The Story Thus Far

Unknown to many, the Imperium has conducted many experiments in the fielding of female Space Marines, in similar form and fashion to the original and much-feared Adeptus Astartes. These experiments did not fare well. These female warriors, as big and resilient as any Space Marines, and with perfect female form that were engineered to perfection, became much sought after by the perverted enemies of mankind. Despite efforts to keep this special chapter in shape, they never managed to gain much recognition amongst other military arms of the Imperium, especially the Sisters of Battle. These female Space Marines — the Pink Rose chapter — can still be found here and there in slave collections of rouge Imperial sectors, Eldar pirates, Traitor forcers, and Tau prison camps and private menageries. There have even been reports of Tyranids using them as breeding vessels for their vast legions. Over time this chapter fielded over 10,000. All of those women and were eventually captured by enemy forces. They had little success on the battlefield mostly because of their arrogance, poor tactics, minimal combat experience, and also due to the popularity of hunting them down among their various opponents, to be used for carnal pleasures (even more so, as it turned out, than the Sisters of Battle). It was finally decided to abort this complete failure of an experiment before the puplic of the Imperium could hear about it, and now only a few high-ranking record keepers remember the Pink Rose chapter.

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As a collector, the daemonette Ezolmotad knew she had to get her hands on these rare specimens, and eventually managed to capture a fully-loaded troop transport containing close to a hundred of the Pink Roses. These warriors turned slaves proved to be easily humiliated due to their inflated sense of pride and arrogant thinking that they were superiour to any other chapter of Marines — even their male counterparts. Most of all, these are the only human slaves that can accomodate the daemonette's massive phallus in their various orifices without permanent injury. They were rewarded for that ability by being allowed to keep a piece of their armor on them, notably the shoulder pads and gauntlets. Of course, this is simply to remind them of their humiliating fall and that every other part of their body and soul belongs to their demonic mistress. They are kept on the ground floor of this realm which Ezolmotad controls. Their bodies were perfect to begin with, but the daemonette saw fit to still add her own personal touches: enlarged breasts always full to bursting with milk, lascivious moods, and for a select few a cock of their own. Just for the fun of it, those select few had their minds wiped blank, leaving them with little but the urge to endlessly ravage one of their helpless peers as their mind had no effective control over their augmented bodies. Constantly being fucked and stuffed full by feral creatures with endless lust for their bodies — some are used merely as breeding pools for bigger creatures, with which to bolster the daemonette’s horde of demons. But Ezolmotad always keeps two special Pink Roses collared and held in enchanted chains around her feet. These positions are given to different slaves every so often, as to bless every one of them with the privelege of being her personal cocksucker and playthings. Currently, Ezolmotad's favored fuckpets were "Cumdump," a tanned brunette (so named for the priceless expression to be found on her face following a fresh pasting of demonic seed) and "Fuckdoll," a blonde and fair-skinned beauty blessed with a fuller and fatter ass than any other Pink Rose.

Ezolmotad looked down on one of the former Pink Roses, her cute face halfway hidden under inumerable coatings of cum, who was forcibly (her body obeying the daemonette though her mind was unwilling) sucking her mistress' monstrous cock with hungry gulping noises, swallowing gallons upon gallons of her cum and a similar amount overflowing from her mouth and nostrils. Her cheeks were fully stuffed from the ordeal while her ass (their bodies being able to endlessly recover from repeated violations, their asshole always revert to a virginal state) and pussy stretched around the daemonette’s tentacles. Cumdump’s eyes were ever-fixed upon her mistress’ face with a defeated and helpless look. She knew the cost of breaking this eye contact. Ezolmotad chuckled and then grinned devilishly while relishing this captive’s humiliation, watching the woman rock back and forth from the sucking and fucking, her bovine breasts bouncing beneath her, the tentacles playing with her asshole and pussy. She enjoyed these ever-tight fuckholes; the way these slaves always screamed and cried out as if it were their first time.

"My my, your tummy must be getting full, Cumdump! My dick hasn't left your slutty little mouth since I stuffed it in there last week!" Ezolmotad said in a mocking tone as she gripped each of her helpless pet's enormous tits and tugged them sharply upward, pulling Cumdump all the way to the base of her demonic cock. "I've lost count of how many loads I've dumped into you-- Oh, oh, oooooooooah! Here comes a big one!"
Cumdump gave a faint and pitiful moan around the gigantic cock lodged in her throat as she prepared herself for the many hours it would take her mistress to fully climax.

Glancing over at the other slave, Ezolmotad admired Fuckdoll as she swallowed the two foot dick of a lesser daemonette while a large serpentine tentacle helped to pump her stomach full of cum from the other end. Although she was facing away from her mistress, bound rear-to-rear with Cumdump, Ezolmotad called out to her:

“Don’t worry Fuckdoll, I’m almost finished over here so soon, it’ll be your turn again! I know Cumdump is eager to take your place too…”
The reply she got was a mere continuation of the same moaning and grunting that was the only sound these perfect women had made over the endless time they had served as fuckpets for the daemonette.

Failed warriors, perfect playthings.