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Demaron19

Demaron19

Chaos and Order
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It had been a hard landing but a survivable one for most aboard the shuttle. For the ship they had deployed from less so as part of what had caused them to crash was the shockwave of the Raging Dawn exploding from catastrophic meltdown that started in the engines. If it was a accident or sabotage was now impossible to say, but it was the least of their concern. The sisters on the planet were stranded... no communications going out... some kind of barrier that stopped even normal equipment from working right. That armor became a determent more then protection if it wouldn't move so the woman were for the most part 'underdressed'... not that had found anything to fight...

Sister Alexadra Mortath was currently away from the others, a scouting mission through the forest they had landed in and so far she found no signs of civilization. Not that Alexadra minded that, it allowed her to walk about with her top fully removed and her large breasts allowed to breath in the cool air. Having large breasts and wearing their form of power armor was less then comfortable. Growing up her superiors always scolded her for her large breasts and what trouble it caused during training and suiting up in gear... "Bitter old hags..." She grumbles... she was a loyal sister, but that loyalty was to the God-Emperor, not to those jealous of her body.
 
Shivarshtari grumbled to herself as she trudged through the forest. Trudged of course, having a different meaning to the nimble drukhari, as she leaped from tree to tree, scouting the forest for any signs of life. Of all the world to crash on, they land on this Khaine-forsaken rock. Communications were cut off completely, and some kind of energy field had disabled all but the most basic of equipment. Luckily, their armour was light enough to still use. Only a handful of them had made it to the surface, and with no commander to follow, they had decided to draw lots for their tasks.

Shivarshtari suspected it was rigged however. Letheria and Fandinia had handled the lottery, and it was no secret they didn't like her at all, so of course it had just so happened that she was sent away from the wreckage to scout.

Just as she was about to leap, she heard movement below, and froze. Scanning for the source, she quickly spotted a mon'keigh wandering in the woods. Curious, this planet was far from their territory. She had expected natives, or maybe Tau. She must have been from that ship that blew and took them out. She bit her lip. The mon'keigh was naked, but clearly one of their 'sororitas'. Prime slave stock. Had it not been for their precarious position, and the fact that the others would skin her alive and take the slave right away, she would have pounced and captured. Instead she leaped from the branch she was perched on, a perfect backflip as she landed behind another tree soundlessly. Then she stepped out, facing the mon'keigh.

"Greetings mon'keigh." She would bank on the dumb apes' inability (or unwillingness) to differentiate between the aeldari groups. "You seem lost. You're from the ship that went down, no?"
 
Alexadra certainly had not expected what happened next. Suddenly standing before her was a xeno, a fully dressed and armed xeno at that. "Eldar!" She screams and stumbles back, her large breasts and other supple curves jiggling as she just about falls on her fat mon'keigh ass. She may have been naked, but she wasn't unarmed as she pulled up the sororitas style bolter she had been caring. A lighter version the Space Marines used... only problem... she had maybe 5 shots? Enough to kill the Eldar before her, but she would actually have to HIT the Eldar...

"Stay where you are Eldar scum!" She orders, the way she was standing gave a pretty good view of her little pale pussy, a good place for something fat and thick.
 
Shivastari remained where she was. "Okay. Rude." She had dealt with mon'keigh on less hostile terms before, and knew their xenophobia get the better of them often. Granted, those were guardsmen, no sororitas, but how much worse could they be?

"Calm down there sister, I'm not going to hurt you unless you do something drastic. I just want to talk. Are you alone? Are there others?" She needed to know if these mon'keigh posed a threat. If there weren't to many of them, they may even turn out to be useful. There was also the fact to consider that this lady was naked, and had curves for days. That had to be considered carefully. She could already feel herself getting hard, her armor's codpiece growing larger to prevent it from hurting. Not only was that a tempting reason to have her way with this thing, orders be damned, but the sight of her codpiece getting bigger -and she was particularly hung- could affect the mon'keigh's behavior.
 
It may come as a surprise but with the life of a religious battle nun who likes to set non-human things on fire... not a tremendous sex life. So a very good chance that tight sister pussy was also a virgin pussy, and fucked senseless could be a much better way to extract information from her...

The sister kept her bolter aimed. "I'm not telling you anything xeno filth, my sisters and I will not be beaten by Eldars who slink and hide away in the shadows." The brave and naked woman said. Her eyes examining the Eldar female... that was until she saw the codpiece. "What on holy terra is that?!" She asked with surprise and shock seeing the codpiece grow as the Eldar woman was getting a erection. She knew what a penis was, knew what a codpiece was as well, but why was this Eldar woman getting a erection!?
 
Shivarshtari sighed. This was going nowhere.

"Fine. If you won't co-operate, I'll just have to make you." With that she approached the fallen mon'keigh, not fearing her bolter at all. As she walked, she detached the codpiece, allowing her monstrous two-foot cuntwrecker to spring free. "This," she gestured to her cock, "This is your new master, mon'keigh."
 
Alexadra felt a cold chill run up her spin and a heat hit her in the loins as she saw that massive cock. "W-what the hell?!" She screams, a scared virgin seeing her new god. She was trembling a bit, still holding the gun, she was about to pull the trigger... now was the time to disarm her. With Eldar speed and reflexes it wouldn't be too hard to do so, and then next she would be all her's to rape and abuse with that cuntwrecker.

If they were going to be stuck on this world they would need a supply of slaves, as well as breeding stock, and good plump mon'keigh pussy would serve that purpose. She had said sisters so clearly more then just one, a group of them would be very useful for that goal, a way of starting a colony on this world.
 
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Shivarshtari let the mon'keigh pull the trigger. Bolters were slow, even by the standards of ballistic weaponry, and it was an easy task to simply dodge the shot, striding forward in the same motion, bringing her over to the mon'keigh in a single bounding step.

"Too slow," she chimed as she struck, kicking the mon'keigh's hand and forcing her to drop the gun, which went flying off into the underbrush. Shivarshtari simply dropped to her knees, onto the mon'keigh, one knee impacting her throat and the other striking into her belly. Yes, she had made up her mind. She would rape the information out of this one, and see if she couldn't take on the others alone. Sororitas tended to avoid males, so she could easily use her Mindmelter toxins to make them compliant. Then, she had the force to keep her kin off her back.
 
The sister barely knew what hit her when the Eldar did literally hit her. She cries out and gags hard as knees hit her throat and stomach. Wanting to vomit and yet unable to as the way out was cut off by a Eldar armored knee cap. The sister was having a hard time breathing, her rage breasts jiggling and moving as she struggles to regain breath, her hands grabbing and trying to pull the knee on her throat off. She was far more concerned with staying alive then killing the Eldar bitch at this moment... or paying attention to her cock.
 
Shivarshtari breathed a sigh of relief as she mon'keigh helplessly struggling against her.

"Settle down, I won't hurt you unless you resist." It wasn't a promise. She hadn't exactly made up her mind how this would go yet. Not like it mattered whther it turned out to be a lie or not in the end... "My name is Shivarshtari. Don't bother getting it right, your kind can't say it properly, so just refer to me as Shrike. Or mistress." She placed a hand on one of her jiggling tits, gently squeezing it. "Now, to make this easy: tell me where the rest of our kind are. I can be a merciful owner."
 
The sister was angry, still struggling, when the xeno touched her large jiggling breast she still kept fighting. She may not know mean, or cock, but she knew well that xenos would rape pure human women. "Fuck you! I will not sell out my sisters to you and your xenos filth." She says with defiance and venom in her tone. Even so... her eyes kept darting back to that massive Dark Eldar cock... worry... fear... A slight sweat starting to form on her skin despite the otherwise cold air.
 
(Sorry for the late reply, Life's been really hectic lately.)

Shrike's liquifier pistol barreled for the sister's throat, hitting her hard as the hand guard at the front of the pistol impacted with her trachea, the two blades (one mounted under the barrel, the other at the end of the hand guard) sinking into the ground like it was hot butter, effectively pinning the sister in place by her throat while also delivering a painful, yet relatively harmful blow.

"I know your kind can be rather lacking in the brains department, but here's some basic logic for you. If I won't hurt you when you don't resist, what will I do when you do resist?" She leaned in close, displaying er own kind's marvelous dexterity and flexibility, her face mere inches from the SIster's. "Answer:"

Letting go of the pistol, Shrike raked her clawed fingers across the sister's chest, leaving thin red lines in her wake. The tips were serrated on a monomolecular level, amplifying the pain in much the same way a paperclip hurt more that a slice from a knife. Only, of course, much worse.

"Understood, you filthy mon'keigh whore? Or shall I give you amother example?"
 
The sister cries out in pain as the cut ran down her flesh. Her large pale breasts now bearing a red claw mark, trickles of blood from the thin red mark. Trembling as the pain was intense. “D-damn you” She says trying to hold back the tears in her eyes and the scream in her throat. “M-my sisters will take you down, already they fortify their potion in the north.” The human sneers... But she had given the answer.
 
Shrike tutted, wagging her finger at the sister. "I'm disappointed in you, mon'keigh. All that zeal, all that arrogance, and you break so easily? I was looking forwards to tearing the intel out of you." She scooted backwards, spreading the sister's legs wide, digging her nails into her toned thighs as a warning, prodding her massive cock against the human's pussy.

"Now, all that remains is to break you. Are you a virgin, mon'keigh? Saving yourself for that corpse up on his shiny chair? Too bad. You and your holes are mine now." With that, she thrust forwards, sinking the head of her cock slowly into the waiting pussy. "Shrike owns you now, remember that. Behave and I might even let you keep your name..."
 
Her eyes went wide... what had she done? Alexadra cries out as she feels her legs spread and claws dig into her thighs. Her human pussy small and plump, a tremble running through her body as she felt that Eldar crown rub and prob her slit. Her eyes stare down at the cock about to rape her, her eyes wide with fear. Trembling as her virgin cunt would stand no chance...

Her fingers digging into the glass and dirt as the bitch breaker cock was being forced into her. Her virgin cunt forced open around the invading Eldar breeding organ. She squeals out in pain as she bites her lip, her hymen would fail... the Eldar would coat her organ in virgin blood.
 
"Mmm, a virgin then. Count yourself lucky that the first woman to take you is someone as well-endowed as I am. Someone well suited to properly breaking you in." She shifted her grip, letting her pull the sister towards her, thrusting in at the same time, building up a rhythm as she begins to truly fuck her new slave, caring little for her enjoyment as she teaches her exactly what will be expected of her.

"Now, first rule: Do as I say, no matter what. Otherwise this cock will fuck holes never meant to be fucked by cocks." Using her grip on the human's thighs, Shrike lifts her up, getting a better angle to plow into her. The weapon keeper her neck pinned to the ground forces her into an uncomfortable position where her whole weight is resting on her shoulders, neck, and head, while her lower body is hoisted up, every thrust causing her to rock against the mud beneath her.

"So, to make sure you understand, what is the first rule?"
 
The sister was in pain as her pussy was abused so by the massive xeno cock. Little soft human pussy, such a weak species, were human men so small to warrant such cunts? Not that the sister would ever know a human cock, not now.

She was crying out in and pain and discomfort as she was pinned between her rape and the blades to her neck. Her cunt over stuffed and abdomen bulging from the size of her organ. She wanted to tell her to fuck off, to tell her to die, but her face was red and her eyes rolled back as she tries her best just to hold it together.

“M-my body may be broken, b-but my soul will, be, aaaaa!” She screams out.
 
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"Wrong answer!" Shrike shrieked gleefully as she swiped at the sister's tits once more, her sharp claws leaving thin red lines that this time, crossed over her nipples. "One more try, you can do it!" Her voice was mocking, almost as if addressing a particularly slow child who she also happened to hate. "What. Is. The. First. RULE?!" Each word was punctuated by a hard thrust as she gripped the sister's hips, slamming into her and pulling her down onto her cock with every thrust.

"Last chance before I cut your tongue out and render your mouth the useless throat-pussy it is."
 
The sister crying out as blood dripped from the thin cuts. Her sensitive little nipple had a bead of blood that one, if perhaps color blind, could mistake for a bead of milk given how large her breasts were. She had tears running down her face as her pussy was fucked and her tender breasts abused. A life training for war left so little time to train for this... a quick death... not a slow rape.

“Obey! Do as you say and obey!” She screams out crying like a little child. Scared and in pain as her pussy was forced to address so many new sensations. Her little cunt a mix of fluids and virgin blood as it was clear she was aroused. The body had its functions... a pussy and womb didn’t care if the cock breeding it was a willing lover or a vile rapist.
 
As the mewling little slut-nun starts to scream for her to obey her, Shrike slams home one last time, hilting her cock deep inside, ramming into the sister's cervix as she lets out a scream of her own: a shameless orgasmic crescendo as she starts to pump her cum into its new receptacle. On a baseline level, there is no way a human and an aeldari could ever interbreed, especially not with the Drukhari's already worn out reproduction.

However, the homonculi are clever, and the human genome is as easy to batter into submission as their bolter-bitches. It wouldn't be a true child, but a twisted, half drukhari-half mon'keigh abomination. One lacking both the intelligence and grace of the aeldari, and the strength of will and resourcefulness of mankind. "Haer'khine", is the aeldari word. It means "Empty vessel", reflecting the dim-witted, easily controlled spawn. They were considered a guilty pleasure or shameless secret back in Commoragh. Either you couldn't get real slaves, or you were some kind of pathetic fetishist, stooping far below your level.

But, desperate times called for desperate measures. She'd gotten the mod to earn a little extra on the side, but now it might save her life. Both mon'keigh and Haer'khine lived short lives. In just a decade or two she'd have an army...

With a sigh of relief, Shrike finally pulled out, leaving glistening cum to drip out of the gaping pussy. She patted the sister on the thigh and gave her a wicked smirk. "Since you are now carrying our child, I'll give you one more chance. What was the first rule?" As she spoke, she held up a clawed hand to her face, clicking the tips of the claws together as they sparked up, stating to glow with heat.
 
A bolter bitch was still just that... a bitch. A human female with a weak but... useful and adaptive womb. It was almost in dreadfully perfect sync that as her master climaxed so did she. The sister crying out, her back arching and her eyes rolling back as she feels her first orgasm. Her tight little human pussy squeezing and milking the Eldar cock for that thick aeldari semen.

Her body trembling, coated in sweat. Her pussy leaving her master’s cock coated in the fluids of her pussy as it pulls out from her... so much semen... so thick and heavy as it was free to ooze and drip from her little abused cunt. Pink lips and pale labia abused and now broken in for breeding.

“D-do as... d-do as you say... no m-matter what...” she says with gasping breath, stutters, broken... a woman raped and broken for the most part. Laying there as her master’s semen violated her egg...
 
Shrike crawled over the human until she was right above her, leaning in to kiss her possessively. By the time the drukhari pulled away, she had managed to slip a slave collar onto her. It was a sleek black thing, it's only ornamentation being some drukhari rune that a human probably couldn't decipher. The collar was attuned to an implant in Shrike's head, and would let her ensure obedience.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She rose, extracting her liquifier form the ground. "The second rule is that I don'y just own your body, I own your heart, your mind, and your soul. On that note, you need a name..." She visibly mulled this over for a minute. "I do like that derogatory nickname your own kind give you. Bolter Bitch." She shook her head, tutting, "No, that's more for you as a group." She suddenly remembered what her master had told her about identity's part in obedience training.

"Yes, all of you will be named Bolter Bitch until you distinguish yourself. And since you already have", she patted the sister's belly absently, "I think your new name is Broodslave. Yes, I like that...."
 
The sister was still out of it as the Eldar slipped her tongue in a deep kiss... more so raping her mouth then anything romantic or loving. Not that she could fight back against it. Even as the collar was put on she laid there panting as semen kept leaking from her. Not even trying to fight for her own name, only groaning softly as her master pats her somewhat swollen belly with her womb so full of Aeldari semen.

Eventually she gathers herself enough, still panting and mentally foggy, but she sat up a little with the aid of her elbows. She could finally see herself. See her legs weak and spread, still trembling some. See her abdomen swollen... the heavy feeling inside her... and see her once pure pussy... see that thick Aeldari spunk oozing out from her. "Brood... child... you... y-you bred me..." She said. Not so much a question, she believed it, but she knew she shouldn't believe it. That it shouldn't be possible. And it here she lay, eyes glancing to the massive cock that had fucked her, and back to her own slit used and now tainted by Aeldari life. "A child... inside me..." something primal in the back of her mind was telling her this was a good thing... what her body was made for.
 
"Oh, I think I may have scrambled your eggs a little too much there..." Shrike muttered in a concerned tone of voice as she watched Brooslave's pathetic attempts to communicate. Or sit up. "Oh well, at least I named you right. Doesn't seem like you'll be able to do that much more than be bred now." She shrugged. "Oh well." She pulled Broodslave up to her feet and ensured she could at least stand. "Now, to take down the rest of you."

Leading her latest acquisition by the hand, she set off north, towards the other sororitas.
 
She just needed time to recover is all. She would never be her old self again, but her master would be able to get some use out of her more then breeding... though when further along in their pregnancy human slaves did tend to become somewhat less useful.

The sister follows along behind her as her master leads the way. Her prize naked with semen leaking down her legs as they walked north to where the other sisters were. She stumbled a few times but eventually recovered enough strength in her legs to walk normally.

By the time they reached the outskirts of the new and still poorly built up camp it had become darker then naked human eyes were generally good for. Still, the four remaining sisters were armed. Taking them one at a time would be safer... maybe waiting and seeing if a opportunity arises... while enjoying her new broodslave some more.
 
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