Editing Saving Selena (section)

==Part Two==
Selena awoke in a sumptuous apartment. The walls and bed were draped in silk, and the floor was of some brilliantly colored material that she had never seen. It seemed to shimmer as the eye passed over it, and even changed color in the corners of the eyes. She sat up and rubbed her hands absent-mindedly over her naked body as the memories of the previous days flooded into her waking mind.

After having been rescued by the Emperor’s Children Astartes named Hygrum, she had been taken as his favored concubine and elevated to a status of respect she could not have expected, seeing as how her only real duty was to pleasure her master. Hygrum was a powerful Astartes and leader of his own pleasure-seeking warband, and as his mistress, Selena suddenly found herself in a far higher position than she had been in her Imperial Guard regiment. Despite the mind-altering drugs and sense-challenging pleasure she had partaken of recently, she kept thinking back to her experience with the Tyranid lictor. Perhaps it had done something to her.

She also kept thinking back to her old life as an Imperial Guardsman.

She was not a creature of Chaos yet, but she was torn between the heights of pleasure she had recently found and the stubborn loyalty that was as much a part of her as her finely formed breasts. Which, she noted with amusement, seemed to have gotten slightly bigger lately.

At least her hair was still short.

She stretched her arms in the air. The drugs, sex, and general revelry must be good for her, she mused, as she noted her body was as smooth and taut as ever. Good for fighting, as always. Though in the Slaaneshi warband, fighting was no longer her vocation.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, put on a multi-hued robe, and walked outside as she begun thinking about what her future held. Things were going well for her now from an enjoyment standpoint, but she couldn’t be satisfied. Some part of her railed against the heresy that she was partaking in, and the same part of her railed against the control pleasure had recently gained over her. She was torn, and the fight was so far quite even.

She wandered outside, and sat on the balcony. Hygrum's quarters were situated on the edge of a small cliff that sat about forty meters above a beautiful grassland. The twenty or so Astartes and hundreds of cultists in the warband had preserved this part of the planet from the Tyranids, and for the most part did not have to fight very hard to keep it safe. As Hygrum had mentioned to her numerous times as she lay in his surprisingly soft embrace: the Tyranids were blessed by Slaanesh and almost completely occupied with the remaining Imperial forces on the planet. The true threat to the Slaaneshi warband was the Adepta Sororitas Commandery that had landed on the planet recently: Hygrum’s forces would be their first target.

One thing Hygrum had not explained to her was how he had rescued her from the Tentaclictor and the Tyranid spire. She had assumed he had fought to rescue her from there, but she couldn’t be sure. He was not telling her something, and she was at a loss to explain why he saw fit to hide it from her. Not that it mattered: she was more interested in the Si-
“Mistress Selena”. The huge "man" who addressed her was one of Hygrum’s Astartes, one of the least attractive members of the warband and one who would probably be more at home taking skulls for that boor (as Hygrum put it), Khorne. The Chaos marine, named Geld, found his pleasure in battle, and Selena couldn’t find it in her to like him. He was, after all, a real bastard.
“Hygrum wants you to be kept safe, so I’m going to be taking you back inside.”
“What is it?”
Geld sneered: “The Emperor’s whores are coming”.

Selena was ill at ease staying in Hygrum’s quarters while he and his soldiers fought against the Emperor's Witch Hunters. Not long ago she would have been on the other side of this engagement, and in the frontlines. She was a fighter at heart, and she was beginning to miss the feel of a lasgun in her hands.

A thought occurred to her. What would the Battle Sisters think if they found her here? Would they have any mercy for an ex-Guardsman who found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time? If her past experiences with these zealots were any indication, they would probably forgive her readily. It’s just that very few people wanted to experience forgiveness by the Witch Hunters, her included.

Hygrum suddenly came stalking into the room, his armor scarred and bloody. His eyes were alight with the fire of battle, and he grabbed her arm and dragged her outside without saying a word, badly bruising her arm. She didn’t object, however: she could handle pain. Without warning, Hygrum hit her across the head, quite lightly considering his strength. She fell into darkness.
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She woke up in an all-too familiar place, but this time she was not alone. Embedded and bound by fleshy-bindings into the soft walls of a similar but not identical Tyranid spire, Selena was once again naked and sweating. With her were two defiant, tough looking women whose facial tattoo’s marked them quite clearly as Battle Sisters of the Adepta Sororitas. Selena leaned forward to have a better look at them, and was surprised to find that her bindings were loose. She pulled herself free, falling out of her socket in the wall and onto the floor. One of the Battle Sisters spoke:
“Release us, heathen! Do not delay your penitence!”
Selena was unsure how to respond. By their definition, a heathen she definitely was. However, in her own mind, she had done nothing wrong; simply partaken in some excesses that had, to be fair, been forced upon her anyway. She held no grudge against the Emperor’s servants either.

She was saved the trouble of giving an answer when a familiar creature stepped into the chamber. The lictor. The very same breed. And with it was a creature she recognized as a Zoanthrope.
“The Hive Mind finds you curious. Submit.”
The voice was obviously of a psychic origin, for it was not hers, and it was not remotely human. They were words, but they felt empty. Like there was nobody behind them. Just words. The Battle Sisters, however, obviously found the voice repulsive, and their muscles strained against their bindings to no avail.

Whatever the Hive Mind wanted here would go exactly as planned.

Selena suddenly found that her muscles were no longer under her control. She walked over to where one of the Sisters was struggling, kneeled, and began massaging her thighs. Selena vaguely felt a slight exertion of power on the part of the Zoanthrope, and suddenly the Sister was calm. She closed her eyes and smiled, body taut in anticipation of whatever was going to happen. Selena continued to massage.

The Lictor approached the second Sister and began to massage the spitting woman’s breasts with its tenticular arms. The Sister tried to kickout at the Lictor, but the Zoanthrope exerted some more of its power to calm her down. The Lictor continued to caress the second Sister’s breasts. 

Selena noted that the room was slowly becoming warmer. All three women were sweating profusely, and Selena was surprised at the sudden arousal she felt at the sight of the naked, glistening female in front of her. She stood to press her hands against the Sister’s breasts, and touched her mouth to her calmly breathing counterpart’s. The heaving of the Sister’s chest was slowly increasing. Selena let her hands run down the breasts, over the hard stomach, and back onto the thighs, as she slowly dropped to her knees. She then pressed her lips against the mouth of the Sister’s vagina. Her tongue slowly protruded from her mouth, and she moved it slowly along the inside of the Sister’s genitalia as her hands moved back and forth across her legs. The first Sister began to moan.

The second Sister, however, was experiencing sensation far closer to the level that Selena herself experienced at the hands of the Tyranids. The Lictor dropped to the floor, made a soft hissing noise, and wrapped its tentacled maw around the genitals of the second Sister. As it pressed several of its tentacles into the tight, now slightly wet, vagina and began to softly press around it, the Sister let out a sharp intake of breath. Her back began to arch, and she squealed softly. 

Selena’s head jerked and the Sister who she was inside of twitched with pleasure. One of the Lictor’s longer, tentacled arms had just inserted themselves between her legs, and entered her. The tentacle vibrated, and Selena gasped as she began to remember the pleasure that had so enthralled her before. Of her own volition, she began to share her sensuality with the Sister in front of her, quickly re-inserting her tongue and wildly thrashing it around inside, her lips sucking on the Sister’s outer genitals. The Sororitas shivered and began to excrete excess juices, wetting Selena’s lips. As if some unseen power accelerated her senses, the Sister closed her eyes and opened her mouth and moaned in an expression of pleasure that she had obviously never experienced.

The Lictor continued to pleasure both the second Sister and Selena. Selena began to grind her hips as the large tentacle inside of her reached further, the soft squelch of its movement serving to further excite her. Her body began to show her excitement as she dripped on the warm, fleshy floor. The Lictor had inserted most of its mouthy appendages into the second Sister and they pulsated inside of her. The Sister’s thrashed in her bindings, grinded her hot, sweaty body against the soft walls, licked her lips, moaned loudly, anything to heighten her sensation.

In response, the Lictor began to push further inside the woman, and as her breathing rate increased, her shining and wet breasts began to noticeably heave. The Sister’s eyes flickered and her back began to arch. The Lictor reached up and caressed her upper body and thighs with one of its free tentacles. The Sister gritted her teeth and moaned even more loudly. Her breathing rate continued to increase, her legs began to strain against their bindings, her hips began to grind powerfully against the Lictor’s tentacles. She gasped, the Lictor thrust inside of her, even further than it had before, and the Sister simply threw her head back and screamed as she climaxed, her built-up juices mixing with the Lictor’s lubrication and running in rivulets down her still-thrashing legs.
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The hairs on Selena’s neck stood on end in anticipation of such pleasure, and the Lictor quickly turned its attention to her as the second Sororitas screamed and grunted in the throes of penultimate pleasure. Before long, with more tentacles inside and around her own genitals, Selena pulled her head back from the legs of the first Sister, who licked her lips in her own brand of anticipation, and began to grunt. As the Lictor forced more tentacles inside of her, and further in, Selena began to massage her own clitoris with her wet fingers as her grunts became louder. Every small hair on her body stood up in end, the muscles of her entire inner thighs began to contract, pleasure juices dripped endlessly on to the ground, and Selena threw her head forward between the thighs of the Sister suspended in front of her as she screamed her endless pleasure. The Lictor continued to massage her most sensitive areas as the sensation continued to build, and Selena’s cries echoed around the room. She rubbed her hands up and down her sweating body and the Lictor continued to caress her outer genitalia to prolong the sensation. The last thing Selena saw before she passed out in blissful delight was the expectant face of the first Sister as the Lictor turned its attentions to her.

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Selena woke up once more in Hygrum’s room. This time, however, the two Battle Sisters were with her. They were still asleep. Selena, slightly confused, wandered outside. What in the Emperor’s name was going on?

Selena gasped. They were alone. Hygrum’s forces were no longer around, there was no sign of fighting with the Sisters of Battle, and there was nothing of the Tyranids to be seen. There was, however, an odd light shining off in the distance. Selena set off towards it.


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