. Her hands rose in an effort to protect herself, her palms pressing against the cool dashboard as Stan's hands coiled around her long red hair bouncing her head back against the dashboard a second time. There was a brief moment that Aimee blacked out, the world growing dark as her ears seemed to produce some sort of static. Her body went slack, sliding forward in the seat and almost onto the floor before Stan managed to pull her back into her seat and throw her head against the headrest. Aimee's eyes had narrowed and her expression showed the pain throbbing against her forehead. There was a red line that seemed to glow just beneath her bangs her skin hadn't been punctured but there was a nasty bruise quickly forming against her pale skin. Aimee's legs were now curled up just beneath her, the red strapless dress riding against her upper thigh as she shook and tried to slowly get her bearings back. She didn't even notice Stan had moved to grab his gas powered weapon until it was pointed at her temple. Aimee's vision was blurry, tears forming in her eyes as she stared back at him. The woman who had so confidently fought against him was suddenly stripped into an empty shell. Fear thrummed in her chest and she moved her hands upwards as if conceding to him. Although her panties remained dry for the time being, she was trembling like a leaf as Stan threatened her. Stan, Aimee started, her voice quivering as she tried to sound calm. Her demeanor showed otherwise. She was absolutely terrified of the prospect of dying. Stan was always an unpredictable animal but to see him in this state... it was something else. Aimee had grown immune to his bullying back in high school and was able to escape from his grasp but even when it was still bad, he was never this severe. There was never a question about the possibility of life-altering violence. Please, why don't we just talk? She was trying to talk him down. Her anger has completely dissipated in exchange for the fear pounding away at her body.