Naomi's Suffering

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Sister Naomi was stressed out, she had been working several shifts in a row, the countless companies of guardsmen were here to fight off yet another 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 wrought havoc across the planet. Orbital bombardments 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 from the bodies, as if trying to plug the rip in the materium with the corpses.

Sister Naomi and several other sisters of her order had been assigned to care for the regiment as it fought in this costly campaign. She was not one of the better known sisters, the Orders Militant, warriors of the church. Sisters from the Orders Hospitallers were trained in the healing arts, renowned for their prowess, capable of healing even some of the most grievous injuries with ease and bringing the mortally wounded back onto their feet. As with all of the Adepta Sororitas, they were a precious resource and favors had to be called in for their presence.

Naomi wore simple, white and obscuring robes, keeping in touch with the modesty of her order. Her long black hair was kept beneath her simple headwear. The battle raged on outside with the sisters set up somewhat behind the front lines, ensuring their safety. She had discarded the heavy carapace armor, she was far enough back to not fear any attacks and her gun was kept in a cabinet. To lose a sister due to carelessness would call the eye of the Inquisition or the Ecclesiarchy on the hapless commander who had requested them.

Naomi had treated the last of the minor injuries before her. The guardsmen had left her tent and went back to the frontlines, leaving her with only a single comatose guardsman. 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 seemed to be an already 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 been so close to a corrupted servant of chaos before. She snapped out of her panic and tried to back towards the cabinet, hoping to reach her self-defense kit which she had foolishly packed away. She only managed to get a single desperate hand onto the handle before she was grabbed and ripped violently away.

He threw her forcefully 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 paralysis 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 slimy, and eyes burning with unbridled lust.

He ripped her robe off, roughly 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 required to be chaste, though Hospitallers of her order tried hard to keep their bodies pure and free from disease. But for this to happen, it was breaking her personal vow to the Emperor to stay pure for him. His hands grasped her petite breasts 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 forced 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 rear. She dared to open her eyes 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. Satisfied with its work, it grabbed Naomi, her suffering had just begun.

Naomi felt the pain. Her defiled body, leaking corrupt seed from her womanhood and ass, felt somewhat warm. Her womb slowly absorbed the corrupted seed. Soon she woke up, only to find herself chained to a table, arms and legs spread.

"Seems our newest toy has woken up."

Naomi saw a black robed female, walking out of darkness. Purple mark of Slanessh engraved on the back of her robes. Her eyes had been glowing with warp energies.

"Heretic!"

Naomi spat though it fell short. Woman just chuckled.

"Its good you have sych vigour, you will serve me well."

"Never"

Woman just ignored her. Instead she took of her robe, revealing her naked body. She had long dark hair and purple eyes. Her skin was smooth, pale and covered with eldritch words and icons of Slaneesh. Her belly, large and bloated seemed to be only imperfection. Her bellybutton had mutated into long slit tracing along her abdomen. Multiple veins were visible, throbbing.

"What are you?"

Woman smiled.

"I am a servant to pleasure, slave to lust. I am the Queen"

With that Queen walked towards Naomi. Naomi tried to struggle, and get free but chains held her in place. She watched in horror as tentacles came out from Queen's womanhood. Purple slimy and thick tentacles which were longer than someones arm. Queen climbed onto the table she was chained on. Her bloated belly was pressed against hers. Naomi felt one of the tentacles prodding her entrances while another one searched for her asshole. Naomi struggled madly. Queen annoyed with this, plunged her tentacles in, penetrating her and invading her both holes. Naomi screamed and wimpered as more and more tentacles joined, stretching her ass and pussy....