Thread: Ordo Xenos [Reydan and Kaybee]

Astarael sat on the floor of the control room and focused her mind on the two momentarily--helpless psyches of Patience and Jonelle, twisting them in small and subtle ways. She wasn't so powerful as to be able to turn them to chaos in a single mental motion but it was here where she began their corruption and descent into pleasure worship with three small and simple changes. The first, no matter how little they wanted it, how much they hated their partner, or what form it came in, sex would always be good for them, effectively a removal of emotional barriers to pleasure. The second, an amplifier imposed on pleasure that was mingled with disgust, helplessness, and hatred, effectively conditioning them to not just take pleasure in sex but to take even greater pleasure in being taken against their will. Third and finally, a deep craving, small to the point of pointlessness now, but it would grow with every orgasm and every encounter, willing or unwilling, slowly addicting them to the pleasures they were newly equipped to receive. It might take a long time, and many encounters, but where Astarael had spent many years in torturous service, depriving herself of all but the bare minimum of excess she needed to keep Slaanesh' favor and her own sanity intact, she was now looking forward to the years to come... Of course, while the psyker worked her changes the greenskins were hardly idling about. The gretchin seized the moment as Patience sunk to her knees, a few taking the opportunity to jump on her back to try and keep her down, several others grabbing at the girdle of her armor, trying to expose her holes while one enterprising gretch simply threw himself at her mouth cock first, wrapping his hands around the back of her head and thrusting wildly until her managed to push into her mouth. He wasn't considering for so much as a moment the threats of her teeth or hands but given his length and general lack of subtlety he was likely to make her gag in fairly short order as he started to ram his shaft down her throat and given the number of gretz still swarming around the hapless inquisitor it was like as not that some of them would be scrabbling at her hands, making it hard for her to use them effectively to stop him in particular. Not to mention that even if she grabbed him, the others would have an opening to expose her other holes, leaving her rather fucked her in more ways than one with the only real reassurance being the knowledge that Astarael was diverting course to help her. Of course that help would only come once the psyker had finished editing Patience' brain more than enough time for the gretchin to get a fair bit further than they already were but Patience had no way of knowing that and there could be any number of orks between them anyways, meaning that any amount of time Astarael took could be excused... Jonelle on the other hand didn't even have the reassurance that she would be rescued first out of anyone, nor the reassurance of of her captors being weak and small. The nob impaling her pussy took her legs in both hands as she writhed on top of him and pulled , forcing him as far into her as he could go, stopping only as he knocked up against her cervix, before pulling her back up and then down again, powerful thrusts attempting to batter down that barrier so that he could fit himself all the way into her. If that wasn't bad enough though, there was the other Nob behind Jonelle too, who was quickly taking his opportunity and attempting to thrust into her ass only to grind up against the curve of it instead as the other Nob's bouncing of the imperial assassin atop his length threw his aim off multiple times. Oi, kwitcher bouncin lemme krump this git! The Nob finally shouted in that crude parody of low gothic favored by his kind. Orks being orks, the other Nob didn't so much as even slow down at that until the first one punched him in the face, prompting him to take his hands off Jonelle for a moment to try and retaliate and giving the first the chance to finally align himself properly and stretch the assassin's rear wide open in a single powerful thrust, two massive cocks filling her and -once the Nobs stopped trying to fight each other around her, which wouldn't take long given how their urges had been twisted- pounding in and out of her with all the savage lust the hulking greenskin brutes could muster.