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Okay /d/. I wrote this story for /tg/ based on the exploits of the chaos god Slaanesh, but after posting it there they said that /d/ would probably appreciate it more.

I know this is really for images, but I thought I'd test the waters a bit. Mods, delete this thread if you think it shouldn't be here. Otherwise, enjoy

Slaanesh’s Day Off

Slaanesh had always been a busy chaos god, from the very day he/she had been born. But of course, being a god of pleasure and excess, he/she could not resist the occasional break from tempting the innocent and all the directed mass rapes and orgies and torture sessions. Yes indeed, today would be strictly for Slaanesh. After much though, he/she would take a female form on this day, if only because she hadn’t taken a strictly female body for a long, long time. Indeed, the pleasures Slaanesh envisioned for herself would be quite vanilla compared to the other days of personal pleasure she had dedicated.
She had been preparing for this day for over a year. The primary participants other than herself would be a traitor Imperial Guard regiment that had consisted entirely of women. Of course, most of them had penises now, along with other various bodily modifications, but that had all been part of the plan. Tzeentch was useful on occasion, and the favor he had asked for these mutations seemed paltry now. Yes, today would be very relaxing…
>> Anonymous
The slave readied herself. Her preparation orders were to clean out her intestines to perfection with multiple enemas today, and although she had no idea why she did this to a state of perfection that could be called quite anal. She had also refrained from eating anything for nearly 72 hours as part of the exercise. Every part of her service to her god must be perfect today, and she had steeled herself for anything that she could think of. She, of course, had been completely kept in the dark about what was to occur. She didn’t worry too much about it though, it was all part of the worship of her new god. Her hair was long now, at least longer than it had been when she was serving the false Emperor. Other than that, and her very large clitoris that was fast becoming her new dick, she had changed little externally. She was about mid-sized, if not a little short, and was on the skinny side with small breasts that were quite perky. It was her insides that were really interesting, if she had heard correctly, they could withstand a very large amount of punishment now, although up to this point she had received very little of such punishment. Apparently they wanted her to be fresh for this, and this thought caused her to shudder in excitement.

“Are you ready, slut?” barked her commissar, “I won’t tolerate hesitation on this day, so be prepared to follow my orders exactly and to the letter, I won’t be shown up by my peers and their handling of their subordinates.”
>> Anonymous
Her commissar had become substantially more buxom than she had been during their service to the Imperium. Large breasts, long hair, perfect curves… Slaanesh had been kind to her. She’d even been one of the first to receive the mutation to her genitals that had caused a very large, very perfect looking penis to grow. Aside from her usual commissar hat, she was clad in black leather fetish gear, breasts and genitals lewdly exposed. Of course, from the second her penis had finished growing she’d had a permanent erection.

“Today you have bath duty, apparently,” said her commissar calmly, eyeing some papers detailing her orders., “I’ve already sent for the personnel for this task, and you have the personal honor of finally relieving two of our own sperm tanks today.”

Sperm tanks had been the most extremely modified individuals of the regiment. They were modified similar to the commissar in every way, except for where they were kept and the lack of power, plus the new organ they had for producing and storing semen. They were kept in capsules, where they were subjected to constant stimulation of every erogenous zone, in addition to being forced to view extremely erotic and hardcore pornography. A chip inserted into their necks prevented orgasm, but not pleasure, and they were maintained in a state of ‘almost but not quite’ orgasmic plateau. If that hadn’t been enough, they had also received a constant regimen of drugs that kept them maddeningly horny, extreme drugs that would cause a normal human to go insane with lust for the rest of their life. They had been contained in this way for exactly a year now, their organ producing semen that would not be emptied and simply built up, becoming extremely painful in its fullness, and looked positively pregnant with a huge amount of soon to be ejaculate. Their minds had been gone for a long time, but they could still perform their service.
>> Anonymous
“Ah, here they are now,” purred the commissar, “Very well, back on the ground, ass in the air, let’s get started.”

The slave assumed the position, a realization of what was going to occur dawning on her face. She was simultaneously being filled with dread of what was going to occur, and a strange, mad lust of finally being able to be of use to her new god. One of the sperm tanks approached her, her massive cock absolutely and vividly purple in its extreme state of erection, and the commissar proceeded to guide it into the slave’s non-lubricated asshole.

“Don’t worry, it will be more slick there in due time, in the meantime, I will warn you that if you manage to let even one drop of semen escape from your ass you will be subject to every horrific torment our best minds can think up,” warned the commissar, glaring at the slave with a look that could kill.

The sperm tank began pumping madly at the dry anus, eager to fuck anything even though she, well really ‘it’ now, was both blindfolded and gagged at this point, to reduce the chance of someone dying in an explosion of pure and horrifically violent sex. The commissar waited a bit, enjoying the pained expression of the slave’s face at the chafing intrusion. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulled out the chip that prevented the poor creature from having an orgasm this past year.
>> Anonymous
“MMMMMFFMGGMGMMGMGGFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!”

The sperm tank began her pained and muffled scream of pure orgasmic delight. Inside of the slave’s anus, the individual spurts of the giant dick were so violent it felt like bursts of water from a pressure washer, causing no small amount of pain. This continued without any apparent pause for what seemed like ten minutes. And yet, when the first orgasm was over, the obscene bulge in the sperm tank’s stomach was only a little bit relieved.

“Did you think it would be over quickly?” sang the commissar, delighting in the slave’s obvious pain, “No, this will take a few hours, and if you’re starting to think that masturbation will relieve the pain a bit, don’t even think about it. If you can have an orgasm from the ass-fucking, that’s one thing, but I will not allow any other stimulus for you on this day.”
>> Anonymous
Hours passed. The slave had finally taken all of the semen of both sperm tanks into her intestines. The sperm tanks lay beside her on either side of her body, now fairly normal looking, their erections still raging, but their bodies twitching and obviously spent. If they had looked pregnant, she looked absolutely and obscenely bloated. After concentrating hard, she’d managed to orgasm a few times to relieve some of the pain, but now she was experiencing horrible cramps and unbelievable nausea. She fought back the bile, however, determined not to disappoint her god or her commissar.

“Good, good,” the commissar professionally intoned, “How is the butt plug holding? I can get you a larger one if you think you need it. I’ll have no foul ups.”

“Fine mistress,” the slave managed to squeak, breaking out into a flop sweat, “I’ll not disappoint you.”

“Hmm, no,” mused the commissar, “I think you do need a much larger one, perhaps one of the internally inflatable ones. I’ll have someone fetch one immediately.”

“W-W-Whatever you wish mistress,” stuttered the slave, beginning to worry about the amount of space left inside her digestive tract. At least she now knew what the internal mutations had been for.
>> Anonymous
After the new plug had been inserted and inflated (far beyond what had been necessary to prevent any semen from escaping), the slave had been forced to wait for nearly three hours. Finally however, her torment would come to a close, as she entered the temple of her god, ready to do her duty. She saw an incredibly and indescribably beautiful woman that must have been Slaanesh lying naked in a large golden and bejeweled bathtub. She also saw several other women from her regiment in exactly the same condition she was in.

“Let the bath begin!” proclaimed Slaanesh excitedly, as one by one, each bloated woman had a vest wrapped around their waste. It was to keep them from having any relief of their pain while they were releasing the semen until every drop was gone, as it would constrict most painfully during the entire process.
>> Anonymous
Each woman in turn emptied the contents of their bowels into the bath, the stored semen kept hot and fresh internally both from the natural heat of the women’s bodies and the various internal mutations that had been wrought on them. The slave had been particularly honored on this day, as it was determined that she had stored the most semen. Slaanesh had even demonstrated favor on her commissar by allowing her to join the chaos god in the bath. Both Slaanesh and the commissar delighted in the showers of semen poured on them, even occasionally stopping to take a nice long drink from one of the slave’s assholes. If that had not been enough of an incredible honor, the commissar had been allowed to copulate with the mighty god, in every orifice, while swimming in the white and sticky fluid.

<Yes,> Slaanesh thought to herself, <This is going splendidly, and the day has only begun. I needed a good fuck, and this will do nicely to set the tone for my day of rest.>

TO BE CONTINUED AT A LATER DATE.
>> Anonymous
sage
>> Anonymous
What kind of name is "Slaanesh?"
>> Anonymous
>>629177

Slaanesh is one of the four chaos gods in WH40k, in which this story takes place. He/she is the god of pleasure. The other three are Nurgle (god of despair), Tzeentch (god of hope), and Khorne (god of mindless violence)
>> Anonymous
This is an image board.
>> Anonymous
>>629182

so's /tg/, writefags proliferate there. And in /v/, and so on.

No one reads the text boards.
>> Anonymous
>>629184

I just checked, there isn't even a text board for erotic literature.

This board really is probably the best fit. Well, maybe besides /tg/.
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age for Slaanesh
>> Anonymous
>>629190

... you're doing it wrong, age goes in the e-mail field.
>> Anonymous
>>629193
age in the email field does nothing. "Age" is merely the act of bumping a thread by posting in it.
In short - Lurk the fuck more and read the god damn FAQ
>> Anonymous
i lol'd
>> Anonymous
I think we can all agree that slaanesh is the very core of /d/
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would slaanesh approve of this, or not enough cock?
>> Anonymous
you moron this is blasphemy

how dare you defile the name of slaanesh???

saged hard
>> Anonymous
make it saged
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>>629184
>>629189
Lurk the fuck more.
Use google and take your fucking queer-shit fanfiction to somewhere else.
Or at least post some fucking /d/ image content.
(Picture actually related)
>> Anonymous
>>629147
>>629179
Firstly, sage. Defiling Warhammer with fanfiction. Oh the shame.
Secondly, and on a nerdlier note, you got two of the gods wrong. Well done.
GTFO and all that.