The world of Aticasle III was an interesting world. It was a Shrine world dedicated to the Living Saint Evelyn Aticastle who had personally swooped down from the heavens and delivered the Imperium a powerful victory long ago to the now renamed Aticastle system (Yes, the Living Saint was obviously quite humble) when the Dark Eldar came knocking.
As such it was a luxurious world, with beautiful marble beaches and sunny blue skies. The people there were also blessed with beauty, with many being curvaceous, busty, and with a life of piety to boot. With smooth, milky skin and gorgeous, violet hair. Oftentimes wearing togas and also providing some spectacular services, the Aticastle was a pleasant place to be.
Of course all good things come to an end when a Slaaneshi warband with too many titles to name came to the Aticastle system to loot, fuck, and leave. The barbaric sex scourge had to be stopped and as such, the inexhaustible might of the Imperial Guard had been called to muster. As such, this is where 4031-Sieglinde found herself months later, on yet another world to fight against yet another horny, wedgie happy band of enemies. The entirety of the 101st Dork Korps Siege Regiment was called forth to defend the holy shrine world.
“STEADY YOUR HEARTS LADIES! The Empress herself only wished for us to hold the line, and that’s what we shall do!” shouted the platoon’s Commissar, the busty blond woman wearing her typical commissar coat but with a very opened hemline that exposed her breasts. She had already spanked and disciplined at least a whole squad so far but they never seemed to learn...
“THE EMPRESS IS OUR SHIELD! AND WE ARE HER MIGHTY HAMMER!” she shouted, pointing her sword forward, standing atop the lip of the trench in order to stand tall above her guardswomen. It’s truly a heroic sight in the face of an unending tide of sex crazed heretics, the astartes themselves currently assaulting a different position and leaving their slaves and hanger ons to fight here. Their commissar had her coat billowing in the wind, and a generous view of her incredibly tight, leather covered ass, the frilly white waistband of her panties just barely peeking above the hem, the platoon was feeling quite motivated.
4031-Sieglinde breathed in quietly before exhaling, clutching her lasgun with practiced and experienced ease. She would need it for the assault to come.
“FIRE AT WILL!” shouted the commissar, “OR I WILL POUND YOUR ASS HARDER THAN ANY OF THESE PATHETIC SCUM EVER COULD!”
Her threat sounded like a treat to some of the ladies, yet despite this, the ranks opened fire upon the horde. Lasgun fire showering the approaching wave of horny heretics, most dressed in simple rags or no clothes at all save for scandalous thongs and panties! The wave of lasbolts stunned many in their tracks, only to be trampled by more to come from behind. Some heretics themselves weren’t spared the lust of their comrades, and those who went down, ass up, were met with a thick shaft deep up their quivering asshole.
Indeed, it seems a few of these Slaaneshi whores had strapons...or "mutations" down below to facilitate their lust better!
Sieglinde was not eager to feel their wrath!
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author