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Don't be scared, that is the only post on politics here, I won't do any more

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As a citizen of Belarus, I want to say that Lukashenko is a based person. Looking at the policies of governments of other countries. In general, I often read not only Belarusian news. I am glad that Lukashenko is our president.

Thanks to his policy, we have no oligarchs, low crime rate. The fields are all well-groomed, there is no dirt, no hogweed at all. In the shops on the shelves we have a huge range of domestically produced goods, especially food industry. And this is even in local supermarkets, not large hypermarkets in shopping malls.

Education is free, taxes are not too high, considering the mixed economy and socialist orientation. There is support for small businesses. Real estate prices are acceptable, well, except for Minsk, there are many speculators there, artificially inflating prices for apartments. Moreover, you can buy a plot of land for 1 base unit, which is about 12 dollars. Moreover, these plots are from 15 hundredths to 5 hectares. Of course, if you do not use your 5 hectares, they will be confiscated, but the fact remains.

Prices correspond to salaries. I've met enough whiners complaining about low salaries, but they worked in positions like cashiers. Well, excuse me, but getting a correspondence education and getting a job where they don't pay much by default, isn't an option? I also met such whiners at my dad's company, they were programmers, but they didn't do anything and were on a... based salary? (Well idk how in in English, we call it "оклад" (oklad) and this is the minimum wage, not including bonuses for hours worked, which make up the bulk of the full salary. For example, research fellows receive grants instead of hours.) And naturally, they were against Lukashenko.

My country is not perfect, but Lukashenko is not a bad president. Some people howl about the fact that our government does not change. That is good, I do not see anything bad in that. We are not at war with anyone, we do not have hostile propaganda against our neighboring countries. Poles, Lithuanians, Ukrainians, Russians are our brothers, we treat them positively, we did not block exports, they blocked our imports. Is this Lukashenko's merit? No. He cannot influence the policies of neighboring countries, and the fact that they hate him and impose sanctions against Belarus is the merit of those who impose sanctions and do not recognize Lukashenko. The Lithuanian government hates us and accuses us of stealing history, although this history was given to them by the Russians back in the days of the Russian Empire, whom they hate so much (as the Polish historian Ludwik Janowski wrote). We agree that we have a common history, that they are also the heirs of Great Duchy of Lithuania, Ruthenia and Samogitia (yep it is the full name of GDL), but they are not happy with this.

Many of his opponents like to accuse him of being a "puppet of Russia", which is fundamentally wrong. He himself said that he is categorically against any attempts on the part of Russia to make Belarus part of Russia, and never under his rule. Yes, there is cooperation with Russia, with China. But who else should we cooperate with if we are slapped with sanctions from all sides because of "Lukashenko" and "co-aggressor in the war in Ukraine", although Lukashenko is against this war.

It is not true that half of our country is in jail, half of the country is guarding. In 2020, extremists were imprisoned under real articles of the Criminal Code that have always existed. For example, under articles on financing extremist activities and wars. (Oh, donations to the Kostus Kalinovsky Regiment, and donations to organizations recognized as extremist). People are afraid for no reason and broadcast their fear. They have divided society, for which, in principle, they themselves are to blame. Among all 9 million people, we simply have not found a worthy, unclouded presidential candidate in whom the people have confidence, except for the current government.

Of the 14 state-approved theses on the distortion of our history, there are two like this:

Unfounded denial or exaggeration of the significance of the BNR in the history of Belarusian statehood, silence about the functionaries of the National Rada in exile with foreign services.

The tendentious search for anti-Russian, anti-Western, anti-Polish, anti-Ukrainian and other destructive tendencies in the history of Belarus for use for political purposes.

So our government has rather centrist views, and not right-wing, communist, conservative, etc. as ppl like to consider them.

Lukashenko put some shitass BBC 'journalist' down, so the guy put it on his youtube channel to show how 'horrible' Lukashenko was to him, lmao.

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Murloc in a dress sits in a puddle. Why is she sitting in a puddle? Probably so that her scales don't dry out

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Fun fact i dunno how spell my chars' names cuz part of them are polish but use old belarusian and i use belarusian, and dis names is spelling different in dis languages despite they sound in same way, so i write them in way i write, how fate decides

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Wake up the wicked

Towards the end of his life, Bolesłav went a little insane and tried to make the whole world turn against him. He wanted to die and at the same time tried to take everything he had created with him to the grave, but his son Jarosłav cut off his head before he declared war on all of Western and Eastern Europe at once. Since Bolesłav was a vampire, this did not kill him, but he was buried in a sarcophagus, where he lay for 400 years with his head in his hands, until his eldest son Vladysłav brought him back to life in 2025.

The grand duke without money, without land, without title and forgotten by all...

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"Hyhyhy Jarosłav u sukiency" / "Bže pravy, ja ubiŭ svajgo bro"

(Hehehe, Yaroslav in dress / Omg, i killed my bro)

His hair was combed and blow-dried😭

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Gigachad cat from my pfp

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Gem

Did I miss the statute of limitations on this meme? Oh well. When I saw it, I immediately thought of these 2. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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Sexy serpent

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Two lesbians and Mr. Friendzone

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Happy Trans Visibility Day and happy Pudding Day! 🍮💗🏳️‍⚧️

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Im stupid

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Summer in Waarum.

This is part of Astral Labyrinths, realm of markuls, yap. The outer part of the realm is woven with dream threads, similar to a network of roots. Waarum (literally a coniferous forest in Markulata) has cool summers and frosty winters. Time in this realm passes differently than on Earth, there is no day or night. The season of the year feels like it lasts about 1200 Earth years.

By the way, the picture is displayed almost as a Markul would see it. They have poor color vision. Almost, because then it would be more cyan. They don't see blue and some shades of green, instead they see faded cyan.

Oh, I'll even correct it and show how the Markuls see their realm.

Btw, this markul is Alšechar, my oc

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He is living warmachine, not decoration

A sketch of Sanguinius on Baal. My headcanon is that he wore a lot of light long clothes. Like, Baal is a desert planet, why is he depicted as pale and in a toga? I think wearing a lot of clothes would make more sense. Yes, he is a primarch, such temperatures are probably not a problem for him, but he grew up in a culture of people living in the desert. I don't think he would wear a toga, which is not typical for them, plus he was a leader and was respected. Ornate clothes could well indicate his status.

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It's ok, but you just should have asked

Summary: Ogodei falls in the hands of a Night Lord war band

Mentions of Hildegard, oc of mine from @cardinalcanis Chapter

Pairing: Ogodei x Night Lord

Genre: Smut

TW: HOLY HELL SMUT, HEAVY DEPICTION OF CANON NIGHT LORDS, PLEASE AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION READ, IF NOT FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS, DEGRADATION

Goblin tag squad: @cardinalcanis @finchly-tintinnabulation @artemisareia

@echo-of-damnation @meervalv0 @druidwolf21

@gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @beckyninja

@jaghatai-khock

The bird with broken wings

Time seemed to stretch endlessly in that dark and cold cell; the shackled hurt Ogodei skin as he felt the ulcers on his wrist and ankles worsening, probably they had been infected by this point. Ogodei hissed in pain and growled one more time as he struggled against the restraints to no use. He was trapped there and he would be for the Emperor's knew how long.

The events that had led him there were blurry, confusing and disorganized. After the mourning for Adden, his squad hadn't enough strength to support the vindictive attack to the Fractured Hosts planet, forcing the sergeant to make the choice of retreating from the war altogether, at least to give Nianzu and the others a mental break from all the suffering they had endured in the months and years they had been fighting on the front. The decision had been tough for him, as the Nomad felt he had failed the memory of his brother by turning his back to the pact of vengeance against their enemy. But it was the right leadership choice to take, his squad and the rest of the Nomads wouldn't had been able to take much more punishment without dwindling their numbers considerably; there was no point in upholding an oath if they all were death.

Onwards they boarded their flagship, sailing with the sorrows of defeat towards Cthonipem to heal and strengthening their numbers, filling the gaps that had been left by the dead with the newblood Neophytes that had completed their arduous training and had earned the right to experience their first real war zone for the first time in their lives. Ogodei remained in his chambers through the whole travel, the loneliness and silence of his cell gave him the space to think about his choices, the deaths he had caused and the lives he had saved; all the while he sat in a dark corner, staring at the hololithic picture of his squad he had from those first early days; when he had been the newbie and Adden had taken him under his wing, the initial six members of Ogodei squad were all gone now, only he remained to sing about those bonding years.

It had all gone well, the Warp jump had gone smoothly, not awakening any of the monsters lurking in it; the crew of the ship had been vigilant to ensure nothing strange would happen. The rift in space and time had appeared so suddenly it hadn't left time for anyone to react, not even the Marines onboard had been able to spot it in time, as if it had ambushed them, being created artificially by one of the Chaos Gods to specially target their ship. Ogodei had only been awoken by the sudden change in gravity when the ship tilted in space; he was lucky that his armor had saved him from being thrown against the wall of his chamber; the ship then proceeded to be plummeted into some sort of black hole. He remembered the screams of his brothers and the crew, all being tossed around like rag dolls, the sounds of metal scratched and clawed by creatures he had not dared to think were even real.

It all lasted for no more than two or three minutes; but those were the most nightmarish moments he had witnessed in any travel through the Warp he had taken part of. Screams from his squad calling out to him, debris being tossed around crushing anyone who got in it's arc of trajectory, a hideous and shrieking white noise so loud it made the Nomad ears bleed, the wails of those who watched the person beside them die in blood and gore and the sudden stop in movement that came when they exited the void of chaos.

The ship had reached a planet, crashing on it with all its force. The impact shook every soul in it and crushed many, including the serfs who were in charge of protecting the human crew and ensuring they would survive the crash. From the flaming wreckage he felt a pair of hands lifting him up from the ground; chuckling and then making him faint from a blow to the head.

"Ah, we have found a live one!"

A voice spoke before darkness swallowed him.

Ogodei was awoken by an unbearable headache, his eyes widening in pain as a bright light blinded and burned his eyes, so used to the darkness they had been on for the past eternity. Someone chuckled in front of the Nomad, it's cold and foul breath reaching Ogodei nostrils. As his eyes adjusted to the light once again, the Nomad blinked twice; standing there, with their arms on their back, a Night Lord with a psyker helmet was smiling widely from ear to ear admiring the work he had already done on Ogodei and relishing in the work that he had yet to do on the Nomad.

The Night Lord was not alone, he was surrounded by at least fifteen other Night Lords, all staring down at the shackled Nomad with the same grin on their faces.Ogodei face changed from surprise to pure anger, his muscles tensing as he struggled against the restraints again. The Night Lord in the front laughed louder as he grabbed Ogodei chin, staring right into his eyes.

"The precious little boy is finally awake brothers!" He announced, like a showman presenting their special guest for the audience. The other Night Lords cheered at the announcement. "Do not be so eager, we still have a long way to go and many things to do to him." The leading Astartes said, letting go of Ogodei chin, a grin never leaving his lips.

"What in the name of the Shakratel do you think you are doing?!" Ogodei demanded, spitting to the side of the Night Lord.

"Oooooh and this one bites!" The Night Lord giggled, fainting a surprised mocked face "Such a feisty one you are, I like it." He whispered as he stared at Ogodei. "I am sure you know who I am and what my Legion does for a living, we torture and kill for fun, and you my friend are going to be our entertainment for quite a while. I will enjoy hearing you scream."

"Touch me and I will-" The Nomad bared his teeth, squirming in his restraints

"You'll do what?" The Night Lord interrupted, grabbing Ogodei by the throat. "You will break free and kill me? Oh, my dear boy, I am afraid you won't get the chance." He then let go of Ogodei and began pacing around the room.

"You know….one thing that old boring fool Arelian has is that he is really good at sharing the good news with his allies" The Night Lord hand passed through Ogodei hair, his nails scratching the skin of the Nomad head. "When he told Guul about a certain common enemy that had ran with their tail between their legs, I got really invested on paying you lot a visit…to comfort you, to smother you with kisses and hugs and all of that"

The Nomad spat to the ground once again, trying to hit the Night Lord face with it; but the saliva landed a few inches from his feet. The Night Lord laughed loudly and then slapped the Nomad on the cheek.

"As much ad I would love to jump straight to the torture, let me finish my trail of thoughts, you damn ape" The Night Lord hissed at the Nomad "As I was saying, I managed to convince Thravas to join me in communicating with the Gods as to bring you all to us. It was extremely fun, let me tell you, watching the absolute spectacle of your ship attempting to dodge the rift only to get sucked in and then tossed like a damn toy to a planet!"

"There were other survivors!?!?! Answer me, you coward!" Ogodei eyes were red with rage, struggling against his chains

"Oh yes, there were others, but my brothers called dibs on them and I couldn't get other toys…" The Night Lord chuckled as he placed a hand on Ogodei's chest. "You, however, are a lucky little boy."

The Night Lord began removing Ogodei armor, piece by piece, exposing the flesh underneath, the rest of his brothers watching eagerly, waiting for their turn. The hands roamed to the Nomad's belt, swiftly loosening the pants and letting gravity drag them down to Ogodei's ankles.

"Oooh, someone is excited!" The Night Lord joked, seeing that Ogodei cock was half-erect.

"What?! NO!" Ogodei growled, denying the truth "You dam son of a bitch, what are you doing-!"

"I am a psyker" The Night Lord spoke as he caressed Ogodei's chest and abdomen, sending shivers down the Nomad spine. "I can make your brain think of whoever I want you to…Hildegard hasn't done this to you yet, has she?"

"Keep her name out of your fucking mouth!" Ogodei barked as his erection grew slowly, making the Night Lord laugh louder.

"My, my, my, my….so you have feelings for that bitch…I'll make sure to use them later on…but for now…" The Night Lord removed the last piece of clothing the Nomad had, leaving him completely naked, his cock fully erect. The Night Lord then proceeded to grab Ogodei by the throat. "Before we get into that honey, I think we oughta introduce ourselves, don't we? I am Mercutzio, and you are?"

Ogodei did not speak, refusing to acknowledge the Night Lord existence.

"Don't be shy! I know you are a man of few words, but there is no need to be so quiet…" Mercutzio chuckled, staring at Ogodei, licking his lips. "I can always make "her" get your name out-"

"Ogodei" The Nomad murmured

"Oh I am sorry dearest, I did not heard that" Mercutzio placed his hand on his ear, faking not hearing the Nomad.

"Ogodei!" The Nomad said, raising his voice

"There you go! Was that so difficult? I thought I had to use force to get it out of you" Mercutzio smiled widely. "Now then, let's begin"

Mercutzio raised his hand, snapping his fingers.

From the shadows where the rest of Night Lords lurked, a table with sone utensils were brought and placed next to Ogodei. The Night Lord took one of the knives and held it up in front of the Nomad, turning it around and admiring the sharpness of its edges.

"What do you think? Is it sharp enough?"

Ogodei looked at the knife and then looked at Mercutzio. "Do your worst, you scum"

"Gladly" The Night Lord whispered

Wielded with the precision of a surgeon, Mercutzio began to cut and thrust the knife in various points of Ogodei skin, the screams that echoed through the ship would have made lesser men shiver and lose their grip on sanity; the other Night Lords were all cheering and chanting as the show went on, enjoying every moment of it; they all laughed as the Nomad tried to bite Mercutzio hand as he carved patterns on his chest.

Mercutzio had lost the count of how many times he had made Ogodei scream, but he was certain the Nomad had passed out for a couple of hours; only tube awakened once again by a slap on the face or the lips of his torturer as he forced his way into the Nomad's throat; Mercutzio had never felt so excited in his whole life, this new toy would last longer than he first anticipated, if the other Marine was anything to go by.

It had been hours since Ogodei was strapped to the chair, his body was covered in cuts, burns, bruises and scars; he had tried to ignore the Night Lord, but it was impossible, the damn fool was a chatterbox and would not shut up. The pain from the injuries were beginning to numb his senses; the Nomad hoped that he would soon be dead and leave this place of torment behind to be taken to the steppes of beyond the light, where Adden and the rest of the fallen would come to his aid and leave that hellish ship behind, but Mercutzio refused to give him that easy out. The Night Lord continued his work, taking breaks now and then to admire the masterpiece he had created with Ogodei body. The Nomad could feel himself weakening, fainting more and more with shorter spans of concentration.

"Are you so weak you last just this long?" The Night Lord gasped, throwing the last knife to the table, having used each and every one until the blood had dulled the blade "What about my release, haven't you thought about how I feel?"

"Go fuck yourself, you filthy coward heretical disgrace-!"" Ogodei hissed, his vision blurry.

"Well, I am afraid you'll have to help me with that one" Mercutzio chuckled, as he snapped his fingers. "Now, we had heard enough of your enjoyment, let us have some fun now!"

Another table appeared in the dim light of the room; this time making Ogodei shudder for the first time. There were no knives or any other torture devices displayed, no; even with his little experience in matters of sexual intercourse and talks about it with Jubik about it, Ogodei knew those things were used for gratification. One only Mercutzio and the other Night Lords would had; the legs of the Nomad weakened, even more than they already were.

"Now, how to begin our little time" Mercutzio smirked as his hand traveled across the table.

Grabbing an electrical device with a electrode of a particular sinister shape, Mercutzio proceeded to turn it on. A loud buzzing filled the room, making Ogodei cringe at the sound; the Night Lord held it up in front of Ogodei, watching the Nomad shake in fear, for the first time in days.

"You know what this is, right?"

Ogodei refused to acknowledge his question.

"This will pass through your arms, it will pass through your legs, it will pass through those nice little cuts….and it will pass through your hindquarters" The buzzing came closer, Ogodei wriggled away from it as much as he could, trying to avoid the contact of the electrode with his skin. "Now, now, do not be such a naughty boy, you need to take your punishment like a man…the Emperor made us to resist these kind of things anyways, did he not?"

The electrode was placed on the chest, near a fresh cut, Ogodei screamed in pain and writhed in his chains, the sudden stimulation running through his whole system. He tried not to think of anything, to clear his mind of all thoughts and of the pain; to retreat back to his inner self and think of his Song, following all of the steps he had learned to take as to not be overwhelmed by emotions nor any other distractions. But where there was pain, Mercutzio took it one step further towards the sinister and dark thoughts only a Night Lord could had; the electrode went to Ogodei genitals, to his ass, making it so through pure raw nerve stimulation the Marine had an erection.

"I wonder if you could do this with anyone else….maybe Hildegard?" Mercutzio whispered to the Nomad's ear as he licked it. "No…that bitch is too uptight, I bet she would prefer using her imagination over having you, you two had been edging on doing something with each other right? How many of those times had she actually proposed doing any of this?"

Mercutzio turned off the electrode and placed it back on the table, staring down at Ogodei's red skin after being exposed to such levels of electricity and damage. He chuckled as he heard the gasps and tired inhalations of the Nomad. He took another item from the table and walked to the back of the Marine, making him writhe in fear.

"You have never been ridden, isn't it big boy?" The Night Lord sighed, kicking Ogodei legs and spreading them even further "Sing for me, will you?"

The Nomad's screams filled the halls once again; this time with a mix of pleasure and pain. The Night Lord was a skilled rider, making sure not to pierce any vital organs and cause any damage that would be lethal, but also making sure to go as deep as he could and touch every single spot inside the Marine's ass, making him shudder and moan and scream the same time. The other Night Lords leaned forward, staring and enjoying the show just as much as their psyker leader was; watching Ogodei squirm in pain and pleasure, the sounds escaping his mouth made them all drool in excitement.

It had been the worst for the Nomad, not knowing when it would end or how long it would last; Mercutzio was careful enough to restrain himself to how much could Ogodei battered body could actually take, flashing in the Nomad's mind the figure of Hildegard but being rejected again and again by Ogodei; he would not be fooled, he would not think this was somehow happening with her, sullying her figure on his mind. She remained pure, unaltered, beautiful and comforting just as she had always been for the Nomad; this would not break that carefully made mental image of her.

With one last deep thrust, Mercutzio gasped and took a few seps back from Ogodei, a loud "clink" resonating through the room as he dropped the object he had used for his release. The Night Lord sighed and stared at the Nomad's bleeding hindquarters and the liquid leaking from it. He snapped his fingers as he motioned for the others to clean up the mess; they obeyed without question and took the table away.

Ogodei's eyes were closed, he had been drifting in and out of consciousness the whole time. Mercutzio lifted his chin one last time, sweat dripping from the Night Lord forehead.

"You'll always remember I was your first time…won't you?" He smirked, chuckling sinisterly "And will probably be the best"

He let go of the Nomad's face; walking away fusing with the darkness as Ogodei battered form was left to hang there again. In the loneliness the man suddenly found himself in, he allowed the held back whimpers to come out, tears falling to the floor filled with his shame and blood. His mind drifted to unconsciousness once again and healed, as little as he could, from that nightmare.

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Wtf bro, why you used my Rufus.gif for your work 😭

Im confused

Summary: Ogodei falls in the hands of a Night Lord war band

Mentions of Hildegard, oc of mine from @cardinalcanis Chapter

Pairing: Ogodei x Night Lord

Genre: Smut

TW: HOLY HELL SMUT, HEAVY DEPICTION OF CANON NIGHT LORDS, PLEASE AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION READ, IF NOT FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS, DEGRADATION

Goblin tag squad: @cardinalcanis @finchly-tintinnabulation @artemisareia

@echo-of-damnation @meervalv0 @druidwolf21

@gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @beckyninja

@jaghatai-khock

The bird with broken wings

Time seemed to stretch endlessly in that dark and cold cell; the shackled hurt Ogodei skin as he felt the ulcers on his wrist and ankles worsening, probably they had been infected by this point. Ogodei hissed in pain and growled one more time as he struggled against the restraints to no use. He was trapped there and he would be for the Emperor's knew how long.

The events that had led him there were blurry, confusing and disorganized. After the mourning for Adden, his squad hadn't enough strength to support the vindictive attack to the Fractured Hosts planet, forcing the sergeant to make the choice of retreating from the war altogether, at least to give Nianzu and the others a mental break from all the suffering they had endured in the months and years they had been fighting on the front. The decision had been tough for him, as the Nomad felt he had failed the memory of his brother by turning his back to the pact of vengeance against their enemy. But it was the right leadership choice to take, his squad and the rest of the Nomads wouldn't had been able to take much more punishment without dwindling their numbers considerably; there was no point in upholding an oath if they all were death.

Onwards they boarded their flagship, sailing with the sorrows of defeat towards Cthonipem to heal and strengthening their numbers, filling the gaps that had been left by the dead with the newblood Neophytes that had completed their arduous training and had earned the right to experience their first real war zone for the first time in their lives. Ogodei remained in his chambers through the whole travel, the loneliness and silence of his cell gave him the space to think about his choices, the deaths he had caused and the lives he had saved; all the while he sat in a dark corner, staring at the hololithic picture of his squad he had from those first early days; when he had been the newbie and Adden had taken him under his wing, the initial six members of Ogodei squad were all gone now, only he remained to sing about those bonding years.

It had all gone well, the Warp jump had gone smoothly, not awakening any of the monsters lurking in it; the crew of the ship had been vigilant to ensure nothing strange would happen. The rift in space and time had appeared so suddenly it hadn't left time for anyone to react, not even the Marines onboard had been able to spot it in time, as if it had ambushed them, being created artificially by one of the Chaos Gods to specially target their ship. Ogodei had only been awoken by the sudden change in gravity when the ship tilted in space; he was lucky that his armor had saved him from being thrown against the wall of his chamber; the ship then proceeded to be plummeted into some sort of black hole. He remembered the screams of his brothers and the crew, all being tossed around like rag dolls, the sounds of metal scratched and clawed by creatures he had not dared to think were even real.

It all lasted for no more than two or three minutes; but those were the most nightmarish moments he had witnessed in any travel through the Warp he had taken part of. Screams from his squad calling out to him, debris being tossed around crushing anyone who got in it's arc of trajectory, a hideous and shrieking white noise so loud it made the Nomad ears bleed, the wails of those who watched the person beside them die in blood and gore and the sudden stop in movement that came when they exited the void of chaos.

The ship had reached a planet, crashing on it with all its force. The impact shook every soul in it and crushed many, including the serfs who were in charge of protecting the human crew and ensuring they would survive the crash. From the flaming wreckage he felt a pair of hands lifting him up from the ground; chuckling and then making him faint from a blow to the head.

"Ah, we have found a live one!"

A voice spoke before darkness swallowed him.

Ogodei was awoken by an unbearable headache, his eyes widening in pain as a bright light blinded and burned his eyes, so used to the darkness they had been on for the past eternity. Someone chuckled in front of the Nomad, it's cold and foul breath reaching Ogodei nostrils. As his eyes adjusted to the light once again, the Nomad blinked twice; standing there, with their arms on their back, a Night Lord with a psyker helmet was smiling widely from ear to ear admiring the work he had already done on Ogodei and relishing in the work that he had yet to do on the Nomad.

The Night Lord was not alone, he was surrounded by at least fifteen other Night Lords, all staring down at the shackled Nomad with the same grin on their faces.Ogodei face changed from surprise to pure anger, his muscles tensing as he struggled against the restraints again. The Night Lord in the front laughed louder as he grabbed Ogodei chin, staring right into his eyes.

"The precious little boy is finally awake brothers!" He announced, like a showman presenting their special guest for the audience. The other Night Lords cheered at the announcement. "Do not be so eager, we still have a long way to go and many things to do to him." The leading Astartes said, letting go of Ogodei chin, a grin never leaving his lips.

"What in the name of the Shakratel do you think you are doing?!" Ogodei demanded, spitting to the side of the Night Lord.

"Oooooh and this one bites!" The Night Lord giggled, fainting a surprised mocked face "Such a feisty one you are, I like it." He whispered as he stared at Ogodei. "I am sure you know who I am and what my Legion does for a living, we torture and kill for fun, and you my friend are going to be our entertainment for quite a while. I will enjoy hearing you scream."

"Touch me and I will-" The Nomad bared his teeth, squirming in his restraints

"You'll do what?" The Night Lord interrupted, grabbing Ogodei by the throat. "You will break free and kill me? Oh, my dear boy, I am afraid you won't get the chance." He then let go of Ogodei and began pacing around the room.

"You know….one thing that old boring fool Arelian has is that he is really good at sharing the good news with his allies" The Night Lord hand passed through Ogodei hair, his nails scratching the skin of the Nomad head. "When he told Guul about a certain common enemy that had ran with their tail between their legs, I got really invested on paying you lot a visit…to comfort you, to smother you with kisses and hugs and all of that"

The Nomad spat to the ground once again, trying to hit the Night Lord face with it; but the saliva landed a few inches from his feet. The Night Lord laughed loudly and then slapped the Nomad on the cheek.

"As much ad I would love to jump straight to the torture, let me finish my trail of thoughts, you damn ape" The Night Lord hissed at the Nomad "As I was saying, I managed to convince Thravas to join me in communicating with the Gods as to bring you all to us. It was extremely fun, let me tell you, watching the absolute spectacle of your ship attempting to dodge the rift only to get sucked in and then tossed like a damn toy to a planet!"

"There were other survivors!?!?! Answer me, you coward!" Ogodei eyes were red with rage, struggling against his chains

"Oh yes, there were others, but my brothers called dibs on them and I couldn't get other toys…" The Night Lord chuckled as he placed a hand on Ogodei's chest. "You, however, are a lucky little boy."

The Night Lord began removing Ogodei armor, piece by piece, exposing the flesh underneath, the rest of his brothers watching eagerly, waiting for their turn. The hands roamed to the Nomad's belt, swiftly loosening the pants and letting gravity drag them down to Ogodei's ankles.

"Oooh, someone is excited!" The Night Lord joked, seeing that Ogodei cock was half-erect.

"What?! NO!" Ogodei growled, denying the truth "You dam son of a bitch, what are you doing-!"

"I am a psyker" The Night Lord spoke as he caressed Ogodei's chest and abdomen, sending shivers down the Nomad spine. "I can make your brain think of whoever I want you to…Hildegard hasn't done this to you yet, has she?"

"Keep her name out of your fucking mouth!" Ogodei barked as his erection grew slowly, making the Night Lord laugh louder.

"My, my, my, my….so you have feelings for that bitch…I'll make sure to use them later on…but for now…" The Night Lord removed the last piece of clothing the Nomad had, leaving him completely naked, his cock fully erect. The Night Lord then proceeded to grab Ogodei by the throat. "Before we get into that honey, I think we oughta introduce ourselves, don't we? I am Mercutzio, and you are?"

Ogodei did not speak, refusing to acknowledge the Night Lord existence.

"Don't be shy! I know you are a man of few words, but there is no need to be so quiet…" Mercutzio chuckled, staring at Ogodei, licking his lips. "I can always make "her" get your name out-"

"Ogodei" The Nomad murmured

"Oh I am sorry dearest, I did not heard that" Mercutzio placed his hand on his ear, faking not hearing the Nomad.

"Ogodei!" The Nomad said, raising his voice

"There you go! Was that so difficult? I thought I had to use force to get it out of you" Mercutzio smiled widely. "Now then, let's begin"

Mercutzio raised his hand, snapping his fingers.

From the shadows where the rest of Night Lords lurked, a table with sone utensils were brought and placed next to Ogodei. The Night Lord took one of the knives and held it up in front of the Nomad, turning it around and admiring the sharpness of its edges.

"What do you think? Is it sharp enough?"

Ogodei looked at the knife and then looked at Mercutzio. "Do your worst, you scum"

"Gladly" The Night Lord whispered

Wielded with the precision of a surgeon, Mercutzio began to cut and thrust the knife in various points of Ogodei skin, the screams that echoed through the ship would have made lesser men shiver and lose their grip on sanity; the other Night Lords were all cheering and chanting as the show went on, enjoying every moment of it; they all laughed as the Nomad tried to bite Mercutzio hand as he carved patterns on his chest.

Mercutzio had lost the count of how many times he had made Ogodei scream, but he was certain the Nomad had passed out for a couple of hours; only tube awakened once again by a slap on the face or the lips of his torturer as he forced his way into the Nomad's throat; Mercutzio had never felt so excited in his whole life, this new toy would last longer than he first anticipated, if the other Marine was anything to go by.

It had been hours since Ogodei was strapped to the chair, his body was covered in cuts, burns, bruises and scars; he had tried to ignore the Night Lord, but it was impossible, the damn fool was a chatterbox and would not shut up. The pain from the injuries were beginning to numb his senses; the Nomad hoped that he would soon be dead and leave this place of torment behind to be taken to the steppes of beyond the light, where Adden and the rest of the fallen would come to his aid and leave that hellish ship behind, but Mercutzio refused to give him that easy out. The Night Lord continued his work, taking breaks now and then to admire the masterpiece he had created with Ogodei body. The Nomad could feel himself weakening, fainting more and more with shorter spans of concentration.

"Are you so weak you last just this long?" The Night Lord gasped, throwing the last knife to the table, having used each and every one until the blood had dulled the blade "What about my release, haven't you thought about how I feel?"

"Go fuck yourself, you filthy coward heretical disgrace-!"" Ogodei hissed, his vision blurry.

"Well, I am afraid you'll have to help me with that one" Mercutzio chuckled, as he snapped his fingers. "Now, we had heard enough of your enjoyment, let us have some fun now!"

Another table appeared in the dim light of the room; this time making Ogodei shudder for the first time. There were no knives or any other torture devices displayed, no; even with his little experience in matters of sexual intercourse and talks about it with Jubik about it, Ogodei knew those things were used for gratification. One only Mercutzio and the other Night Lords would had; the legs of the Nomad weakened, even more than they already were.

"Now, how to begin our little time" Mercutzio smirked as his hand traveled across the table.

Grabbing an electrical device with a electrode of a particular sinister shape, Mercutzio proceeded to turn it on. A loud buzzing filled the room, making Ogodei cringe at the sound; the Night Lord held it up in front of Ogodei, watching the Nomad shake in fear, for the first time in days.

"You know what this is, right?"

Ogodei refused to acknowledge his question.

"This will pass through your arms, it will pass through your legs, it will pass through those nice little cuts….and it will pass through your hindquarters" The buzzing came closer, Ogodei wriggled away from it as much as he could, trying to avoid the contact of the electrode with his skin. "Now, now, do not be such a naughty boy, you need to take your punishment like a man…the Emperor made us to resist these kind of things anyways, did he not?"

The electrode was placed on the chest, near a fresh cut, Ogodei screamed in pain and writhed in his chains, the sudden stimulation running through his whole system. He tried not to think of anything, to clear his mind of all thoughts and of the pain; to retreat back to his inner self and think of his Song, following all of the steps he had learned to take as to not be overwhelmed by emotions nor any other distractions. But where there was pain, Mercutzio took it one step further towards the sinister and dark thoughts only a Night Lord could had; the electrode went to Ogodei genitals, to his ass, making it so through pure raw nerve stimulation the Marine had an erection.

"I wonder if you could do this with anyone else….maybe Hildegard?" Mercutzio whispered to the Nomad's ear as he licked it. "No…that bitch is too uptight, I bet she would prefer using her imagination over having you, you two had been edging on doing something with each other right? How many of those times had she actually proposed doing any of this?"

Mercutzio turned off the electrode and placed it back on the table, staring down at Ogodei's red skin after being exposed to such levels of electricity and damage. He chuckled as he heard the gasps and tired inhalations of the Nomad. He took another item from the table and walked to the back of the Marine, making him writhe in fear.

"You have never been ridden, isn't it big boy?" The Night Lord sighed, kicking Ogodei legs and spreading them even further "Sing for me, will you?"

The Nomad's screams filled the halls once again; this time with a mix of pleasure and pain. The Night Lord was a skilled rider, making sure not to pierce any vital organs and cause any damage that would be lethal, but also making sure to go as deep as he could and touch every single spot inside the Marine's ass, making him shudder and moan and scream the same time. The other Night Lords leaned forward, staring and enjoying the show just as much as their psyker leader was; watching Ogodei squirm in pain and pleasure, the sounds escaping his mouth made them all drool in excitement.

It had been the worst for the Nomad, not knowing when it would end or how long it would last; Mercutzio was careful enough to restrain himself to how much could Ogodei battered body could actually take, flashing in the Nomad's mind the figure of Hildegard but being rejected again and again by Ogodei; he would not be fooled, he would not think this was somehow happening with her, sullying her figure on his mind. She remained pure, unaltered, beautiful and comforting just as she had always been for the Nomad; this would not break that carefully made mental image of her.

With one last deep thrust, Mercutzio gasped and took a few seps back from Ogodei, a loud "clink" resonating through the room as he dropped the object he had used for his release. The Night Lord sighed and stared at the Nomad's bleeding hindquarters and the liquid leaking from it. He snapped his fingers as he motioned for the others to clean up the mess; they obeyed without question and took the table away.

Ogodei's eyes were closed, he had been drifting in and out of consciousness the whole time. Mercutzio lifted his chin one last time, sweat dripping from the Night Lord forehead.

"You'll always remember I was your first time…won't you?" He smirked, chuckling sinisterly "And will probably be the best"

He let go of the Nomad's face; walking away fusing with the darkness as Ogodei battered form was left to hang there again. In the loneliness the man suddenly found himself in, he allowed the held back whimpers to come out, tears falling to the floor filled with his shame and blood. His mind drifted to unconsciousness once again and healed, as little as he could, from that nightmare.

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