Hesperax's Pet

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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, but does have the occasional feel and glimpse into what it is to be the Succubus of the Cult of Strife.

Prologue

“…What in the actual fuck am I looking at?”

Ever since the trio of freighters had shown up on sensors, Lelith Hesperax had felt uneasy. They were too easy a target: undefended, no armaments, seemingly unmanned saved a few crew members and servitors. Plus, the vessels had seemingly been waiting for her small raiding fleet, drifting in space nearby one of their more commonly-used Webway exits. They reeked of a trap, but temptation got the better of the Succubus.

After ordering one of her smaller detachments of Bloodbrides aboard, Lelith had watched the entire breaching process from the bridge of her flagship. Again, it was too easy. No resistance offered, no mon’keighs scrambling about with their crude weapons, not even any alarms. The first two ships had been packed to the brim with various precious metals, raw materials, and other items which would fetch a high price back in Commorragh. In fact, upon entry, several servitors had rushed at her wyches, trying to offer out dataslates containing manifests. Of course, it wasn’t until after the fact, when the machines’ oily remains littered the floor, that said dataslates were even looked at.

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.

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:

“To my dearest Hesperax. Love, your secret admirer.”

Moments later, the door was ripped from its hinges and flung into the emptiness of the cargo hold. Lelith stood in the sheered door frame, fuming as she realized there was no trap waiting for her on the other side. Instead, all that was in the hold was a single man, bound spread-eagle and gagged against a metal slab elevated at a forty-five degree angle.

“LEAVE US!” barked Lelith, practically leaping over to the human in preparation to dismember him for being a part of this embarrassing affair. There was no glory in being given gifts, no honor in accepting prizes and affection that was freely given. She would burn this entire convoy, to make an example of those who thought they could tempt and insult her so easily. But first, she had to deal with the mon’keigh. Ripping the gag from the man’s face, Lelith flung back her razorflail, only to have her arm stopped by his words.

“Umm…Are you Ms. Hesperax? I…I’m Acolyte Avitus…and I’m here to…”

“I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU ARE HERE FOR, ONLY THAT YOU SUFFER FOR MY AMUSEMENT!” shrieked Lelith, flinging the whip across his flesh and opening a rather nasty gash in his chest. Grunting in pain, the acolyte continued to stammer.

“I’m supposed to tell you…message from the Inquisitor…”

Another lash, as the fire in her eyes increased. So she was being mocked by one of the Corpse-God’s insane followers? “He…he says…I’m to be your p…personal slave…and…”

“I DO NOT NEED ANOTHER SLAVE,” shot back Lelith, lowering her flail as she tried to calm herself. “What I NEED is a reason WHY I am being ridiculed in this way!”

Gulping, Avitus offered, “I…I don’t know…I was just told to either to do this or…or face summary execution…”

“Worthless. Worthless SCUM,” she spat, turning and leaving the hold. As she passed her wyches on the way back to her own ship, she ordered, “Bring the mon’keigh, along with enough spoils to warrant a return trip. Then, burn this entire convoy. I will be dealing with the mon’keigh *personally* when we get back to Commorragh.”

Chapter One

When Avitus awoke, he found himself strapped to a chair in the middle of a stark gray room. Square in design, and small in size, the only fixture besides the door was a single light directly above him. Like the walls and door, the chair he was bound to was made of a featureless, cold metal that seemed to sap his willpower. Struggling, the acolyte tried to free himself to little success, only to be interrupted when the door swung open.

“Hmph, already awake I see…” scoffed the supple-bodied alien as she stepped inside. Though Avitus had spent weeks trapped onboard the freighter containing countless homages to her, seeing Lelith like this was still a sight to behold. Clad in her wychsuit, the Succubus lived up to her title, if only by appearance alone. Little was left to imagination: her lush breasts were contained by a string bra, and her womanhood by a similarly scant adornment. The dark fabric was a stark contrast to her pale flesh, which was further amplified by armored thigh-highs, garterbelt, and a single arm sleeve. She was barefoot, and her fiery hair was kept from her angular face by a strict ponytail. To top it all off, the Dark Eldar’s lips were painted ruby red, and her green eyes emboldened by careful penciling and makeup. All of this served to cause the acolyte to gulp, unsure as to what the striking xenos before him was about to do.

“Not in a talking mood?” Lelith purred, walking slowly around Avitus’ chair as she spoke. “That’s perfectly fine. You need only to listen.”

She paused for a moment, standing directly behind him out of sight. “I did a little ‘housekeeping’ when I returned home. Do you know what I found? Twenty-three separate devices planted in my furniture and objects I took from my raids. All of them were transmitting to one place in particular, which I promptly ‘cleaned.’”

Avitus’ mouth opened and closed several times, his dry throat and nervousness making it difficult to speak. Finally finding his words, he stammered, “…I’m s-sorry. The Inquis…”

“Bah! When I get my hands on him…” She trailed off, the malice in her tone perfectly making clear what fate awaited the man.

“But that wasn’t all I found. I had the Haemonculus look over you. Do you know what they found?”

“W…What?”

Walking around to his front, she leaned down to be at his eye level.“Your ‘Bastion of Humanity’ had you implanted with a recording device, designed to perfectly transcribe every sensation inflicted upon you. My guess? The mon’keigh thought there was a chance he’d recover you, after I had my way with you. Pitiful, and pathetic.”

Avitus’ eyes tried to remain on Lelith’s face, but the breasts swaying sensually beneath her made this extremely difficult. “I…I didn’t know…I s-swear!”

“Of course you didn’t. But it is of no matter now. I had it removed. If your dear Inquisitor wishes to experience my hospitality, he must do so first hand.”

“…So what comes now?”

Lelith straightened out, resuming her pacing about the man. “Oh, that I’m still deciding. I could easily flay you alive until I absorb every ounce of your tortured soul. But that wouldn’t be fun now, would it?”

“N…No…”

A sultry chuckle passed her lips, and once again she paused behind him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Lelith bent in and whispered into Avitus’ ear. “You see, you’ve seen a side of me that only two others have in my centuries of life. And you know what? It has been a very…very long time since I’ve been able to share it with someone.”

“I…I don’t follow.”

Nipping the skin right below his ear, Lelith continued. “I could make you my pet, my plaything. Someone who I can be myself around, instead of the public face of Hesperax. You would be well cared for, but you would find that the experience will be far…far more intense than anything your pitiful females could offer you…”

A small “eep!” escaped from Avitus’ lips at the light bite, and his stammer worsened. Had he heard her correctly? “W…W…What?”

“I don’t repeat myself often. You have a choice. Either service me in private, or sate my other needs and perish. The choice is yours.”

Her hands began to massage his shoulders, her breath against the skin of the acolyte’s neck hot and heavy. Avitus found himself trying to find a way out of the situation, but he came up with no other solutions. He was trapped, unable to return to the Imperium, and stuck between a life of shame or a painful death. Still, a life of shame was still a life…

“…W-What do I have to d-do?”

Chapter Two

Avitus’ question was met with Lelith briefly licking his nape. “Oh…well…for starters,” she purred, moving around to stare down at him, “We need to get you all cleaned up. So why don’t you go ahead and disrobe yourself for me.”

“But I’m…”

“Restrained?” The Dark Eldar held up the wire that had previously held the acolyte firmly to the chair.

“Right…” he grunted, slowly rising. After stretching his restless limbs, Avitus slowly began to remove his simple robe. He wasn’t exactly embarrassed, but there was something far too intimate about disrobing in front of someone for his tastes. Once free of his garment, the acolyte stood before Lelith, shivering slightly.

“Hrmm…” Once again, Lelith walked a slow circle around the human. With an appraising eye, she noted every single scar, muscular curve, and even freckle on his body. He wasn’t the most attractive mon’keigh she had ever seen, though that was not to say he wasn’t at least somewhat handsome. Still, as she rounded back to his front side, Lelith couldn’t help but scoff at his limp member. “What’s the matter? Is your mistress’s appearance not arousing?”

“N…No…I mean yes! I mean…” stammered Avitus, practically tripping over his words.

“Go on…”

“It’s just…the Inquisitor was very meticulous in preparing me for this role. He didn’t want me ‘flying off the handle’ too early and disappointing you…”

A short silence fell over the pair as Lelith stared blankly at him. “You mean to tell me he purposefully desensitized you?”

Avitus’ head drooped in shame. “Yes. It was not…pleasant.”

Sighing, Lelith pinched the bridge of nose and closed her eyes. “You know, at this point, I don’t even want to think about how much this bastard has probably masturbated over this.”

“…Quite a bit probably…he’s really obsessed…”

The acolyte squeaked as he received a fiery death gaze. “Great. Now I have *that* image stuck in my head. Well, that’s fine. I’ll just have to whip you until it’s gone.”

At that, his manhood twitched, causing the Dark Eldar to raise her eyebrow. “…Let me guess, he planned for this too?”

“Sort of…” Avitus muttered dejectedly. “I was taken each day to be whipped by the Ecclesiarchy on his orders until I had an erection. It just became a subconscious fear reaction…though it never stopped the beatings…”

“Mon’keighs after my own heart. But let it not be said I am not a fair mistress. We will forgo the cleansing for now, but only if you get that in serviceable condition.” She pointed to his half-flaccid member with an air of disappointment.

“I’ll…I’ll try…”

“I’ll try *mistress.*” Lelith added, a playful tone once again seeping back into her voice.

Gulping, Avitus stammered, “Y-Yes Mistress. I w-will try Mistress.”

Chapter Three

As the mon’keigh started manhandling his meat, Lelith had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from laughing. It was almost cute how determined he was trying to get his package ready for delivery, but she didn’t feel like mocking him. Instead, the Dark Eldar walked over beside the door and open up a hidden panel there. Inside was a wide array of instruments of sexual pleasure and torture, along with a few switches which would mold the room to her liking. Grinning, she flicked a few switches before removing a length of rope and turning back to Avitus.

Absorbed in his task, the acolyte leapt in surprise as the sound of metal scrapping against itself briefly met his ears.

“Calm down. It’s only the hooks lowering,” whispered Lelith, slowly walking back over to him.

“H-Hooks?”

“Mhm, for this.” She offered out the bit of rope, then glanced down at his mostly hardened member. “Is that the *best* you can do? Pathetic…” Placing the rope on the floor, Lelith pushed Avitus back into the chair and kneeled down between his legs. “…Want something done right…have to do it yourself…”

Not giving her toy a chance to react, she slid her hands along his thighs and began to breathe across his shaft. Slow, steady, warm breaths only a few inches away from the pulsating flesh. “I bet you wish your mistress would take this inside her mouth…teasing the tip with her tongue…” Lelith moaned, pleased to see her teasing was having a positive effect.

When she was satisfied with the state of Avitus’ manhood, she removed her hands from his thighs and slid her G-string off. Humming, the Dark Eldar used the fabric to bind the base of the acolyte’s shaft. “There we go. Now you won’t go soft in the middle of my fun…”

She stood, not caring that Avitus was given free rein to stare at her moistening folds. Grasping his left arm, she quickly folded it at the elbow before binding forearm to bicep with the rope. With a flick of her hair, the tiny hooks woven into it severed the length from the makeshift restraint, allowing her to repeat the process on his three remaining limbs.

“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…”

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.

Avitus’ mind raced as he tried to discern what the Dark Eldar had meant. His thoughts were short-lived, though, as he soon found the woman’s weight upon his crotch. As he was tipped up by the ropes, Lelith wrapped her arms around his neck and purred, “Just sit back and relax…it will be easier that way…” He nodded, only to moan moments later as she took his manhood deep within her. The succubus’ folds were near perfection – tight, moist, and practically massaging his cock. She was not content with this, however, and she began to grind her hips against him.

Each thrust and little movement from Lelith caused the pair of them to rock back and forth. The acolyte noted, with dismay, that he had been turned into a human swing-set. It was…pleasurable, in a way, but his limbs were flexing uncontrollably with the action. They were beginning to burn and cramp as they hyperextended. His groans turned to a mixture of grunts and growls as he was forced to endure countless minutes of the agonizing ecstasy. Avitus’ vision began to blur as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, but it was clear his mistress had only begun.

Lelith noted, with quite a bit of satisfaction, that her methods were proving fruitful for the both of them. Her charge’s battered body was sating her innate desire for tortured soul energy, and his shaft was hitting her G spot in just the right way. She leaned in, nipping at his neck as she whispered, “I want you to cum for me, little mon’keigh… Cum for your dear mistress…”

And cum he did after a few more minutes. Lost in the haze, Avitus was unaware that he had stared orgasming until the wave of delight caused his entire body to spasm uncontrollably. Bound as he was, this served to triple his pain as rope after rope of thick cum was shot inside Lelith. Each moment was a concoction of conflicting sensations, which the acolyte soon found himself drowning in.

When he was finally able to see straight again, he realized that the Dark Eldar had stopped grinding against him. Chuckling, she lapped his salty tears from his face before leaning back. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to share this with someone. But…you see…*I* haven’t cum yet…and you’re not off the hook until I do…”

Chapter Four

Some time soon (tm)

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