Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Flash after flash, explosions slowly thorns the pirate ship apart, leaving a mess of debris forever floating in the cold space - no trace or memory of those left aboard, conscious of the ship's main engine detonation and their ending fate. Pirates always lives with the impending doom upon their necks, mostly by hands of authorities, but this time, instead of facing Imperial forces, they faced the alien. And they lost.
The male crew left behind found their way into oblivion, unaware the more terrifying - or more pleasing - end the female crew aboard will face, carefully captured by the Dark Eldar boarding party. The opposing males defending the pirate ship deserved deadly exotic blades and ammunition from the alien attackers, while the invaders dedicated a lot of time and effort to ensure the female crew be collected almost unharmed, subdued by stun weaponry, nets and glue webbing guns.
After bounty collected and pirate ship sabotaged, the alien space sailing engine floats into the dark void, silent and slowly, not intending to reach somewhere, but just giving time to its crew rejoice the capture. The survivors from pirate ship - all of them female - placed in line inside the hangar bay, among curvy-shaped and spiked drop ships and star fighter, captive's wrists chained to the ceiling by previous prepared restrains and hanging like meat in the market. A group of leather gagged and collared serfs of human and alien nature, carefully and filled by a religious-like dedication, clean the captive's bodies for any dirty or substance, using many-colored rags and bows of a translucent warmed unguent for such.
These servants wears a variety of loin-cloths or the lower part of string and thong bikinis, displaying female images on their garments, ancient corruption runes and profane inscriptions, all of them standing over high heeled variation of shoes, sandals and boots in pinkish tones, forming an army sexualized lustful-looking female workers serving to the Dark Eldar's purposes.
From distance, a trio comes to the hangar bay inspecting each one of the captives and in the way, they inspect the servants doings alike. The ruling one in the group is a tall woman - Dark Eldar herself - bearing an impossible long silver hair which would be dragging on the floor if not carefully taken as a bride's veil by two assistants. The woman in charge walks slowly, admiring the female shapes at the hangar from top of long, stiletto heeled black boots reaching up to thighs. Her entire body is marked by sinuous purple exotic drawings while her head exhibits a silver tiara displaying the circle attached to the quarter-moon shaped heraldry of Slaanesh. The perfect sculpted pale body of the alien tall woman remains naked for all other purpose - two perky orbs bouncing as she idly admires the chained prey.
The escorting pair is composed by a bob cut white haired woman with wide hips and and enlarged breasts followed by an Eldar girl with purple pig tailed hair, petit in shape. Both of them wearing long pink boots, they limit to silent nods to their mistress' comments about the captured females, each nod swaying golden profane symbols of Slaanesh hangingfrom slave collar on their necks.
The male crew left behind found their way into oblivion, unaware the more terrifying - or more pleasing - end the female crew aboard will face, carefully captured by the Dark Eldar boarding party. The opposing males defending the pirate ship deserved deadly exotic blades and ammunition from the alien attackers, while the invaders dedicated a lot of time and effort to ensure the female crew be collected almost unharmed, subdued by stun weaponry, nets and glue webbing guns.
After bounty collected and pirate ship sabotaged, the alien space sailing engine floats into the dark void, silent and slowly, not intending to reach somewhere, but just giving time to its crew rejoice the capture. The survivors from pirate ship - all of them female - placed in line inside the hangar bay, among curvy-shaped and spiked drop ships and star fighter, captive's wrists chained to the ceiling by previous prepared restrains and hanging like meat in the market. A group of leather gagged and collared serfs of human and alien nature, carefully and filled by a religious-like dedication, clean the captive's bodies for any dirty or substance, using many-colored rags and bows of a translucent warmed unguent for such.
These servants wears a variety of loin-cloths or the lower part of string and thong bikinis, displaying female images on their garments, ancient corruption runes and profane inscriptions, all of them standing over high heeled variation of shoes, sandals and boots in pinkish tones, forming an army sexualized lustful-looking female workers serving to the Dark Eldar's purposes.
From distance, a trio comes to the hangar bay inspecting each one of the captives and in the way, they inspect the servants doings alike. The ruling one in the group is a tall woman - Dark Eldar herself - bearing an impossible long silver hair which would be dragging on the floor if not carefully taken as a bride's veil by two assistants. The woman in charge walks slowly, admiring the female shapes at the hangar from top of long, stiletto heeled black boots reaching up to thighs. Her entire body is marked by sinuous purple exotic drawings while her head exhibits a silver tiara displaying the circle attached to the quarter-moon shaped heraldry of Slaanesh. The perfect sculpted pale body of the alien tall woman remains naked for all other purpose - two perky orbs bouncing as she idly admires the chained prey.
The escorting pair is composed by a bob cut white haired woman with wide hips and and enlarged breasts followed by an Eldar girl with purple pig tailed hair, petit in shape. Both of them wearing long pink boots, they limit to silent nods to their mistress' comments about the captured females, each nod swaying golden profane symbols of Slaanesh hangingfrom slave collar on their necks.