Naomi's Suffering

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Sister Naomi was stressed out, she had been working several shifts in a row, the guardsmen were here to fight off an invasion of chaos and she could not rest while injured guardsman were still in need of her care. Twisted daemons from the warp materialized and wrecked havoc across Cadia. Orbital strikes had no effect on this shifting enemy, forcing the commanders to fight yet another long and costly ground war, draining the limited resources of the battered Imperium. Company after company built encampments and walls of bodies, as if trying to plug the rip in the materium with corpses.

Sister Naomi and several other sisters of her order had been assigned to care for the 78th cadian regiment as it fought in this costly campaign. She was a Sister Hospitaller unlike the other better known sisters, otherwise known as the Orders Militant. The reason being because was that she was not a fighter. Orders Hospitallers were trained in the healing arts, renowned for their prowess, fully healing even some of the most grievous injuries and bringing the mortally wounded back onto their feet. As with all of the Adepta Sororitas, they were a precious resource and high favors had to be called in to get them.

Naomi wore simple, white robes, and, though they did their best, her figure was not completely ruined. Her long black hair was kept coiled underneath her simple headwear and her lightly tanned skin and petite breasts were obscured beneath the flowing robes. The battle raged on outside with the sisters set up behind the front lines, ensuring their safety. To lose a sister due to carelessness would call the eye of the Inquisition on the hapless commander who had requested them. They didn't take kindly to hapless commanders losing Sisters through incompetence.

Naomi had treated the last of the minor injuries. The guardsman had left her tent, leaving her with only a single comatose guardsman. Her medical servo skull hovered behind her, carrying her basic medical tools. She began to examine the extent of his injuries. Blackened skin was present where he had been burned, but on the edges there looked like something else. She bent closer to investigate it and, as she removed more of the cloth, the skin was looking increasingly strange. Naomi had never seen anything like it; it was slightly slimy and appeared at first glance to be infected skin. She removed more of the damaged cloth and slowly lifted off the heavy flak jacket. The pattern continued around the body. It was starting to look oddly familiar, something that had been covered in her training. With a gasp, she raised her hand to her mouth and tried to back away. It was a heretical and corrupting symbol of chaos.

The body lurched upright and she saw a crazed look in its eyes. He had been infected by chaos and was already a willing servant. He staggered slowly towards her, the unsteady movements increasing the terror. Naomi couldn't move in her state of shock. She had never seen a corrupted servant of chaos before. She snapped out of her panic and tried to back towards the cabinet where the emergency self-defense kit was stored. Although she was light on her feet, she only managed to get a single desperate hand onto the handle before she was grabbed from behind and ripped violently away. He threw her to the ground and gave a grunt of satisfaction. The bulge in his pants made itself apparent as it started to grow. Naomi was in a state of shock as she tried to contemplate what he was going to do. She tried to scream and plead for help, but as she tried a hand was forced roughly over her mouth. The bulge started to squirm around until it burst through the fabric. She knew the basic structure of male anatomy from her training, but this was engorged and twisted beyond recognition, only bearing a passing resemblance in rough shape. It twisted and coiled as if it had a life of its own with weird protrusions growing from it. His body was already being altered by the taint of chaos with hands turning into claws, skin becoming pallid and mucous-covered, and eyes glazing with unbridled lust.

He ripped her robe off, tearing the fabric and exposing her naked form to the pale glow of the flickering glow-sticks. Naomi trembled with fear and disgust of what was going to transpire. Sisters were not traditionally chaste. Hospitaller were not as wild as the Militants, but they still found time for pleasure. But they did draw a line, and to lay with a man was considered breaking the sacred vow to the Emperor. His hand grasped her breast roughly and squeezed, claws digging into the supple flesh. She had never felt pain and humiliation like this before. The writhing beast brought itself into position, squirming in anticipation. He thrust roughly forward, burying himself deep inside her. It wormed its way in and began to pulsate to a sick rhythm. Naomi felt the potential pleasure flowing through her, but she couldn't even think of enjoying it. Being defiled and violated by a servant of chaos was disgusting and degrading. The guardsman increased the strength of his thrusts, saliva dripping out of his mouth onto the restrained sister, bestial grunts showing his pleasure at Naomi's disgrace and abuse. Tears streamed down her face. Her cries for help reduced to mere whimpers as she tried to distance herself from the situation. The torture only got worse, with his chaotic gift increasing in size and changing shape with each passing moment. She felt a tentacle starting to toy with her asshole. She dared to look up and saw thrashing tentacles extending from his nether regions. They were running over her body, searching for new orifices to violate and deflower for Slaanesh. With a cry of pain, she felt her ass being desecrated as multiple tentacles began to force their way in, each with its own twisted agenda. Naomi's pains increased as they began stuffing themselves in places that were never meant to be touched. One had slithered up to her bladder, knotting itself as it searched for new ways to befoul her. The grunts had reached a crescendo; she felt the beast swell inside her. With a howl, he climaxed. She felt herself filled in every orifice. He pulled it out and groaned, splashing the chaotic seed on her once pristine body. He left the broken and sloppy body of the sister lying on the ground as he searched for new prey to debauch for his lord.

Naomi felt the pain. She could barely move after being invaded and ravished by chaos. It was a shame no sister could live with. She slowly dragged her body over to the nearby cabinet. She struggled to turn the handle with her shaking hands; they searched for the only tool that could save her soul now. She leaned against the cabinet and raised the bolt pistol. She lifted the large barrel to her mouth and squeezed the trigger with a shaking finger. The explosive shell impacted bone. Everything went black for Naomi as the back of her head was blown clean off, spraying the tent wall in a grisly fashion. Naomi's remnants and stump of a head fell forward with the rest of her body.

She was saved.