Slaverun

[BlackRaptor93]

Angels of Lust - Slaverun

The assault was going as planned.

 

Just three hours ago, the Angels of Lust had dropped from orbit and attacked the Prison site on Ryma four. However, this was mealy to gather slaves, not a full blown assault, and as such, few troops had been committed to the attack and those that were had done so voluntarily… to please the mistress, none the less.

 

From a hill to the north of the prison complex, a tall figure gazed down into the battle below. The guardsmen tasked to defend the prison where putting up a good fight, but they reacted to slow, moved as though trapped in oil… hardly a challenge at all.

 

The Sorcerer turned his head away from the battle, each explosion or scream sending waves of pleasure through his body. He shuddered lightly, gripping his staff tight as he offered a silent prayer to his patron, the Dark Prince Slaanesh for this opportunity. The mark of Slaanesh on his shoulder pad glinted in the sunlight, golden and strong.

 

There was movement behind the Sorcerer, but he did not turn around. He knew who it was simply by the way they moved.

 

“Clit’an” said a soft, smooth voice, silky and sensual, that sent another wave of pleasure through the sorcerer’s armoured body.

 

“Yes Mistress?” Clit’an asked, his voice almost robotic coming through the speakers on his helmet.

 

“How goes the assault?” she asked, stepping beside the sorcerer.

 

Although she was shorter than the sorcerer, Becktell Palliman commanded absolute authority. Her short, brown hair waved gently in the wind, her green eyes piercing yet sensitive, her body the vision of perfection. She wore very little, the mark of Slaanesh engraved on her beautiful body. It was said Slaanesh itself kept her from harm, and after fighting beside her in so many battles, Clit’an could safely say this was true.

 

She was not a Space Marine like himself, but she was more than a match for one in combat, her Daemon blade sending foes into pleasured comas from which they could never awaken from.

 

Clit’an risked a glance at her as she gazed over the complex below, before he spoke.

 

“The assault goes well, Mistress” He said, smiling under his helmet “Our forces have gained entrance to the prison, under my guidance, and are in the process of eliminating the guards.” He gestured down below to where a squad of Noise Marines where ripping guards apart with their sonic blasters, howling from the sound. “You shall have your slaves soon enough, Mistress” he said, bowing his head.

 

“Good, you shall be rewarded after this, Clit’an” Becktell said, a smile on her face.

 

Under his helmet, Clit’an smiled to, knowing what she would do to reward him. She started to walk down the hill towards the complex, probably to choose suitable slaves and partake in the last bits of bloodshed.

 

Clit’an was not far behind.