"Death Is My Meat, Terror My Wine"
by PJ
 
 
"They've broken through the perimeter!  They're everywhere!" screamed a bleeding sister as she ran desperately down the shaking corridor.
 
Battle Sister Azalea gripped the stock of her red bolt rifle more firmly and pressed her lips together, marching resolutely towards the entrance of the bunker.  Flashes of bright light illuminated the rectangular opening, accompanied by a cacophony of female screams.  Azalea narrowed her blue eyes and crouched low before ascending the stone steps that led into the open air.
 
The heat from a nearby burning Immolator blasted across Azalea's pale white skin, she shielded her face with an upraised gauntlet, shocked by the scene of carnage set out before her.  Bodies garbed in the colors of the Order of Our Martyred Lady lay outstretched everywhere upon the uneven ground, their black armor ripped to pieces, pale flesh seared into ugly red masses of meat. Obsidian jetbikes howled across the smoke-filled sky, striking down the battle sisters attempting to flee to the east.  Azalea watched in horror as a hovering vehicle adorned with claws and wicked spikes floated across the battlefield, snatching wounded sisters and depositing them inside its gaping metallic belly. A battle sister screamed in agony when one of the alien vehicle's spikes impaled her through the back and raised her twitching body into the air, drawing her into its dark maw.
 
A blast of dark matter came from nowhere and licked across Azalea's lower left leg.  Azalea staggered, nearly falling back down the length of the stairwell behind her.  At the last moment, Azalea stabilized herself and raised her bolt rifle.  She spied her attacker, a tall, lean form dressed in skin-tight lacquered armor, a necklace of human ears around its slender throat.  The alien aimed its gleaming black rifle at the battle sister and launched another bolt of sizzling dark energy.  Azalea dove to the heat-blasted ground, squeezing the trigger of her bolter and sending a stream of projectiles at the advancing alien.  The creature screeched when the line of bolts slammed into its thin torso, shredding its armor and rending the flesh underneath.  The alien stumbled and fell down, Azalea licked her dry lips and struggled back to her feet.
 
"Human bitch!" hissed another alien that slithered atop the roof of the bunker.  The alien raised a clawed pistol and fired at Azalea.  An incredibly thin web billowed free and fell over Azalea.  The dark-haired battle sister struggled to break free of the mono-filament bindings, but the super-strong wire not only held, it dug deeper into Azalea's body armor, tiny hooks jabbing into the young woman's skin.  Azalea fell heavily onto her side, her rifle slipping out of her gauntlet.  The gleaming black alien hopped off of the bunker and strode gracefully towards its new prize, its movements fluid and utterly silent.
 
"You will not break me!  I serve the Emperor!" wept Azalea defiantly.
 
"No longer.  Now you serve my pleasure," whispered the lean alien, extending a long, gleaming syringe from its left index finger and jabbing it into Azalea's neck.
*****
 
 
Azalea's heavy eyes fluttered open.  The first thing that the battle sister noticed was the incredible cold, it held the young woman's hanging body in a frigid embrace.  Azalea looked around the hold she was placed in, she was not alone, dozens of other battle sisters hung from jagged hooks, their wrists bound in razor-wire that bit deep into their flesh, drawing streams of blood that ran down the unconscious women's bare arms.  Azalea blushed in shame at her own nudity and the nudity of her helpless sisters.  The hanging woman's wrists were strangely numb, she couldn't feel the wire digging into her skin, her whole body felt disconnected from her drowsy brain.
 
Azalea rolled her head onto her right shoulder and looked into the dimly-lit cockpit of the alien craft.  Two aliens sat at the controls, manipulating pieces of glowing crystal across a smooth, obsidian board.  The aliens' helmets were removed, Azalea could now see the faces of her captors.
Both men had long, flowing black hair and corpse-white skin.  Slender, pointed ears peeked through the aliens' thick manes, their eyes were narrow, cold, and dark.  Despite the cruelty etched in both alien faces, Azalea was stunned by their graceful, elegant beauty, she felt a faint stirring of desire in her virgin loins.
 
Azalea bit her lower lip until it bled, fighting down the strange lust that blossomed beneath her naked bosom.  She watched as the aliens re-arranged crystals, causing the ship to hum softly, the bulkheads shifting like hot oil. An explosion of light burst through the cockpit window, nearly blinding Azalea. She closed her blue eyes to slits, awestruck by the warp portal spiraling open in front of the alien ship.  The ship jerked when the portal grasped it, dizziness assaulting Azalea as the alien craft spun round and round, swallowed by the hungry vortex in space.
*****
 
 
A helmeted alien slammed the butt of his rifle against Azalea's left shoulder. The naked young woman staggered forward, bumping into the nude battle sister in front of her.  Barbed wire still bound Azalea's bleeding wrists, but now the wire was attached to a silver line that linked the entire row of sisters together.  The alien guard at the front of the line tugged sharply on the silver cord, prompting the sisters to follow him away from the landing pad. Azalea looked up, the sky was filled with stars and strange nebula, an occasional dark cloud scuttling through the air.  More alien transports emerged from warp portals and glided to the ground, disgorging more stripped and bound battle sisters.  Azalea returned her gaze to earth and examined the black city that sprawled before her.  Tall, twisted towers of obsidian dominated the horizon, thick, oily smoke rose from jagged temples of black crystal.  Slaves filled the streets, shuffling like cattle before alien overseers, carrying burdens of food, clothing, or pieces of obscene, unfathomable alien art. Flanked by alien soldiers hefting long rifles, Azalea's group of sisters was led into one of the crystalline temples, the howls of tortured souls rising to greet the naked young woman.
 
 
The smell of burnt flesh filled Azalea's nostrils as she was led down a dark passageway by a single alien soldier, his gloved hand holding tightly onto the strip of wire binding her clasped wrists.
Azalea peered into rooms along the passage, catching glimpses of her sisters being skinned alive, tongues being ripped out of screaming mouths, large, mutated things raping them while they lay outstretched and bound upon gleaming crystal tables.  The sights and smells overwhelmed Azalea, never in her worst nightmares had she ever imagined such horrors.  Only the growing pain in Azalea's wrists kept her moving forward, the alien soldier leading her into a candle-lit, circular operating theater.
 
The alien soldier removed the wire wrapped around Azalea's torn wrists.  Fresh drops of blood splashed onto the sleek, black, marble floor, the stone seemed to drink the young woman's blood, the drops disappeared into the dark rock. Azalea was pushed into an uncomfortable steel chair, her legs and arms were bound to the chair with leather straps.  The nude woman's head was forced back onto the chair and her mouth was gagged by another strap of black leather.  The alien guard left the operating room, leaving Azalea alone with her rising fear.
 
A robed alien slithered into the room.  Azalea moaned into her gag when she realized that the cadaver-thin alien was robed in human skin.  The sharp-featured alien smiled at Azalea, baring steel fangs that gleamed in the candle light.  The alien's bony fingers were tipped with needles, some dripped with strange green fluids.
 
The alien drew close to Azalea.  The alien's narrow nostrils flared, it seemed to smell her fear, and enjoyed it.  He ran his finger needles across Azalea's smooth belly, her creamy white thighs.  Azalea shivered in her leather restraints, she shamefully lost control of her bowels and urinated onto the chair. 
 
The alien cackled with mirth, scratching Azalea's left breast with his needles.  He bent his gaunt face close to Azalea's, he licked her lips quickly with a swipe of a long, black tongue.
 
"Sweet meat," hissed the alien, jabbing a needle through Azalea's left nipple. The naked battle sister screamed into her gag, tears spilling down her pale cheeks.
 
The gaunt alien licked Azalea's blood off of his needle, then impaled the young woman's right nipple, eliciting another stifled howl of pain from his bound victim.  The alien reached to his belt and unfastened a long, dangling needle.  He eyed Azalea's bleeding tits and slowly inserted the thick needle in his hand through both of the battle sister's nipples.  The thick metal rod tugged on both of Azalea's swollen, brown nipples, the alien leaned forward and licked the blood staining the young woman's breasts, his tongue cold and slimy against her soft flesh.
 
Licking a droplet from Azalea's tear-streaked face, the robed alien shuffled to a waiting brazier.  He sorted through the needles warming in the crackling blaze, finally selected a single thick needle that glowed with heat.
 
Azalea's blue eyes widened in terror.  She writhed in her leather restraints, using every remaining ounce of strength to break free.  The leather straps held, and Azalea felt the heat of the needle against her thighs as the alien brought the glowing rod close to her crotch.
 
The gaunt alien smiled at Azalea, tearing the gag free from her moist lips.
 
"Cry for me."
 
The alien stabbed the red-hot needle through Azalea's clitoris.  The naked woman screamed until her throat was raw.  Fresh tears exploded from Azalea's eyes, her entire body convulsing while the alien twisted the hot needle within the battle sister's clit, smoke and the sickly sweet scent of burnt flesh wafting up from Azalea's crotch.
 
"Please..stop," begged Azalea, her bare breasts quaking.  "I'll..I'll do anything you want."
 
"The bitch is ready, my lord," hissed the Haemonculus, his slender gray hands twitching with glee.
 
"Good," replied the Dark Eldar Lord, walking forward from the shadows, his cold, dark eyes raking across Azalea's trembling body with frightening, all-consuming hunger.
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