Serbion spoke the Incanto Depravis, unholy magicks swirling around the pit. The Navigator struggled furiously against her restraints, horror growing in her face.
"You sick, depraved, Chaos-worshipping-.." She trailed off, staring in horror as vents along the wall slid up, letting out a torrential deluge of crimson blood. It flooded down cut channels and sprayed from four leering daemonic imp's mouths surrounding the circular pit. Serbion flung his arms out, exalting some evil entity, and both his body glove and her torn jumpsuit disintegrated. She felt the blast of hot sticky air from the blood vents on her grimy skin, goosebumps sprouting all over her. Serbion opened his eyes and dropped his arms to his sides. The blood was up to his ankles now.
"Your name?" He said.
"Fuck you." The Navigator replied. Serbion sighed, snapping his fingers. She screamed out as the Eight-Star of Chaos drew itself in blood across her stomach. The Navigator prayed feverishly to her corpse god, lips murmuring some ancient prayer as her eyes closed to the horror around her.
"Can't have that." He snapped again. Her eyes flew open, pinned by the spell. Her lips froze, and despair joined the horror and desperation in her eyes.
"Your name."
"..K-K-Kasteen." She mumbled. "Kasteen Perincius."
Serbion closed his eyes, intoning another verse of the Depravis. The wide doors were flung open, robed figures entering carrying lecterns full of incense. They slowly filed around the pit, taking positions surrounding the softly moaning acolytes maintaining the containment spell. They opened latches on the lamps, and out wafted a heavy perfume. As Kasteen smelled it, she felt her senses seem to both dull and sharpen at once. Her vision grew fuzzy and she felt drowsy, yet within her she felt a fire of lust spark into life. Kasteen struggles grew more feeble, the perfume eroding her resistance. Her eyelids fell, half-covering her eyes, and she felt herself begin to drool...at both ends.
Coming alive for an instant, with all of her willpower Kasteen forced her eyes open. She turned her head and sank her teeth into her shoulder. The pain cut through the curtain of drowsy lust, and she snarled at the Sorcerer. He simply chuckled. Serbion waved his hands, and the incense-bearing figure's robes fell away. Beneath they were entirely naked, each with the eight-star symbol of Chaos on their stomachs. Kasteen realized her own marking was not simply a punishment. Serbion smiled and nodded.
"You will become one of us." The nexus surrounded Kasteen disappeared and she dropped into the pool of blood, now up to Serbion's knees. The acolytes wailed once more and died, the rest of their essences swirling down the channels and into the pit. The naked cultists descended giggling into the pit. Kasteen tried to drag herself over the lip, but one of the men pushed her back in. He descended on her, sitting on her as she tried to resurface. He plunged in after her, seeking her mouth. At the intrusion, she wriggled and slapped him away, pushing off and staggering to her feet, dripping blood. The cultist came up as well, laughing maniacally. He grabbed her from behind, arms around her stomach. He nipped at her neck as she tried to break away.
All around them, it had descended into a depraved orgy. Couples lay about, moaning as they fucked in a pool of crimson. It was indiscriminate, men with men, women with women. In the center stood Serbion, intoning further unholy verses.
"Embrace the Prince of Excess, Kasteen." The Cultist whispered into her ear as he held her tight. She gasped as a foreign prescence invaded her mind. All around them, the air had taken on a livid quality. Colors ran with no sense of order, the moans amplified and raised in pitch. Women howled as men thrusted furiously. Scents intensified, the metallic odor of blood, human sweat, and the ever-prescent sickly-sweet smell of taint. A gibbering cacophony of voices sounded about the room, and the door's flung open once more. Instead of the decorative corridor from before, it was a swirling vortex of the warp. Daemons crowded over each other to see the sick orgy. Cackling harpies flew around the pit, spewing blood and a familiar and horrifying white substance on the slaves, who simply screwed harder for the daemon's amusment.
The cultist pulled Kasteen down into the growing pool, his girth hot against her. Kasteen convulsed in revulsion, but her struggles were in vain, for the man was strong, his skin glowing with the taint of Chaos.
"So pretty." His voice had taken on a feverish tone, and it seemed as if a second voice spoke with him.
Possession! Her mind screamed in terror, blind fear and lust warring for supremacy. The blood had rose and had almost passed her stomach as she lay utop the cultist. Her hair was soaked wit the stuff, lying across her breasts, panting in a mixture of feelings. Serbion waded over to her, and broke into a smile.
"Is it not beautiful, Kasteen?" He stared around him in satisfaction. "The daemons are pleased. Kasteen was far beyond speech, yet shock had not settled on. No doubt part of the foul sorcerer's magicks. The cultist holding her licked behind her ear, and she jerked.
"Do not resist, Navigator." Serbion warned. She ignored him, and began screaming, kicking and thrashing. The cultist giggled wildly, and Serbion sighed in exasperation. Around them, the capering daemons turned to inspect the source. Screeching in unison, they flew into cultists, followed by double-tone moans as they possessed them. Eye's turned red, teeth sharpened and nails became talons. And somehow through all the mutations, they kept up the furious sex. One couple stood, the man holding the women, who was gasping in time with his thrusts. She raked her new talons along his back, drawing a river of blood to join the still-growing pool, yet he only increased the pace. Two women lay near the edge of one pit, masturbaiting each other furiously, eviscerating each other's thighs due to their long claws, yet both screamed in unison in an ecstacy of agony.
The cultist shivered beneath Kasteen and drew his own talons across her breasts, licking at her neck and ears while constricting her with his legs. Kasteen was ragingly horny, it threatened to overwhelm her, to steal her will if she did not satisfy it now. She pried and arm free and touched herself, immediate guilt flattened by hormones. A life of abstinence and protocol, restrictions and etiquette. Daily stress, the thought that thousands of lives were resting on you. A unloving, greedy father, and a vicious buisness woman mother. The tension and the headaches from staring into the Empyrean, it built up. A small(yet rapidly growing) part of her mind was enjoying it. No, ecstatic. Kasteen thought disconnectedly that it was the sorcery, but a deeper part knew it to be her own self, committing heresy.
A female cultist staggered over and fell upon her, licking at her breasts, her exposed skin, finally leaping forward and shoving her tongue almost violently into Kasteen's mouth. Kasteen's first impulse was to bite, but the growing heretic in her rebelled, stopping her jaw from severing the tongue. She pulled the bite, but her teeth sank into the tongue, drawing blood. The female only gasped in pleasure and pain, and continued to play tonsil hockey. The sorcery and perfume drove her, and Kasteen sucked greedily at the blood pouring out. She in turn invaded the cultist, and she bit as well. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and somehow(no doubt the incense and magick) it intensified everything. Kasteen convulsed, moaning loudly. The cultist grinned, and lowered herself, biting fiercely at her breasts, chewing as she stared lustfully up at Kasteen.
Sensing her change in attitude, the cultist spooning her cooed, and nudged her legs apart. She drew them together again, fear resurfacing momentarily. The female culstist astride her slapped her, and the fear disappeared. Slowly, reluctantly, the man managed to pry her legs apart, and she felt a warmth against her skin. Before he could slide in, the female was jerked away by some unseen force, sending her splashing a few feet away. She truculently crawled away to join what resembled a beating heart of people.
Serbion towered over her, eyes blazing with lust and smugness.
"I knew you'd see the light." He pulled Kasteen to her feet, pulling her against him. He intoned a verse as he lifted her, her legs sliding reluctantly around his waist.
"N-n-no!.." She cried, but to no avail. He pushed inside her, and agony pierced her. She screeched like a daemon, as he violated her. Incredibly, he laughed.
"A virgin? Unexpected." She couldn't reply, too busy howling like one possessed. Kasteen arched her back, digging her fingers into his back, feeling hot blood well up. Her toes were clenched in a rictus of pain. He sped up his thrusts, eliciting more shouts, drawing hoots and cheers from the cultists around them. It felt as if he was bisecting her with a chainsword, repeated thrusts sending bolts of pain into her. She began to bleed, clitoris split under Serbion's massive girth. Her eyes went back into her head, and she saw black. The pain was unbearable, she was on the verge of fainting. Yet the damned sorcery kept her awake and in anguish.
Then something popped and Serbion slid in entirely. An explosion of pleasure ripped through her, and she shook wildly as her nerves were lit on fire with sensations entirely new to her. Lust redoubled, and she began to respond, meeting his thrusts with her own. He grinned.
"The advantages of Chaos Undivided...." She ignored him, brain melting. He slowed, not even breathing heavily. She looked at him expectantly, craving more.
"Wh-" Kasteen stopped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned as far as her neck would allow, and -saw the smirking cultist from before. She didn't even manage to protest before her second sacred place was violated.
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Kasteen lay draped over a pile of bodies, licking lazily at the puddle of blood. Around her were bodies, some breathing, other staring glassily at the ceiling, dead from blood loss of excessive cutting. Kasteen knew not how long she lay there. She felt bloated, having drunk her fair share of body fluids. After being double-teamed by Serbion and the other cultist, she became the life of the party. Every single cultist had had his or her way with Kasteen, many more than once, most more than one at a time. She still bled from a dozen cuts, yet she was suffused with a feeling of pleasure and satisfaction, as if digesting a meal.
The doors swung open, and Serbion strode in, clad once more in his immense power armor. Kasteen smiled drowsily at him, and he nodded. Serbion was accompanied(no, was accompanying) the Traitor Marine who had slain Captain Darris. A pang of regret was silenced instantly by recollections of the orgy. That life of pressure was behind her now. There was no way she could go back now. She was damned.
"That is the Navigator?" Serbion nodded. "Rise, converted one, and follow me." Kasteen tried to drag herself to her feet, yet her limbs collapsed beneath her. Serbion stepped forward, lifting her with one hand. She leaned heavily against him, limbs wobbling. Serbion helped her out of the pit, following the other Marine down the corridor, half-carrying Kasteen as the massive stride of the other Marine far out paced her staggering. The corridor twisted and wound, splitting off into similarly confusing corridors. It was most likely designed to confuse borders, each corridor made of the same metals and with the same decor, simple glow-globes illuminating row after row of daemonic faces that twisted and jerked on the edge of her vision.
"Where are we go-..?" Serbion silenced her with a look.
