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
Soon (tm)
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Nobody ever figured out how that camera got into Lelith's bathroom.
