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	Another /tg/ request to fill the void of [[Dark Eldar]] related fapfics. This one involves the ever-fappable [[Lelith Hesperax]] breaking in an Acolyte. It contains humiliation, pet-play, and other BDSM elements, as well as a tantalizing look at the Queen of Commorragh's private life.		Another /tg/ request to fill the void of [[Dark Eldar]] related fapfics. This one involves the ever-fappable [[Lelith Hesperax]] breaking in an Acolyte. It contains humiliation, pet-play, and other BDSM elements, as well as a tantalizing look at the Queen of Commorragh's private life. (though, for the record, if you are of the sort who demand coherent plot in their porn then make sure to separate this from mainline canon in your head, as there are elements which will not mesh)

	=Prologue=		=Prologue=

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Chapter Three

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	“What are you…” Avitus stammered as he found himself lowered from the chair and placed onto the floor. His limbs as they were, he had little purchase to move except on stumps, but that was the least of his concern. His host had thrown the remaining rope up near the overhead light, apparently latching the two strands around a hook hidden there.		“What are you…” Avitus stammered as he found himself lowered from the chair and placed onto the floor. His limbs as they were, he had little purchase to move except on stumps, but that was the least of his concern. His host had thrown the remaining rope up near the overhead light, apparently latching the two strands around a hook hidden there.

	“Now…” Lelith murmured, easily picking him up like a child. “You and I are going to experience the ~~Dark Eldar~~ version of the missionary position…”		“Now…” Lelith murmured, easily picking him up like a child. “You and I are going to experience the Drukhari version of the missionary position…”

	She attached the four ends of the rope hanging from the ceiling to his existing binds, then stood back to admire her handiwork. It had been quite some time since she had had the opportunity to practice her rope work, but she was pleased with the result. The mon’keigh was left suspended several feet above the air, swaying gently as his limbs involuntarily strained against their restraints. Ignoring his grunts of discomfort, Lelith removed the rest of her armaments adorning her lower body.		She attached the four ends of the rope hanging from the ceiling to his existing binds, then stood back to admire her handiwork. It had been quite some time since she had had the opportunity to practice her rope work, but she was pleased with the result. The mon’keigh was left suspended several feet above the air, swaying gently as his limbs involuntarily strained against their restraints. Ignoring his grunts of discomfort, Lelith removed the rest of her armaments adorning her lower body.

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	None of that compared to what awaited them on the third vessel, however. Glaring at the viewscreen, Lelith repeated her statement, trying to maintain her composure in front of her subordinates. Before the Succubus were images of herself, all in picture frames adorning the walls. Most she recognized as being from pict-recordings in the brief moments where she was visible during raids, but there were a few that truly disturbed even her.		None of that compared to what awaited them on the third vessel, however. Glaring at the viewscreen, Lelith repeated her statement, trying to maintain her composure in front of her subordinates. Before the Succubus were images of herself, all in picture frames adorning the walls. Most she recognized as being from pict-recordings in the brief moments where she was visible during raids, but there were a few that truly disturbed even her.

	“Stop. Pick up that one there,” she ordered, biting her lip in anger as the Wych in question did as she was told. The Wych held up the framed picture so that it filled the viewscreen, causing those few on the bridge with Lelith to snicker. It was an extremely candid shot of her bathing, somehow obtained from her private residence. From the angle, Lelith guessed that the camera had to have been hidden in the mirror across from her bathtub, but that was the least of her concerns. Storming out of the bridge, she barked several orders as her underlings continued to fail at suppressing their laughter at the image of her having a bubble bath, complete with rose petals, candles, and ~~complete~~ with a rubber ducky.		“Stop. Pick up that one there,” she ordered, biting her lip in anger as the Wych in question did as she was told. The Wych held up the framed picture so that it filled the viewscreen, causing those few on the bridge with Lelith to snicker. It was an extremely candid shot of her bathing, somehow obtained from her private residence. From the angle, Lelith guessed that the camera had to have been hidden in the mirror across from her bathtub, but that was the least of her concerns. Storming out of the bridge, she barked several orders as her underlings continued to fail at suppressing their laughter at the image of her having a bubble bath, complete with rose petals, candles, and topped off with a rubber ducky.

	By the time Lelith reached the boarding party on the freighter, she had decided that she would be personally flaying every member of her former Security staff for allowing this to happen. She was still debating whether to maim those who had seen the picture, but that would come later. Striding past the lower-ranking Wyches, Lelith led the raiding party onwards down the corridor. Each additional meter served to increase her rage, which caused the women following her to shrink back. Finally reaching the entrance to the main cargo hold, Lelith planted her bladed heels into the deckplate, legs shoulder-width apart as she glared at a note left on the doorway:		By the time Lelith reached the boarding party on the freighter, she had decided that she would be personally flaying every member of her former Security staff for allowing this to happen. She was still debating whether to maim those who had seen the picture, but that would come later. Striding past the lower-ranking Wyches, Lelith led the raiding party onwards down the corridor. Each additional meter served to increase her rage, which caused the women following her to shrink back. Finally reaching the entrance to the main cargo hold, Lelith planted her bladed heels into the deckplate, legs shoulder-width apart as she glared at a note left on the doorway:

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	None of that compared to what awaited them on the third vessel, however. Glaring at the viewscreen, Lelith repeated her statement, trying to maintain her composure in front of her subordinates. Before the Succubus were images of herself, all in picture frames adorning the walls. Most she recognized as being from pict-recordings in the brief moments where she was visible during raids, but there were a few that truly disturbed even her.		None of that compared to what awaited them on the third vessel, however. Glaring at the viewscreen, Lelith repeated her statement, trying to maintain her composure in front of her subordinates. Before the Succubus were images of herself, all in picture frames adorning the walls. Most she recognized as being from pict-recordings in the brief moments where she was visible during raids, but there were a few that truly disturbed even her.

	“Stop. Pick up that one there,” she ordered, biting her lip in anger as the Wych in question did as she was told. The Wych held up the framed picture so that it filled the viewscreen, causing those few on the bridge with Lelith to snicker. It was an extremely candid shot of her bathing, somehow obtained from her private residence. From the angle, Lelith guessed that the camera had to have been hidden in the mirror across from her bathtub, but that was the least of her concerns. Storming out of the bridge, she barked several orders as her underlings continued to fail at suppressing their laughter at the image of her having a bubble bath, complete with rose petals, candles, and a rubber ~~duck~~.		“Stop. Pick up that one there,” she ordered, biting her lip in anger as the Wych in question did as she was told. The Wych held up the framed picture so that it filled the viewscreen, causing those few on the bridge with Lelith to snicker. It was an extremely candid shot of her bathing, somehow obtained from her private residence. From the angle, Lelith guessed that the camera had to have been hidden in the mirror across from her bathtub, but that was the least of her concerns. Storming out of the bridge, she barked several orders as her underlings continued to fail at suppressing their laughter at the image of her having a bubble bath, complete with rose petals, candles, and complete with a rubber ducky.

	By the time Lelith reached the boarding party on the freighter, she had decided that she would be personally flaying every member of her former Security staff for allowing this to happen. She was still debating whether to maim those who had seen the picture, but that would come later. Striding past the lower-ranking Wyches, Lelith led the raiding party onwards down the corridor. Each additional meter served to increase her rage, which caused the women following her to shrink back. Finally reaching the entrance to the main cargo hold, Lelith planted her bladed heels into the deckplate, legs shoulder-width apart as she glared at a note left on the doorway:		By the time Lelith reached the boarding party on the freighter, she had decided that she would be personally flaying every member of her former Security staff for allowing this to happen. She was still debating whether to maim those who had seen the picture, but that would come later. Striding past the lower-ranking Wyches, Lelith led the raiding party onwards down the corridor. Each additional meter served to increase her rage, which caused the women following her to shrink back. Finally reaching the entrance to the main cargo hold, Lelith planted her bladed heels into the deckplate, legs shoulder-width apart as she glared at a note left on the doorway:

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Chapter Four

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	==Chapter Four==		==Chapter Four==
	A myriad of senses crept into Avitus’ mind as he found himself slowly awakening. Every muscle in his body was on fire, practically and literally cramped after being subjected to the “pleasure” that was his Mistress’ hospitality. The acolyte had lost track of time after the third time he had been made to cum, but Avitus hazarded a guess that he had been a glorified human swing for close to several hours before he had passed out. All the while, Lelith had not once cum, or, at least, had not admitted to doing so. She merely continued to purr and scratch at him, which served to both put him in his place and keep him aroused far more than any human ~~any~~ any business being. Still, as Avitus cracked open his eyes wearily, he couldn’t help but smile at remembering the one time his Mistress had bit her lip and gone silent for a few minutes.		A myriad of senses crept into Avitus’ mind as he found himself slowly awakening. Every muscle in his body was on fire, practically and literally cramped after being subjected to the “pleasure” that was his Mistress’ hospitality. The acolyte had lost track of time after the third time he had been made to cum, but Avitus hazarded a guess that he had been a glorified human swing for close to several hours before he had passed out. All the while, Lelith had not once cum, or, at least, had not admitted to doing so. She merely continued to purr and scratch at him, which served to both put him in his place and keep him aroused far more than any human any business being. Still, as Avitus cracked open his eyes wearily, he couldn’t help but smile at remembering the one time his Mistress had bit her lip and gone silent for a few minutes.

	The sight that met the acolyte was not at all what he had expected. Instead of the cold, gray, featureless room, he was instead looking out at a rather ornate and regal bedroom. The floors were made of what looked to be pure mahogany, and the walls plastered with a majestic shade of red. Sheer glass windows punctuated the wallpaper, offering a view of the twilight-colored spires of Commorragh outside. The furniture in the room was similarly magnificent: an imposing wooden dresser that could have held a suit of power armor, several chests made of pure wraithbone, and several full length mirrors to name a few. It took a moment for Avitus to realize he was viewing all of this not from a bed, but from floor-level. In fact, as he turned his head (warranting a twinge of pain as he did), he came to realize he was laying curled up in an oversized dog bed. It was a rather comfy sort of thing, but the curved shape and large paw print adorning the center of the crimson fabric made it very clear the bed’s original purpose. Grumbling somewhat at this revelation, Avitus’ eyes were drawn upwards to the actual bed which his own lay at the foot of. What he saw momentarily baffled him.		The sight that met the acolyte was not at all what he had expected. Instead of the cold, gray, featureless room, he was instead looking out at a rather ornate and regal bedroom. The floors were made of what looked to be pure mahogany, and the walls plastered with a majestic shade of red. Sheer glass windows punctuated the wallpaper, offering a view of the twilight-colored spires of Commorragh outside. The furniture in the room was similarly magnificent: an imposing wooden dresser that could have held a suit of power armor, several chests made of pure wraithbone, and several full length mirrors to name a few. It took a moment for Avitus to realize he was viewing all of this not from a bed, but from floor-level. In fact, as he turned his head (warranting a twinge of pain as he did), he came to realize he was laying curled up in an oversized dog bed. It was a rather comfy sort of thing, but the curved shape and large paw print adorning the center of the crimson fabric made it very clear the bed’s original purpose. Grumbling somewhat at this revelation, Avitus’ eyes were drawn upwards to the actual bed which his own lay at the foot of. What he saw momentarily baffled him.
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	The bed, like the rest of the furniture, was made up of a rare material one would not normally expect to find in the Dark City. A shadowy oak, in this case. Though it was larger than any king-sized bed Avitus had ever seen, the way it was covered simply confused him. The mattress was adorned with extremely pink, silken sheets, along with a multitude of frilly pillows. There was even a stuffed grox resting among the numerous cushions, like one might expect to find a teddy bear in a child’s bedroom. All in all, not exactly the sort of bed one expected a Dark Eldar to have, much less the Queen of Commorragh. Groggy as his thought process was, it took a moment for Avitus to comprehend that Lelith was nowhere to be seen. He had the entire room to himself for the moment, which brought him a strange sense of comfort. Sure, he was practically the prisoner of a sadistic xenos, with no hope of rescue, but at least he hadn’t awoken to find himself strapped to another chair or table.		The bed, like the rest of the furniture, was made up of a rare material one would not normally expect to find in the Dark City. A shadowy oak, in this case. Though it was larger than any king-sized bed Avitus had ever seen, the way it was covered simply confused him. The mattress was adorned with extremely pink, silken sheets, along with a multitude of frilly pillows. There was even a stuffed grox resting among the numerous cushions, like one might expect to find a teddy bear in a child’s bedroom. All in all, not exactly the sort of bed one expected a Dark Eldar to have, much less the Queen of Commorragh. Groggy as his thought process was, it took a moment for Avitus to comprehend that Lelith was nowhere to be seen. He had the entire room to himself for the moment, which brought him a strange sense of comfort. Sure, he was practically the prisoner of a sadistic xenos, with no hope of rescue, but at least he hadn’t awoken to find himself strapped to another chair or table.

	Left to his own devices, Avitus tried his best to work the tension out of his weary body. Stretching best he could, the acolyte marveled at how well his body had held up to what he was sure was only the tip of the iceberg. The thought of what might lie in store for him both scared and aroused him, the latter of which made him blush profusely. It was true, he had been rather “prepared” for this task by his Inquisitor, but the fact that such deviancy had taken root in him was something Avitus was still struggling to accept. Before being plucked from his studies in the Schola Progenium, the acolyte had been extremely sheltered. Back then, he might have cringed at the thought of being made to have sex with someone, let alone be their pet! As these feelings and memories washed over him, Avitus couldn’t help but shiver before curling back up into a ball. His rest, however, would be short lived.		Left to his own devices, Avitus tried his best to work the tension out of his weary body. Stretching best he could, the acolyte marveled at how well his body had held up to what he was sure was only the tip of the iceberg. The thought of what might lie in store for him both scared and aroused him, the latter of which made him blush profusely. It was true, he had been rather “prepared” for this task by his Inquisitor, but the fact that such deviancy had taken root in him was something Avitus was still struggling to accept. Before being plucked from his studies in the Schola Progenium, the acolyte had been extremely sheltered. Back then, he might have cringed at the thought of being made to have sex with someone, let alone be their pet! As these feelings and memories washed over him, Avitus couldn’t help but shiver before curling back up into a ball. His rest, however, would be short lived.

	==Chapter Five==		==Chapter Five==

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	A week had passed since Avitus’ first session of denial. Much to the acolyte’s simultaneous dismay and delight, each day had started with a different form of orgasm control. Following the countless hours of not being allowed to cum, his Mistress had exposed him to more Dark Eldar sex positions, all just as alluringly agonizing as the first. Though Avitus was scared to admit it, the “shining spear-crouching scorpion” had been the highlight of their debauchery thus far, despite the dull pain that still lingered in his thighs. Such pain was easily ignored, however, given the almost motherly care and concern that seemed to radiate from Lelith this morning.		A week had passed since Avitus’ first session of denial. Much to the acolyte’s simultaneous dismay and delight, each day had started with a different form of orgasm control. Following the countless hours of not being allowed to cum, his Mistress had exposed him to more Dark Eldar sex positions, all just as alluringly agonizing as the first. Though Avitus was scared to admit it, the “shining spear-crouching scorpion” had been the highlight of their debauchery thus far, despite the dull pain that still lingered in his thighs. Such pain was easily ignored, however, given the almost motherly care and concern that seemed to radiate from Lelith this morning.

	“You seem...brighter than usual,” he offered, slowly taking up his cup of recaf from the tray. To his surprise, this elicited a small blush from his Mistress.		“You seem...brighter than usual,” he offered, slowly taking up his cup of [[recaf]] from the tray. To his surprise, this elicited a small blush from his Mistress.

	“I thought we could enjoy a normal meal...for once. Not that I don’t love our little ‘eating competitions,’ mind you!” Lelith blurted, quickly reaching for her own cup and burying her face in it.		“I thought we could enjoy a normal meal...for once. Not that I don’t love our little ‘eating competitions,’ mind you!” Lelith blurted, quickly reaching for her own cup and burying her face in it.