Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Astarael heard the bolter fire above slowing as the steady stream of orks began to abate. In fact -the psyker realized- by this point most of the orks in the complex not wrapped up in Patience or Jonelle's newly-impressed passions had attempted to assault the roof, sent there by her own misdirections or drawn there by the sound of combat. Close to fifty full-blooded orks had died attempting to assault in ones and twos, and the roof resembled a charnel house, green ichor spattered everywhere and several dozen gently smoking ork corpses with massive bolt-shell holes blown in them littering it. Not much time left before she would have to make sure she upkept the masquerade since Rosamond would be responding and coming after them soon then. Meaning it was time to wrap things up here. Little more could be done to Patience' mind in the time Astarael had since even subconsciously and in the midst of a gang bang the inquisitor was resisting her initial changes and trying to introduce anything more would be to risk discovery. The changes were planted too deep for an untrained mind to push them out without assistance of course, but Patience' will was impressive, and she would require some skilled manipulation even with her new urges and weaknesses to prey on. The battle in her mind had been won by Astarael this time, but the war was far from over. Jonelle on the other hand was practically a blank slate, an empty receptacle for orkish cock and whatever perversion Astarael could stuff into her brain, with only two things holding the slaaneshi psyker back really. For one, a drastic conversion would be too suspicious, easily noticed by the others, especially the uncorrupted members of the retinue, and for two, she only had time to make one or two changes really stick if she wanted to 'rescue' Patience well before Rosamond made her appearance. Another simple change then would be implanted in the assassin, a powerful urge to submit accompanied by arousal that would trigger in response to the urge's fulfillment. It would add pleasure to the already existing changes that made her crave to be taken against her will and used but it would be even more insidious than that, since once it had a chance to really get into her head all it would take would be a strong figure just acting threatening to make Jonelle's knees go weak and her pussy go wet at the prospect of them dominating her. And given what was happening to the assassin right now, the more opponents there were, the greater the effect would be in time... Her work done, Astarael retreated from Jonelle's mind, leaving her to the Nobs as they pulsed and twitched inside her before finally losing control, cocks jerking with force as their seed spurted deep inside her, then again, and again, and again... By the time they were finished, their copious loads would have swollen the assassin's womb and filled her guts before the sheer pressure inside her would have sent the thick green ork cum bubbling up around the seal their cocks formed in her holes and leaking down their massive shafts, her body unable to hold even another milliliter of orkish spunk... Desires sated, the Nobs lifted Jonelle up with a grunt, sliding the assassin off their cocks with a lewd sucking sound when they popped free of her overstretched holes. Das a good whore... One of em nodded appreciatively, holding her up and admiring the thick cum flowing freely down her legs before moving to drop her carelessly to the floor, no longer interested now that his lusts had been relieved. The other one took a longer look, as though considering something more, but eventually he too shrugged and rose. No more fucking to do, and no sense fighting an unconscious girl. Besides, she was a better fuckhole than fight anyways in their minds. Meanwhile in the cafeteria, Astarael interrupted the Gretchin before they could reach the same pleasure the Nobs had, a startled cry of 'Emperor's Mercy!' shouted from beyond the door to suggest she had peered through it's keyhole and seen what was going on before she blasted it inwards with a wave of psychic force. A bolter was dangerously overkill in a situation like this and Astarael knew she ran a risk of hurting the inquisitor if she used bullets so instead she threw out one hand, tendrils of lightning shooting from her fingertips to strike the gretchin down. Filth! Defilers! She screamed in anger, secretly concealing a smile at the same time as she felt mingled regret in Patience' mind at being deprived the chance to act the whore completely and have them cover her in their cum. Sure a couple of the smaller ones had spent early, one in the inquisitor's ass and another in her throat, but most of them had actually tired before they'd reached their orgasms, and had only just been working towards proper climax when she'd interrupted them. Only when the Gretchin started running in fear did she start pulling out the bolter, relishing in the fear and twisted emotions in their primitive minds as she slaughtered them, delighting in the symphonies of ecstasy and agony as they died before running for Patience, pulling her twisted expression of glee into a familiar mask of concern and fear. Inquisitor Vadere! Patience! Are you alright? I'm so sorry there were so many orks, I couldn't get here sooner!