A Sister Of Battle, A Slave Of Slaanesh (Story)
A short story to accompany "A Sister Of Battle, A Slave Of Slaanesh". (Now with pictures included!)
(WARNING: Contains Dubcon, Mind Break, and Tentacle Sex)
Sister Serena knew she should have purged the heretical text with cleansing fire the moment she set eyes upon it. But something drew her forward, closer to the black altar and the daemonic tome that lay upon its obsidian surface. Had she not been cut off from her Battle Sisters on the surface and trapped alone in this subterranean lair, she would have resisted, bolstered by their presence. But the breathless whispers she had heard since setting foot in this profane temple spoke to… deeper, hidden parts of her. Those whispers now coalesced into images at the forefront of her thoughts; promises of fulfilment she had never known and dreams made reality. Yes… the dreams. She knew of what the whispers referred to; sinful thoughts that she had kept hidden from her Order since she was a Novice, that would have seen her condemned to a Penitent Engine were they ever discovered. Lustful fantasies that crept into her mind in the dead of night as she lay alone in her cell, no matter how hard she prayed or tried to supress them. Fantasies not of simple lovemaking, but of debauchery. To give pleasure and be pleasured in return. To be taken from all sides, by multiple partners at a time. Filled in every orifice, skewered like a wild animal, brought low – lower even than the most debased prostitute in the most decrepit levels of the great Hive Cities of the Imperium. Many were the nights when the urges became so great that she had brought herself to climax, her teeth drawing blood from her calloused fist as she bit down to stifle her scream of pleasure.
Such delights now swam before Serena’s eyes as she stood within reach of the dark tome, the daemonic runes on its pages seeming to lift and float above the parchment, glowing a pinkish hue. Within her battle armour, a rivulet of moisture began to run down the inside of her leg as the whispers grew louder, visions of the sensations that could be hers flashing within her mind. No one would ever know. For one night, she could experience the bodily pleasures she had only ever dreamed of. For once, her desires fulfilled, her lust sated. Just a taste…
Her fingers brushed the page.
A pinkish flash illuminated the room, and from the book erupted a mass of writhing, fleshy tentacles. A huge, bulbous eyeball attached to the end of one peered down directly at Serena, its baleful red gaze paralyzing her just long enough for the other tendrils to lunge forward as one. Within seconds, the things ripped her bolter from her hand and wrapped themselves around her power armour, lifting her from the stone floor. Her scream of rage and shock was cut short as a tentacle wrapped itself around the lower half of her face, the slime-coated appendage pressing against her nostrils and filling her mouth with a foul, potent musk that made her head swim. The other tentacles began to squeeze and pull at her armour, the heavy metal plates cracking and sundering under the otherworldly strength of the daemon. Like some perverse imitation of a lover undressing a paramour, the creature began to rip and peel away layers of her amour, until eventually Serena was utterly naked and helpless in the thing’s grip. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for some kind of weapon within reach, or a means of escape. Strong though she was, the tentacles refused to yield an inch against her struggles.
An unknown voice spoke directly inside her mind – the same one that had whispered to her all through the temple, now clear and echoing in the confines of her skull.
“I see your mind. Your memories. Your desires.”
Serena’s eyes darted up, and saw the great daemonic eyeball inch closer towards her.
“You cannot escape my gaze. You cannot hide your thoughts from me as you do from your blind Sisterhood of fools. They shackle you to a dead God, seek to cloister you away from the pleasures you so desire.”
One of the tentacles brushed Serena’s bared sex in a “come hither”-like movement that made her entire body tremor. Serena had only ever known the caress of her own fingers, or the smoothness of a wax candle meant for solitary prayer. For something… real to be so close – even a monstrosity such as this – was enough to make her shudder with humiliating anticipation.
The baleful eye slithered closer still, now a scant few inches from her face.
“You yearn for fulfilment. For purpose. The kind you have never known in service to a corpse-God. There another who can give you purpose you seek. The fulfilment you crave. The pleasure you desire. Shall I show you what He offers? What sensations await?”
Serena’s eyes grew wide as she felt the tentacle that had brushed against her reposition itself directly opposite her wet opening, its tip touching against her lips. Like a spearpoint pressed against bared flesh, ready for the wielder’s thrust.
“Perhaps… just a taste.”
The tentacle pushed into her, and Serena convulsed violently in the fiend’s grip as ecstasy flooded throughout her entire being, pleasure she had never imagined even in her wildest, darkest fantasies. The tentacle penetrated her slowly, gently even, a slimy film coating its length easing its passage into her. Abruptly, it stopped and held position at what felt like six inches deep, but the spasms wracking Serena’s body did not. Every second felt like an hour, every nerve in her body seemed to be sweltering with a brilliant, intense warmth. It held there for a few seconds, and then, just as slowly as it entered, the tentacle began to withdraw, slipping out of her with a wet, sucking sound. The tentacle around her mouth also slithered away allowing Serena to gulp in lungfuls of air, then cough and wretch from the stink still clinging to the back of her throat. The fire inside her began to die rapidly, the spasms faded to twitches, and Serena began to feel a coldness creep into her. But it was not a natural coldness that crept along her skin; it was a coldness below her skin, a chill deep in her bones... And an emptiness. A terrible, yawning hollowness just below her chest and in her loins.
“Ah, such emptiness. Such longing. This is what your life of servitude to a dead God promises; no warmth; no feeling; no purpose. Unending prayers answered only with a resounding silence. Blind faith rewarded only with an ignominious death. You need not condemn yourself to an existence devoid of passion and pleasure. Denied the only thing that can fill the gaping hole inside you... I can show you the truth. The path to all the pleasures you could wish for. You need only ask.”
The eyeball snaked around behind her as it spoke in her mind, coming to rest just behind her right shoulder as though whispering into her ear, even though it had no mouth to speak. Serena stiffened, setting her eyes on the stone-lined walls at the back of the chamber.
“And if you do not ask…”
The tentacle below Serena moved into position again, its tip pressing against her clit and making her shudder and mewl wordlessly.
“…I will make you beg.”
The creature thrust into her once more, but not slowly as before. Serena screamed in pleasure as the tentacle wriggled and squirmed inside her, driving itself deeper and deeper. Her scream was cut short as another tentacle dived into her gaping mouth, burying itself into her throat and working its way down inside her like a worm burying into moist earth. The Sister of Battle convulsed helplessly in the creature’s grip as its tentacles writhed their way deep inside her from both ends, seemingly eager to join in the middle – her middle.
Desperately, Serena began to recite her prayers in an effort to fight against onslaught of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her.
“Love the Emperor, for He is the salvation of mankind!”
Her toned and muscled abdomen – the result of ceaseless physical training meant to aid her in destroying abominations such the one now threatening to drive her mad with pleasure – began to bulge and squirm around the tentacle as it worked its way even deeper up and inside her.
“Obey His words, for He will lead you into the light of the future!”
“You babble false prayers to a God-that-never-was, praying for deliverance from that which you do not wish to escape. Even if He were there, He will not save you – because you are already damned.”
The slime covering the tentacles now coated her mouth and the back of her throat, the thick cloying scent filling her sinuses entirely and somehow driving her even madder with lust.
“Heed His wisdom, for He will protect you from evil!”
“You damned yourself every night you thrust your own needy fingers into your dripping hole. Every night you drank deep the scent of your own sex and shame, you tasted the stench of your own damnation.”
Serena’s head was pushed back as the thicker part of the tentacle in her mouth began to enter into her throat. As her eyes turned upwards, she saw a shaft in the ceiling that seemed to travel upward to the surface. Far above, she could glimpse the sun that this hellish planet orbited between a break in the dark clouds; a single ray of dim light made its way down the shaft, illuminating the daemonic entity and the captive Sister of Battle.
“Whisper His prayers with devotion, for they will save your soul!”
“But to be damned is not to be denied, as your sisterhood denied you. The one I speak of will never deny you. He will answer your prayers, grant your desires, and so much more. Excess in all things.”
The drifting clouds began to obscure the sun. The shaft of light began to narrow to a pinprick.
“Honour His servants, for they speak in His voice!!”
“Ask, and I shall tell you His name. So that you may give yourself to Him…”
With what strength she could muster Serena reached her left forearm upwards, straining heroically against her captor, her splayed hand reaching for the dying light.
“Tremble before His majesty, for we all walk in His immortal shadow!!!”
“… and know pleasure unending.”
With that, both of the tentacles inside Serena erupted and a torrent of thick, daemonic cum flooded her innards. At the same moment, the most intense orgasm Serena had ever experienced washed over her, throwing her into convulsions once again and scattering her thoughts and prayers. Tens of seconds passed, but neither the orgasm wracking her mind and body, nor the deluge unleashed inside her showed any signs of stopping. As her stomach was pumped full to its limit, the thick molasses began to backfill her insides, squelching around the tentacles that produced it and back up her throat and down her intestines. Thick, white streams of daemonic spunk burst out around what little space the tentacle buried into Serena’s pussy allowed, sloshing onto the floor of the chamber in chunky clumps. Serena gagged and wretched around the tentacle buried in her gullet as she felt the sickening sensation of a fountain of cum bubble upwards through her throat, until it finally leaked out between her stretched lips and seeped from her nostrils.
The Sister of Battle hung limply amid the mass of tentacles, the only movement she exhibited being an occasional twitch or spasm. Her dazed-but-still-conscious eyes stared upwards, barely aware as she watched the sun become totally obscured by the black, rolling clouds. The faint light faded, and finally died.
Serena did not know how much time passed after that first cataclysmic orgasm, though she was conscious throughout it all. Hours? Days? Weeks? Perhaps it had only been a scant few minutes since she stepped into the chamber. It mattered little anyway; time followed no laws where daemons of The Warp were concerned. Her faith was utterly shattered, her resilience broken, her body desecrated. The once-mighty Sister of Battle now crawled in around the chamber, hungrily licking and slurping at the puddles of daemonic spunk spattered on the floor, her ass raised on high for the daemon to violate. Each time one tentacle unleashed a flood of cum inside her, it withdrew, only to be immediately replaced by another, the tendrils pistoning in and out of her ass even as she crawled on all fours. The others waited their turn, content to dribble strings of cum for their new pet to feed on, or rub against her body teasingly, driving her wild once more and leaving trails of slime and spunk across her naked, battle-scarred body. No hymn, prayer, or independent thought crossed Serena’s mind; only the voice of the daemon, filling her mind with new purpose and devotion.
“Whom do you serve, whore?”
“…Slaanesh…”
“Beg. Beg for His blessing. Show Him your devotion. Sing your hymns to Slaanesh!”
“Slaanesh, I beg you… make me yours! I forsake my vows! I forsake my Sisters! I forsake the false God-Emperor! I exist only to serve you! Use me as you wish! I am a whore for your minions, the damned, the daemon! Mark me with your blessing! Send me forth to spread your delights and pleasures across the galaxy! I am a slave to Slaanesh!!!”
And so, Sister Serena of the Adepta Sororitas fell to the ruinous powers of chaos, and the worship of Slaanesh. Marked with heretical runes that spelled her new devotion, her body was transformed by foul sorcery into an object of sordid pleasure and lust. From that foul temple deep below the earth she established a cult of pleasure dedicated to Slaanesh, with herself as its high priestess – but a priestess with all the training and experience of a veteran Sister of Battle; a fitting and fearsome servant for the Dark Prince. Serena’s foul heresy and fall to chaos was eventually discovered by her Order, but not before she had engulfed the entire sector in a crusade of hedonism, debauchery, excess, and pleasure, preaching from the heretical text that had led to her own damnation. The decade-long war that followed was only finally ended a sector-wide Exterminatus, turning half-a-dozen planets and their trillions of inhabitants to dust and ash.
But in the years that followed, the Adepta Sororitas noted a worrying trend; an increasing number of Battle Sisters vanishing without a trace... and all within areas where supposed sightings of Serena had been reported. Hushed whispers and fearful mutterings rumoured that “She” had taken them, to corrupt and break her former Sisters as she herself had been. To build an army of Sisters Of Slaanesh within the depths of the Warp, twisted and driving mad by excess and pleasure. To be unleashed upon the galaxy in the End Times, led by the one known as the Favoured Whore of Slaanesh.
