Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Henrietta was a mere puppet in his hands, mewling and moaning, her eyes rolled back into her skull as her tender sex was brutally assaulted by the demon. Every thrust brought new waves of pleasure with it, that crashed against the crumbling walls of her mind. She was won over for Slaanesh already, her soul and body and very essence aching to be given release. Her womb was not only open but, in this new reality, inviting and ready. She gasped, words coming slowly but surely from within her. 'Fill me Master. Make me worship you. Make me your creature and I will do your bidding in the Universe'. The little witch, swamped by pleasure, eagerly 'accepted' a bargain that in truth she had little say in. Rosamond was reaching a peak of religious ecstasy, every hole 'sanctified' with the seed of the men assaulting her in the chapel. She moaned, fingers clutching the stone altar beneath her, and mumbled out prayer after ecstatic prayer around the cocks invading her mouth and roughly abusing her lips and throat. She purred in pleasure as the other woman connected to her with the dildo, rolling her back a little to force the woman above her more firmly onto the cultist cock invading her. Rosamond was lost in the pleasure, mind completely open to influence, and her only lingering thought a wonder about whether or not her Sororitas sisters would engage in this thrilling form of worship too... The mutated shopkeeper was a beast of pure lust now, thrumming with a terrible perverse energy, and had little time for the horny psyker's ministrations. He groaned, roughly grabbing her hair and directing her head, as she lavished attention on his twin cocks with her mouth and breasts, but after a few moments pulled her off and shoved her forcefully face-down onto the floor of the shop. Her bodysuit's lower half came away easily, torn by mighty hands, and without further preparation the beast shoved both massive cocks downwards. Both, by chance, actually caught Astareal's tight little sphincter, opening her up with sudden overwhelming force, as the savage beast began to buck his hips wildly. Jonelle was simply a captive to pleasure, writhing and bucking as the creature seemed intent on experimenting on her body with every possible shape, size, and form of cock. She was as mindless as the warpbeast, lost in a sea of endless pleasure, and both seemed to need rescue to extract themselves. There was something planted in the Inquisitor's mind that made this treatment an overwhelmingly erotic and pleasing sensation. But, as the men used her roughly, dumping spurt after spurt of hot cum into her needy sex, she simply found herself unsatisfied. Despite the arousal that trickled down her legs she found herself wanting more. More humiliation. More degradation. More use as a barrack room whore. She stood, after what seemed like an age of fucking, gently pushing the last spent guardsman from her back as she did. Turning on the group, she stood proud and authoritative despite being naked and spattered with cum. 'Men, I think you realise I'm a massive slut' she said, her tone and delivery as pure and commanding as if she was delivering a motivational speech about duty and courage. 'A whore who needs your cocks and your cum. Who revels in being your sex-starved creature. But this is beneath us' she waved a dismissive hand at the vent where they had recently been fucking. 'You will all march me into town and find a public place where you as a squad can really demonstrate how much of a whore I am'. She turned to the main man. 'Sergeant, lead the way'. Clearly she intended the men to march her, all naked, into town as if they were her honor guard or something. One tentative little niggle that flashed across the minds of the all those psychically attuned, demon or human, was that several squads of Adeptus Astartes had reached the far end of the station. All involved had time yet but, it seemed, the inevitably cavalry had arrived.