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The Ymiri Saga (Chapters 1-6)	By : Samas Category: +S through Z > Warhammer 40,000 Views: 5471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ymiri Saga 1-6
- 1
Prologue: Welcome To Slavery.
Duke Valiene’s eyes scanned over the assembled Ymiri slaves before him, they were the latest batch of women that he had his associates purchase from auctions at the nearby system of Utica., this group comprised individuals taken either from ‘requisition’ raids or from the usually hostile planets where the Ymiri populations of the Gamenor frontier were kept.
The group were typical of their abhuman strain. Their form fully abided by the standards of Sapious Anatomica and there where no skeletal or structual deviations in their bodies. The only way one could tell of their abhuman nature externally was their bright, near glowing emerald green eyes and the fact that their pupils were instead ring shaped rather than a single form. These genetic alterations were artificial, as the Ymiri were the decendents of long lost bio mechanical humans from before the age of the imperium, naturally adept with ancient technology and highly resilient to even the most toxic and harsh of environments. The Ymiri were a capable warrior and tech savvy collection of ‘star tribes’.
Valiene’s own ancestors had arrived into the region of space now known as the Gamenor Frontier during the tumultuous years of the age of apostacy. Refugees fleeing Goge Vandires tyranny. Vast fleets of of various exiles that had raised the ire of the mad high lord fled across the imperium and beyond it, a few of these outcasts made it into a region of space in the galactic north, an area all but hanging off the edge of the light of Terra in a range known as the flicker zone.
The refugee’s and exiles, led by a Rogue trader Prince named Arun Gamen, encountered many remnant populations of humans never reclaimed during the great crusade. Most had been easily pacified, but eventually they came across a culture of semi nomadic starfarers that had retained the ability to build and maintain interstellar ships of their own. Most of the remnant spacefaring cultures had reintergrated into the imperium during the great crusade, willingly or otherwise, and encountering other humans at such a level was generally rare by now.
The resulting war went badly for Arun and his forces, and it seemed as if the imperium (or what passed for it amongst a rabble of exiled refugees) was on the verge of defeat when Arun himself fell during the seige of Kesh. However before his death he had arranged an alliance of convenience with the local Falmiash Eldar, and with this pact the exiles were able to push back and smash the Ymiri counterassault.
Eventually the newly christened Gamenor Front succeded in both pushing the Ymiri back as well as capture several clusters of some of their important systems. With the aid of the Eldar, Gamenor secured its borders and now ruled over vast populations of previously lost humans.
Aruuns Leiutenants quicky secured their positions and strongholds, and the both the Ymiri as well as a few other local populations were reduced to slave classes. Ironically the Ymiri themselves were considered very valuble, due to their affinity for technology and their resilience in surviving the most hostile conditions imaginable. The abhumans quickly became the somewhat resistant labour class of the Gamenor Frontier, used in all manner of roles from mining and manufacturing to expendable slave soldiers. Their toughness proving a great asset when they are able to be controlled.
Of course there was also another well known use the Ymiri had. Ymiri women were as physically capable as their male counterparts and there was less difference between the sexes in terms of size and strength, nonetheless they were still considered by most to be extremely desirable physically and their peoples fierce and hardly reputation further added an air of the exotic to them. As a result there were many places throughout gamenor where Ymiri women were available both for purchase as well as ‘use’ at many seedy outposts.
Duke Valiene ran one of the more well known of these ‘resorts’. Debauched and sex filled hideaways where those who could afford to come would be able to indulge in their twisted fantasies out of the way of their home cultures often rigid expectations. Valiene had set up his resort on an out of the way moon with a pleasent tropical climate, and wealthy individuals from all levels of Gamenor society came, both to experience the resorts ‘delights’ and to purchase sex slaves to take away themselves.
Valiene looked upon the new purchases before them, he always made sure his servants only bought slaves to his highest expectations, and he wasn’t disappointed. Their bodies were strong and toned and several had the telltale tattoo’s of various tribes and ‘kithids’ they were once part of. The Duke licked his lips, they would all make fine sex toys for the resort. But first they would need to be ‘prepared’.
Their New Life (Part 1)
Njali and the other women had given up struggling after a while, not because they were bound in any way aside from the collars fixed round their necks, but simply due to the strange fact they seemed to all be so lethargic since awakening in the large room they now occupied.
“You’re from Iddicas, aren’t you? I can tell by your marks.”
Njali turned to the woman next to her. Like herself and all the others she was clothed only in scarlet thongs and the collar, but that wasn’t all that she noticed. Every one of them it seemed, had underwent some kind of surgery. The womans skin gave off a slight multicoloured hue when caught in the light and Like Njali herself, her breasts seem to have been ‘enhanced’ in some way.
“What have they done to us?!” Njali looked down at herself, her now larger breasts jiggled with every movement she made.
“It seems they have ‘maximized’ our femininity. Not that I thought it really needed to be. I think it is obvious where we are and what they intend for us.” She Grimly stared at the rest of the group. All of them were Ymiri women as far as she could tell, but each seemed to be from various different planets and kithids.
“Whats your name?” Njali asked as she continued to scan her surroundings.
“I am Brunvi, member of the Aurganar kithid.”
“I guessed so from the red hair. I think I remember you from that viithing auction on Utica.”
The Iddican womans curse in her local tongue drew a slight smirk in Brunvi despite their situation, it didn’t mask her nervousness however. Her tanned skin was sweaty and she looked around her nervously.
“When they put us under they must have implanted more than just cosmetic enhancements.” Brunvi continued, “I would normally be fighting like my forebears in a situation like this, but for some reason I feel so…subdued.”
This fact had not escaped Njali either. Back on Utica many Ymiri, both male and female, had fought and resisted bitterly despite various restraints easily knocking them down with pain stimulus, and she herself on a few occasions got into scuffles with her ‘handlers’ before a painful shock from her throat binding knocked her onto her knees.
Here though it was as if her brain was being subtley dosed with a very slight tranc soother at all times, not enough to render her unconscious but enough to sap her willpower.
Before any of the Ymiri could talk further however, the room went darker and a large hololithic screen flared into life above their heads. On it appeared the face of what seemed to be an augmented woman of aquila ancestry. The people who had partially enslaved Njali’s people and it seemed, several other old human groups.
“I bid you welcome to your new home new arriv…arriv..vals.” The crackling and gaps easily gave away that this was prerecorded.
“You and your fellows now have the pleasure of being under both the protection and servitude of the revered Trader house of Valiene. Our esteemed duke, Seruzon Valiene the third, has selected you and your kin, with the aid of his house servants, to offer your company and womanhood to all who are invited to his estate as his honored guests.”
There where many audible groans and yells from the group of Ymiri at this statement, the recording continued.
“To this end you will have no doubt noticed that your bodies have been enhanced in many ways in order to fulfill this duty, and as purchased slaves, legally blessed by the revered and holy governance of the imperial sovereignty of Gamenor, fulfill this duty you will!”
Njali’s breathing started to quicken, she could not accept that this was happening to her, being born on Iddicas meant all Ymiri were ultimately enslaved to some degree. But the planets size and its harsh arid environment meant that most usually had a level of autonomy…usually.
“You will find life here quite comfortable, no doubt far more than what you are used to in your old lives. Make no mistake however, resistance has been thoroughly prepared for in advance. The lethargy you are feeling right now is but one safeguard in place to ensure your cooperation.”
Brunvi continued to stare at the holo display, Njali couldn’t tell what she might have been thinking. But no member of the Auganar Kithid, even drugged up, would accept a life like this without resistance, and Njali doubted any of her own kithid would.
“Many honored guests from all over Gamenor arrive at the Seruzon resort to partake in the entertainments it offers. You will be expected to cater to every request that is asked of those whom you are assigned to without hesitation. You will be tasked to perfom in the resorts many arranged events that cater to our guests tastes and desires. It will be taxing on both mind and body, but your physical constitution and your provided surgeries will more than suffice in aiding you in your duties.”
One of the women to Njali’s right, spat at the holo display, and several others made defiant gestures of their own. It was all they could really do.
‘..at least for now..’ Njali thought.
“You will now be escorted to your groups living quarters, you will find that it provides all the necessities you will require. You will also be briefed further on your implants and duties as time goes by. Guests have already begun to dock in orbit, so your first work assignments and events will be given to you soon. May the holy aquila guide and protect you in your efforts.”
The display abruptly finished and the light came back on. Njali and the other women looked over as the door opened and partially servitored guards began forcefully ushering them out. Despite the gestures of defiance earlier, none of the Ymiri resisted.
“I guess there is nothing we can do right now then..” Brunvi quietly spoke to her, the ushers poked them both with a electro-baton that gave a slight shock.
“For now.” Njali replied, she gave a knowing stare to her new closekin “..for now..”
The two smiled and went through the door in front of them, joining the others.

Chapter 2 The Echo.

“Lock the foyers entrace doors, I am not to be disturbed for the next few hours.”
“Understood Duke.”
Seruzon Valiene, Duke and leader of his house and ‘resort’, clicked off the intercom and sipped on the last of his vintage Malterwine. He paused for a moment, gazing at the dull reflection through the archaic computator device that had been passed through his family since before they arrived in Gamenor. His mind wandered as he noted his handsome features, further honed by wealth and a life of privilege. His mind wondered back to his earlier days.
Like all hedonists with the wealth to explore he had started out seeking sex and chemical stimulants. Lavish feasts and parties filled with orgies and all manner of other ways to stimulate the senses. He had travelled to many worlds, ‘sampling’ the foods and the peoples that inhabited them. He had gathered around himself a sizeable harem of both willing and unwilling partners from across the sector, and with his travels his connections and his riches increased.
But the Young Valiene grew bored. Over time the parties grew tiresome, his harem became familiar along with the very act of sex itself, even when taken to debauched extremes he could no longer find interest in flesh anymore. After his fathers death he inherited the title and the houses wealth and estates along with his sister. She largely went her own way, seeking the opportunities to the frontiers stellar west.
Seruzon remained near the clusters along Gamenors northern border where his houses holdings were located. He traded and maintained the networks that bought his family its wealth, but he never was quite able to find real satisfaction in anything for a long time
Until recently.
His setting up of this resort was not done on a whim, there was a reason he now oversaw this place and its activities.
His new treasure, the most valuable thing he has a ever possessed, and something that could get even him into massive trouble if Certain ‘authorities’ ever found out what he had.
The Dukes heart began to race as he approached the large mural portrait of his late father, wearing his stupid military uniform and perched atop a large avian creature native to the world his family started out. Seruzon placed his finger behind the murals border and clicked the button located there. The portrait slid across the wall, revealing the hidden walkway that lead to the carved out room where his prize was kept.
He resealed the entrace and began his approach to the room before him. It was laying on a simple metallic table at the center of the room, still clothed in the ancient pressure suit it wore when it died, only its head and left elongated hand was exposed to the cool environment of the cavern.
It was the corpse of an alien, a xeno.
Its species was well known to what passed as government out this far in the galaxy, it had literally helped them secure their presence here in the first place. Without them the Ymiri counteroffensive would have swept away the imperial refugee arrivals all those centuries ago. The Duke could not remember the races name but in truth it did not matter to him.
He approached the table and his heart began to race, he had tried this three times now, getting closer each time. The room thrummed with a massive aura of power that radiated from the dessicated aliens remains, an atmosphere of both wonder and horror flowed all around him. This creature had died in a state of blind and utter terror, and as Valiene reached out and grasped its mummified hand, he saw that horror unfold before him.

He was frantically rushing to reseal the cavity in the ships hull, for some reason the craftworld had picked up speed and the ship had found itself left behind, debris had collided with them as they tried to keep pace with the rest of the fleet, but they had been forced to a full stop to repair the massive gouge on the vessels dorsal engine wing.
He worked, fashioning seals with crude alloys to prevent atmosphere from leaking out, they did not possess wraithbone like the craftworld did, and his clans ship still relied on cruder, more physical technologies, which took time to repair.
As he continued to work he sensed something behind him, something odd. He stopped and turned toward the stellar constellations where the bulk of his now degenerate race still dwelt. Mired in extreme depravity and almost to the point of collapse, his clan, along with billions of others still sane, fled.
As he stared all he could see with his eyes was the vast ocean of stars and gasses, but what he sensed speeding towards him was beyond the physical realm, and with his etheral sight he beheld it full glory.
A vast blinding wave sped out in all directions towards him. Its edges a wonderous multihued corona of colors, some familiar and others never seen before in reality. He heard within the wave a colossal never ending sound akin to screaming, It took a few seconds for it to register, that is exactly what it was!
His mind at that moment, along with the minds of his crewmembers, collapsed into utter horror and madness, as the wave sped further towards them, they realized that at that moment, they were doomed! Not just to die physically in the most excruciating way imaginable, but to suffer it over and over again for the rest of eternity. His mind raced within his skull, it clawed at his memories. He fell back to the time his Pata rubbed his knee after he had fallen and grazed it while hiking the crystal mounts, the little boy screaming to be saved by a parent whos very soul now rested within the wave coming towards him. His shattered mind however, found no escape.
The wave was nearly upon him and the ship, and he wailed a noise he did not think a mortal creature could ever make as he felt his spirit slowly begin to seperate from his body. Every nerve ending and pain receptor lit like a fire, as his eyes melted away within their sockets and his soul seperated from his now dried up husk.He gazed upon a face with a beauty only a newborn god could possess. He saw, and he knew…the face of neverending thirst!
Seruzon quickly pulled his hand away before the wave hit the aliens echo. He was shaking with stimulation that no chemical drug could give. He began to slow his breathing, his body soaked with sweat through his attire. He was closer than ever now, he had been able to keep contact with the aliens hand almost to the point of the face showing up in the psychic storm. It was still too alien for his human mind however, but with the activities that were about to take place at the resort, he knew that the visiage would smile upon him personally very soon.

Chapter 3 The Duties Begin.

Njali followed the guides of the holographic silohuettes dances, she moved her body seductively along with it, there was silky and loud music on overhead, it had a grimy feel to it, and there were lyrics being sung in the language of the aquila tongue. The holo silohuette moved in tune to the beats, causing her breasts to sway and her muscles to ripple, the overhead lights reflecting off her skin.
She was clothed in attire that was clearly intended to tittilate veiwers, her breasts, surgically enhanced, where covered only in violet ‘cup’s’ and a similar colored thin gown flowed around her thighs, decorated with a series of gold chains. She had been dancing for about an hour now, and the exertion was causing her to sweat heavily, she also badly needed a drink.
Njali wasn’t the only one on display, all the others of the most recent ‘batch’ were dancing in tune to holograms within their own ‘booths’, around them were cameras and recording devices broadcasting a three dimensional pict of them to eager guests elsewhere. Groups gathered around them and feverishy discussed among themselves.
After they had settled into their new boarding, Njali and the others were given further information on their enchancements and ‘duties’. The women had their breasts enlarged and fitted with implants that converted and produced a sweet tasting fluid, which could be ‘suckled’ out. Others like Brunvi also had gential devices that gave out vibrations during sex. They had been allowed to keep their various tribal tattoos and marks they received during their lives surprisingly, and they had been told to style their hair as they usually did.
Brunvi and her, along with another woman named Sednia, a kithwoman from the asteroid clusters of the zoestna reach, had briefly conversed about possible escape attempts quietly.
“I keep watch on the servitor movements, and when there is a change in guard rotation, I haven’t seen many actual full humans aside from us since we arrived here”. Brunvi roamed her eyes around as she was talking.
“I noticed that aswell.” Sednia replied, “I glanced what I think is some guards and groundskeepers moving about outside when we were being bought here, but I don’t think they are allowed to come too close to us it seems.”
“We could use that! Obviously this ‘Duke’ doesn’t want his ‘Merchandise’ being messed with by the staff, That seperation is a vulnerability of some kind surely?”
Brunvi was about to add something when they noted a Servitor beginning its usual pass near them, they quickly split and returned to their sleeping areas, giving a nod as they parted.
That morning they received their last brief and were clothed and placed within concealed booths with the recording equipment. Servitors stood guard outside to ensure they didn’t leave and the performed as asked. All of the Ymiri from the various groupings were monitored at a central office with only one barely human overseer. Once a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the preisthood of Technology of the now all but forgotten Imperium of Man. The few techpreists that had made the journey along with the Gamenor refugees were now little more than ancient relics. With no imperial oversight they were scattered and utilised by the various trader houses that ran the sector. The Overseer at the Resort was nearly a thousand years old at this point as was practically falling apart. Its various organic and mechanical parts repeatedly replaced over the centuries.
It watched the screens, noting were all the Ymiri were, and also watching the massive crowds of guests that had arrived, now eagerly dividing up the women as they watched the holo displays.

“That one, we want her!” Kasnir and his three associates gazed at the brown haired Ymiri Woman as she danced, Her dark hair, styled in both dreadlocks and long braids, flipped as she threw her head back. She slowly moved her hands up her toned body. Her large breasts swung slowly in rhythm with her. Kasnirs closest friend an associate, Tyril, was transfixed by the display, his erection was poking through the siluette of his leggings.
“Ah yes! Njali of the Rustwalkers, a fine choice indeed gentlemen.” The attendant made some notes on a touch display before continuing. “Are you all using together?”
“Yes, for now if that is allowed.” Kasnir replied.
“Of course sire! our ladies are quite used to servicing groups. May I ask if you will be participating in one of our events?”
“What do they involve?” Tyril averted his gaze briefly from the display.
“There is the great gathering that is hosted in the main dome every evening. A group of the ladies will be available to everyone who attends, and of course there is a wide selection of foods and exquisite beverages on hand during the event. We also host non lethal Gladitorial fights that can be observed. You can nominate your favorite to battle in our arena and place bets with other guests. Finally the Duke Himself hosts the grand performance at our theater that chronicles his family’s glorious martial history, you can lounge with your chosen lady while the performance is ongoing.”
“Yes, we will be attending them all during our stay.” Kasnir nodded to his friends. ” So now that we have made our selection, what do we do now?”
“Our guide here will now lead you to your playrooms preperation area, you can undress there and we will get your selection ready. While this is happening some stimulating video will be played on the available screen. You can also learn more about your selection here if that is your wish. Once everything is set the door will unlock and you will all be free to enter and enjoy yourselves, There is refreshments available in the playroom as well of course. You can play for as long as you all desire and practice any particular fetishes you may have, but please, the Duke requests that you do not harm his property in any way.”
” We understand.” Kasnir nodded as the attendant led them away. They were not the only ones either, all throughout the main hall guests, mostly men but one or two women, made selections from the dancing displays and eagerly went to prepare.

Njali’s was struggling to control her breath despite the ‘shot’ of the tranc that was designed to keep her calm. Drugs that were intended to arouse her were starting to kick in and conflict with the mood stabilizers, her head started to cloud as her body began to react to the chemicals. She had been escorted into the room by servitor attendants where she was to ‘service’ her first guests. She lay on the rose silken bedding and the aromas circulating throughout the room further made her drowsy. As she heard the doors open and three naked men appear in front of her, her mind began to dance pleasantly. They assembled around the large bed, staring hungrily at her body.
Kasnir and his two associates stared wide eyed at the naked Ymiri lying in front of them, Tyril groaned and his cock throbbed at the sight of her. The three men’s eyes roamed over every inch of the Ymiri’s body as they made their way toward her, Her breasts were large and her physique was well muscled. Kasnir was enthralled by her darker shade of skin, the infomation display saying she was from a desert world, it glistened with sweat in the warm overhead lighting above the bed. The woman looked back at them, her large near glowing green eyes seemingly glazed over.
Sevirn wagged his tongue as he clutched both her tits in his hands and began to massage and squeeze them. The woman reacted slightly, moaning and shifting a little as a clear fluid began to seep out of both nipples. he drooled slightly as his head descended towards it.
He rolled his tongue across her left areola, sucking up the fluid and teasing the other with his finger as he did so. The Ymiri began to moan further as Kasnir ran his hands up her firm legs, gently spreading them apart as Tyril grabbed the back of her head, he kissed the slave woman deeply as Sevirn shifted his attention to the other breast. Leaving saliva and a red mark behind as he parted away.
The three men each worked a part of Njali’s body, exploring her in every way. They kissed her and tasted the fluids the implants produced within her, their excitement began to build and their attention became more ravenous. Hands groped and ran over her body. Kasnir could wait no longer and slid his cock deep into her, the other two backed away momentarily and watched as he thrust between the Ymiri’s thighs.
Njali’s head was spinning in both chemical and sexual arousal as the first man began to pound into her, she could taste their drool around her mouth and her breasts tingled with a coolness from being sucked on. She could not help but moan in sync with the man now slamming into her. He began to speed up and thrust harder and she began to feel him throbbing inside of her slightly, He grabbed both of her hips and rode harder as he began to peak.
Kasnir’s eyes briefly flushed as he exploded inside the Ymiri slave, his cock pumped a slow stream of cum into her as he let out a breath of satisfaction. He slowly pulled out and his dick quivered as he moved away. Sevirn took his turn next, he grabbed both breasts and used them as support as he entered her, as he began his thrusts he roughly squeezed and rocked them both with his hands. Kasnir turned to Tyril as Sevirn rode her.
“This is incredible!” He looked at his closest friend, “We have got to buy one of these to take back with us!”
Tyril could not reply, he was too focused on the woman, watching as her body bucked and gyrated with Sevirn’s thrusts. He sped up rapidly and roared as he came deep into her. The Ymiri’s back arched in response as he pumped a second load into her. He let out a deep sigh as he pulled away, a thin dibble of cum flowed out the womans sex.
“Go ahead friend! Its your turn.” Kasnir smiled at Tyril.
Njali watched as the third man climbed between her legs, he stared down into her eyes and once more gave her a firm kiss as he entered her, she felt the previous mens spendings push further into her as he began pumping. he gently kissed her neck as he sped up, strangely lovingly rather than rough.
This continued for the next few hours, the group used Njali in every way they could, the room was filled with the aroma of sex along with the perfumes that were circulated in the air. The three men lay with Njali between sex, touching and exploring her body. After the fourth hour they departed the room, laughing and discussing with each other. Njali was left for a while to recouperate before the servitor attendant took her to a washroom to shower and clean up.
The Duke watched with a smirk as his guests used the slaves. On secret cameras within each chamber scenes of debauchery were beamed back to the displays in his office. He watched two women cover the Slave named Brunvi with edible creams from the counters and lick it off her like she was a platter, while another woman with an elaborate hairstyle ground her cunt between her thighs. On another two men used a slave at the same time, one slamming between her legs while the other thrust himself into her mouth. He absorbed the sights and sounds playing out in front of him, sensing that the alien remains in his secret chamber was soaking up the activities like a sponge. He settled back, smiling with a satisfaction of his own as he planned his next moves.

The Platter (Ymiri Chapter 4)
Kohl Zepherin had initially intended to join the rest of his entourage at the selection podiums, but after tasting a slice of the rich gilderberry almond cake in the welcoming diner, he found himself completely enraptured. By the time he had finished his fourth slice the room had emptied apart from two servitors that had been assigned to clean up.
“Jeth? Roshaam?!” Zepherin tried to raise them on the portvox he wore round his collar, but there was no reply.
“I bet they are devouring something else right now!” Kohl chuckled to himself, “There had better be a Yimmi left for me!”
He sighed, gazing round the dining area, his sizeable stomach grumbled again, if only there was more of that lovely Gilderberry cake.
“I suppose its up to me to check out where we will be staying then!” The group had already been given directions to their chambers, and their luggage had been sent to their rooms respectively.
Kohl slapped his large girth as the lift took him to his groups suites. He knew that he wasn’t the greatest looking of his family and his love of food had made him incredibily overweight as the years went by. He took the insults of his peers quietly, but his servants and house underlings bore the brunt of his anger afterwards on numerous occasions.
The lift stopped and he strided into the chambers central plaza. Numerous tapestries decorated the walls and the decor was of the classic early M33 High imperial era.
“They sure loved their marble back in those times.” Kohl ran his hands across a nude statue he was admiring. The silence of the chambers and the lighting seemed off however. There were large areas completely cast in shadow and what illumination there was seemed dull, the air was strangely cool and He could swear that there was the distinct smell of rich foods in the air.
The whole of the central plaza was decorated with enormous paintings and tapestries and Kohl’s gaze was drawn to one just inside of a large alcove. The picture seemed to be of a warm purple colored ocean dotted with what seemed to be islands on which rested enormous feasting tables, they where filled with all manner of foods and beverages, some familiar to Kohl, the ‘feast’ islands dotted its colorful ocean way into the distance of the piece.
But that was not what caught his eye, around the tables, and drinking from the strange lake, seemed to be disturbing wide mouthed figures. Their skin was grey and they were painfully thin and gaunt. Each of them had a gaping cavity where their stomachs should have been, a hole that could be seen straight through, they were shovelling great clumps of the food into their grotesque mouths. The tapestry was very disturbing and seemed to have been in very bad taste to be displayed in a resort like this.
Kohl shook his head, the silence was starting to grate him and he was bitter at being left behind by the others, who were obviously sampling what this place was all about without him.
He entered the room that he had been given for the stay. His belongings and luggage had been dumped in a pile by the servitors, seemingly with little care, another wonderful demonstration of hospitality it seemed. Kohl muttered to himself when the lovely smell hit his nostrils.
His nose, honed by years of sniffing out lavish meals and fine foods, guided him further into his room, he gazed down at the large slice of gilderberry cake that had been left on the lavish platter before him. Looking further it seemed someone had set up a strange conveyer belt in here, upon which rested several large plates of various meals and desserts, at the end of the belt seemed to be a small hatch where they must have been delivered automatically.
Kohl picked up a small note next to the gilderberry cake, it was emblasoned with the Valiene crest.
‘Compliments of the house Lord Zepherin. Please enjoy as much as you desire, The Duke sends his warmest regards.’ He lowered the paper and frowned.
“Hmph, at least there is some respect for station on this sweltering rock them!” He screwed up the note and tossed it aside. His eyes slowly roamed back to the cake slice, and all the rest on offer.
‘I suppose one more coudn’t possibily do any damage’ he thought to himself. His mouth started to water.
The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped, he shivered as his breath misted out in front of him. he sat at the ‘table’ and picked up the slice in his stubby fingers.
As he bit into the cake, his mouth exploded with flavours he had never tasted before, a strange echo of what seemed to be whispering flowed through the room as he munched through and devoured the slice, as he finished he knew deep down that the flavours he just tasted should not even be possible, that what he had just experienced was not normal for food to taste like. He was enraptured however.
His eyes roamed across the feast layed out before him, and a hunger no human being could ever have gripped his soul as he snatched great handfuls of food and forced them into his mouth. There was a noise at the end of the conveyer belt as it fired up, the hatch opened and more filled platters of food slowly made their way across the belt.
Kohl no longer had control of himself, but was aware as he forced more and more food down into his throat, inside his mind he screamed out for help as his body…and stomach, seemed to have taken on a life of their own.
Plates and fine cutlery crashed to the floor as the conveyer belt spat out more and more lavish dishes without end. Kohl’s body dived onto the pile at the floor, his body rolling around in the accumulating pile as he gorged without control.
‘What is happening to me?!…am I shrinking?!!’
As Kohl feasted his body began to wither and lose mass, the whispering that flowed around the room now seemed like screams as his face began to lose form and take on the visage of the creatures of the tapestry outside his room. He could no longer remember his name or his former life, as the being that had once been Kohl Zepherin shook itself out of his clothes, it paused to clutch its stomach….but where there was once a well fed girth, there was now just an empty hole.

Chapter 5 The Price of Resistance.
Njali watched as the woman who resisted left through the open gap in the barrier and entered the vast jungle outside the resort. Here it seemed those who caused trouble weren’t simply killed off directly, but instead ‘exiled’ to the dangerous badlands that surrounded the whole place.
Kept at bay by the vast laser fences and admantium wires, the moons jungle was filled with dangerous fauna and venomous plant life. Those Ymiri that could force through all the drugs and try to fight back or escape weren’t harmed or punished by the overseers in any way. The Duke simply decreed that ‘problem’ slaves be sent out into the lethal wilderness to fend for themselves, away from the security of the resort.
Judging by the many growls and sounds that could be heard near the fences at night, it was probably one of the few things the Duke wasn’t lying about. The Woman, who Njali only knew as Katrissa, had wrestled a weapon from one of the servitors that watched over them and had attempted to fight several others that tried to subdue her.
Eventually she fell to her knees, some kind of implant (there were so many) at the base of her spine caused her to collapse in pain. She was taken away and later on Njalis group were escorted to the fence to witness her leaving.
“Trouble here at our resort cannot be allowed to become normal!” The Duke Seruzon Valiene’s holographic face hovered over them, talking seemingly like a stern father. “Those who do not wish to respect my hospitality and goodwill can simply leave my home, I spent considerable time and resources in saving you all from a harsh life of hard labor or conscription into an auxilliery battallion, the least that could be expected in return is the simple pleasure of your company, I ask for nothing more!”
It was clear this was prerecorded, several times it stuttered and froze and his face rippled as he droned on about how much ‘expense’ he paid for them.
“You will find that I am a gentle master, I have no need for elaborate displays of punishment or brutal discipline at my home. My technology and the environment of my moon itself provides all of the incentive to cooperate that I need, as you are now well aware! Those who leave the boundaries of the resort are unlikely to survive outside its fences for long, even augmented abhumans such as yourself will fall to this moons many dangers eventually.”
As Katrissa faded from view into the dense jungle, the hotlight barrier reappeared, there was no noise for now as the moon was still within starlight, but once it passed into view of its desert motherworld, the familiar sound of the moons predators became apparent.
The group were ushered back to their living stable by the servitors, no one spoke as they left the fence behind.

Duke Valiene had been watching the demonstration secretly from his personal operations center in his penthouse suite. The Slave Katrissa had been quite striking physically and it was unfortunate to see her go, but at this time he could not afford uncontrolled emotions or deaths within the resort itself.
Things were at a critical point and the ritual that the duke had started had entered a delicate stage, the first of the carefully selected visitors had been offered up and had been absorbed into the local warpshadow that the grounds cast within the empyrean. The dormant energy from the Xeno’s remains had started to have its effect, and realspace across the resort bulged and contracted, awaiting further influx.
Each offering was screened beforehand, people who had the means to reach and indulge in what was offered but who weren’t important enough that their disappearence would be followed up on. So called ‘nobles’ died or went missing all the time in Gamenor, but these self deluded wretches were easily replaced, a second assistant here, a small cargo hauler there, all claimed status they never truly had, and all were ultimately expendable. The Duke smirked as he mused at the number of these pretenders who went missing throughout his life. He shook himself to the present quickly however, the first of the events was tomorrow.

Brunvi rubbed here sore nipples as she showered, the three women that had selected her had all paid attention to them the day before. She had never had intimate relations with another female until now, to be honest she had never really considered it, Whether it was the drugs she was administered or simply the experience itself she didn’t know. But her mind had been opened to new sensations and experiences since arriving here, and despite being forced against her will, she strangely tingled with anticipation as what might be coming next.
She left the showers and settled in the stables main living area, the room had large comfortable loungers everywhere and there were the usual kitchenette and dining areas found in communal living spaces. Her kin rested around quietly, few talked after their first experiences. Brunvi glaced over at Njali, she was lying on a lounger near the window, hugging a pillow.
“Is it ok right now to join you?” Njali looked up and nodded, her smile was welcoming despite everything.
Brunvi settled herself in the space next to Njali, she looked at her new friend, since her experience with the three aquila women, feelings had started to stir in her that weren’t present before. Njalis light tanned skin glistened slightly in the cast light. Bruni’s eyes moved down to her breasts for a second, like hers they had been enhanced and augmented.
her mind flashed back to when the three aquila women sucked on hers, the drug fuelled explosions of pleasure as they each licked and ran their lips all over her nipples, eagerly sucking up the sweet clear fluids that the implants now produced.
Brunvi wondered what the stuff tasted like..
“Have you thought about any miracle escape plans yet?”
Her mind snapped back to the present, “Nothing yet.” she sighed, “All I can keep telling myself is to wait for an opportunity, but after what we just saw with Katrissa today…” she trailed off.
Njali looked back out the window “These viithing drugs they keep us dosed up with aren’t helping, before we can come up with anything else, we have to figure out some way of stopping them entering our system.”
“I know, but aside from rushing a control room somewhere I don’t see how thats going to happen.”
Njali was about to say more, but the stables lights went out for the night, and the familiar droning voice informed them to retire to their beds.
The two Ymiri women nodded to each other before departing, following the others to their sleeping quarters. Outside across the fences the sounds of glutteral howling echoed across the reserve.

Chapter 6 The Love Nest.
Marek Onvaar had been to many seedy brothels during his career as a munitions hauler, but this den of debauchery was nothing he had ever experienced before….and he loved every minute of it!
The place was filled with activity, naked men eagerly flitted between the curtained cubicles, giggling like horny Juvies on their first dates. the sounds of raw sex seeped out from within each one, and the laughter and moans of more than one patron could be heard coming from a few of them. Inside each of the decorated box rooms was a Ymiri sex slave. Naked, oiled up and ready for use throughout the busy day
As Mareks eyes roamed throught the central area, he noticed that a handful of the cubicles had small crowds hanging near the entrance, staring in and jostling for their turns. He made his way to the nearest.
It took him a while to gently push his way through the group, but when he gazed within the room his eyes widened and his cock throbbed.
A group of nude men stood around the large bedding, the entire place stank of sweat and passion, and there at the center of it all was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, sucking a patrons cock while another took her from the front.
Her body was toned to perfection and in places bore what seemed to be tribal tattoo’s, her tanned skin subtley contrasted the pale figures around her, and her glowing emerald eyes, the signature sign of her abhuman strain, gazed up at the man she was servicing. He clutched a handful of her dark braided and dreadlocked hair and gently coaxed her further, while the other man slammed himself between her muscled thighs.
Marek’s watched as both the men roared as they climaxed, the crowd surrounding them cheered as they finished up and climbed off the bedding, the Ymiri lay back.
Another two climbed after them and the crowd started to shout encouragements to them.
“Suck on her bosom!, you’ll love the taste of it!” someone shouted out and laughter followed.
One of the men clutched both of the womans large breasts and squeezed, clear fluid seeped from both nipples in response to the pressure, the Ymiri woman merely lay back with a glazed look on her face.
The crowd shouted out and cheered as both men began sucking on a breast each, the slave moaned slightly in response and Mareks gaze centered between her wide open legs, there was a thin stream of semen flowing free from her from the previous clients, but this sight did not seem to dissuade the crowd that was eagerly awaiting their turn.
He didn’t want to wait however, and this cubicle had a queue it seemed, he left and walked to another without anyone waiting and gazed in between the curtains. Inside was a familiar scene but this time the patrons were two women. Their black hair was elaborately styled in a way that many of Gamenors female nobles liked. One was grinding her thighs between the resident slaves legs, a lighter skinned woman but similarly decorated with tattoos. The other patron was slowly, and very forcefully kissing her, her lips flowing over the Ymiris, in between each kiss both women teased each others tongues. One of the noblewomen turned to him and smiled seductively as she continued her grinding. she blew a kiss of her own in his direction.
Marek considered entering and joining them, but he did not wish to share his first experience here with other guests, he wanted one of the Ymiri (or more perhaps) to himself without other patrons. He let the silk curtains drop back into place and moved further on.
He stood at the side of a cubicle shivering, the main ‘plaza’ that connected all the box rooms seemed have gotten suddenly colder, being unclothed didn’t help either. Marek was about to to reconsider the invitation from the noblewomen when a cubicle to caught his eye.
It was located further back than the others, and unlike them the light that glowed through the semi transparent curtains was cooler, more blueish than the warm yellow lighting that emanated from the others. Marek slowly stepped foreward, a wonderous smell of strange perfume hit his nostrils as he slowly parted the drapes, His gasped in wonder.
The Ymiri on the resort were all stunning, but laying before him was beauty he never thought was physically possible. The Slaves skin was almost porclein in hue and her smile at him caused his heart to nearly melt in his chest. She beckoned to him with both arms outstretched.
“Come in, perhaps you’ll find what is lacking with all the others… yes?!”
Marek was taken aback by what she said, he had always been told that Ymiri were never allowed to learn how to speak Imperial gothic, he’d certainly not heard any of the slaves he’d met using the holy tongue themselves, and the hololight communications that seemed to have been made from them all spoke in the same heathen gibberish that passed as language to them. Yet this one spoke so flawlessly in the High tongue she could easily have passed as a noble were it not for the telltale green eyes the abhumans had.
“I…er, I guess I will.” Marek stuttered but was enthralled by the pale slaves visage, like the others she had tattoos, buth these seemed somehow…different at a glance, they swirled around her shoulders in unusual patterns, dizzying his eyes as he tried to follow them.
Marek settled on the bedding next to her, his cock pulsed in anticipation, the womans eyes bore into his own,, and his mind filled with thoughts and feelings he never knew he could put together in his head. She gently clasped both hands around his head and kissed him slowly.
A jolt of raw lust flowed through him like a bolt of lightning, his heart hammered and his eyes rolled in their sockets. She slowly ran her fingers down his chest, each caress firing up further rushes in Mareks brain, her lips parted his and she gazed at him.
“Lie back.” Her smile caused his muscles to relax as she slowly pushed him down.
Marek stared up at the strange markings on the cubicles ceiling as the slave set to work. Slowly she ran her tongue down the center of his chest, each kiss firing jolts of pleasure in his head. She reached his cock and briefly stopped, teasing it with her fingers gently as it pulsed. Marek watched as her mouth opened wide and enveloped the head.
He shivered and convulsed as she began sucking, her head bobbed up and down rhythmically. He suddenly felt more hands gently caressing both his arms, at some point two other slaves each with the same pearly white skin tone and markings, had entered and joined them.
The women on either side began slowly caressing his arms, gently pulling them in each direction. The first Ymiri finshed her attention on his cock and slowly worked her way up to his face again.
Marek found that he could no longer move a muscle, his mind still swam in delerium but it became increasingly apparent to him that he was paralysed somehow, the cubicle had suddenly got very cold, and the Ymiri now over him gazed at him seemingly with hunger. The other two caressed his arms harder and more roughly aswell.
As Marek stared into the womans, no..the things jet black eyes that was now over him, sheer terror filled his now immobile body. An explosion of agony flowed either side of him as the two other creatures violently yanked both his arms clean from their sockets, a torrent of gore rushed upwards and covered the cubicle, and its occupants in a sheet of pure scarlet.
As Marek Onvaar screamed inside of his head and as his bowels gave way and spilled over the bedding, the mouth of the abomination over him opened wide, rows upon rows of beautiful glistening fangs decended to his lips.
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The Ymiri Saga (Chapters 1-6)