*The following is the opening to an adult themed series I’m writing set in the 40k verse, it will contain some very nsfw themes in future and I’ll give a link to the site itself at the end. Site has some more lore on the abhumans mentioned here on it but as warned it has some adult stories and themes aswell.*
He always felt that small flutter in his chest when he made new purchases.
Baron Reikar Solonor, Inheritor of the late Lord Elias Solonor’s ancient warrant of trade, watched from the observation booth as the shuttle carrying the newest Ymiri replacements docked within the White Horizon’s hanger bay.
New arrivals and reservists for his ‘War Consorts’, a small band of roughly 130 ‘Indentured’ Ymiri warrior women, gathered by himself to act as his Mercenary group …and also as pleasure slaves, both for himself and for anyone of worth he encountered during his travels. The Ymiri’s combat prowess and exotic beauty were well known amongst Gamenors nobility, and both genders of the abhuman strain were in high demand for a variety of reasons, conventional or otherwise.
The Baron, taking one last admiring look at his faded reflection in the glass window before him, turned and made his way to the transit carriage that would take him to the hanger, hailing his second in command as he seated himself on the main Dais.
“Are the ones I selected ready for inspection?”
“Yes Baron. I bought the five you requested to the docking tower.”
His ‘Second’, Iona Servias, a truly ravishing scarlet haired Ymiri he acquired about a Terran decade back, had always been at least dependable when it came to carrying out his orders. Though like all of her kind bought from the world below him, her service was a mixture of violent blackmail of holding relatives hostage at home, and technological restraint via a small shock chip attached to her jugular. She was compliant, albeit reluctantly.
Iona had become an asset to the Baron very early on, as well as being one of his favorite playthings. She acted as the White Horizons operations captain and the Consorts intelligence director when combat operations were ongoing. She quickly established herself as a vital component of Reikars little band. Carrying out the necessities of commanding both a space vessel and providing overwatch to the War Consorts themselves, skills which were mostly beyond the Baron himself.
Her ‘skills’ in the bedchambers were also invigorating, the Baron grinned to himself as the carriage ground to a whining stop at the Horizons hanger deck.
He left the carriage, puffing out his exposed chest as he stood in front of Iona. Briefly admiring her toned body with his eyes, gazing down at the form fitting exosuit that hugged her figure.
Made of a translucent but extremely tough material in certain places, they were the products of the Ymiri themselves, captured during raids along with many other technologies by the Xeno’s mercs that regularly attacked the abhumans systems still far out of reach of the Gamenor traders themselves. Most of the White Horizons tech was now of Ymiri design and manufacture, integrated within the ancient Imperial hulls own systems, much to the distaste of what passed for the Mechanicus of Gamenor.
Baron Reikar stared deep into Ionas intense emerald green eyes, the defining and seemingly universal trait of her people, feigning a warm smile.
“Let’s do this quickly, We have to depart the system within three hours.”
She nodded slightly, turning towards the hangers observation tower, the five preselected Ymiri were waiting in the room within.
He followed along the corridor, gazing at her rear as she walked, the parts of the exosuit that covered her thighs and upper legs were made of the translucent Noxium flexalloy, giving him a view of her exposed skin underneath. He allowed his eyes to wander across his second as she walked, but forced himself to focus as a sealed door came into view.
They reached the entrance to the observation tower, Baron Reikar licked his lips in anticipation. Entering the code to unlock the door, they slid open surprisingly smooth for an imperial starship, and within were five well toned women wearing plain brown undergarments, as well as their shock collars.
They were all members of the Rustwalker tribe. Inhabitants of the harsh world of Ehrona. The planet they were now orbiting. The planet was once densely populated during the age of technology, but its original human inhabitants had long since been wiped out, probably during the war against the thinking machines. All that was left was the decaying ruins and remnants of the deadly weaponry unleashed by the AI’s during the ancient war.
The Ymiri had been the first to resettle it since then, but repeated attacks by a variety of Xenos as well as the damage left by the ‘Men of Iron’ meant the world could never sustain a large population again. The Ymiri themselves settled some kithids to scavenge the world and this situation remained when the Gamenor Imperials took it with the aid of the Falmiash Eldar, who hired out their services as a ‘support’ force to help the trader houses hold the planet and keep its tough population of abhumans under control.
The Rustwalkers generally had to learn how to fight with scavenged and advanced weapons at an early age, Ehronas ruins were swarming with ancient AI war drones and other deadly technological threats leftover from the Cybernetic Revolt. So the people living here were both battle ready and had technological proficiency.
Iona stepped to the side of the waiting group, a skull servitor came out of the shadows and began scanning their collars, uploading the information on the chips to the dataslate that she was examining.
The Baron stepped forward, his eyes moving across the five women as he prepared to address them.
Kyanna Sulanco had been standing for close to thirty minutes with the others when the two entered, a bare chested aquila male, with short black hair and youthful but obviously flesh sculpted features and a red haired Ymiri woman came into the room together. Kyanna herself had remained silent since they had been sheparded into the shuttle from the surface, but one of the other women with stylised hair and paler skin had quietly whispered to another. Judging by their tattoos and shade of skin they both hailed from the northern reaches.
The aquila male breathed out slowly as he spoke, a translator collar was fixed around his neck.
“I am Reikar Solannar, Baron to the second house of Davias.” He paused, looking down the women’s bodies with a smile before continuing.
“This title won’t mean anything to you of course. Yours has been a simple but dangerous life until now. Status for you is not inherited, but earned, I can respect that in its quaint way.”
He walked up to Kyanna, smiling as he reached out, She stiffened as his hand slowly caressed from her face and down her firm chest. He paced to the others, continuing his speech.
“You will quickly learn that I am a great admirer of the female form, nay the human form in general. Your ancient makers no doubt had similar high tastes when they sculpted the first of your ancestors in those long lost flesh forges. They were as much artists as well as scientists.”
The Baron moved over to a glass display nearby, it depicted both a male and female silhouette, holding up an emblem with a gene pattern emblazoned upon it.
“The Teirosians truly made a marvel of the human form with your people, Strong, Resilient, capable of immense thought processing speeds, adaptable to environmental extremes that they could never have lived in unaided themselves…”
He paused again, looking back at the women. Looking over them again.
“… and beautiful. Perfect in form and function. I suppose their vanity was not surprising though, given the damage that generations of careless genetic tinkering had done to their own visiages. In their dying years they were hideous and deformed, but they poured all of what they had left into your people. Their ‘beautiful children’.”
He straightened himself out, looking at the group more formally. Iona finished processing and assigning the newcomers to their roles.
“You will use those gifts for me, you will fight in engagements that this ship, the White Horizon, will ferry us to. You will use the weapons and technology I have gathered, much of which you will already be familiar with, to defeat and destroy in my name. The unit you are now a part of is called the War Consorts, it is a small but capable mercenary force. The enemies we will be fighting will be numerous as well as dangerous, but I have no doubt that your skills and your abhuman gifts will carry you through to see another day…”
The Baron smiled again now, looking at each of the women as he spoke again.
“… and of course, you will also be companions off the battlefield, you will give your bodies both to me and to anyone I have you entertain without resistance. You are after all Ymiri, the so called ‘beautiful children’, and beauty and prowess such as yours is always something to be shared to others!”
The pale skinned woman grimaced slightly at the statement, but the Baron didn’t seem to notice.
“My second Iona will now take you to the living decks, you will meet with the others there and will have some time to rest and eat a meal. You will find the White Horizon a very comfortable home, as I like to keep my ladies at their peak. Rest assured though, you are all aware by now what will happen both to you and your loved ones at home should you consider trying to escape or resist me!”
Kyanni remembered the threats given to her by the kithids ‘handlers’ back on the surface, these were not idle ones either, she had seen them carried out in the past upon others.
She worried about her father, not knowing himself that he literally had a knife to his throat for the rest of his life from this point onwards.
“I will soon be calling upon each of you individually, after you have settled in of course, I like to explore each of my slaves intimately before I allow them to begin their duties and training. I am gentle but quite demanding in the bedchambers, but like your peoples prowess on the battlefield. I have found you to be more than capable of handling my tastes and needs in private just as well.”
The Baron nodded to Iona before departing, he gave no farewell himself. His ‘second’ took over, her expression unreadable.
“Follow me and I will transport you to the living deck. If you have any questions, now is the time to ask them.”
All but one of the women remained silent, the Ymiri with the wild hairstyle spoke up.
“So what does he give you to be his lackey then?! Is there a special, more nicer area for those who consort with the aquila slavers?!”
The remark that she spat at the red haired women didn’t seem to faze her in any way, likely she had heard it before from others, her reply now was the same as it always was.
“No, just the same threats that you yourselves have been given, this place will make you not care soon, like me.”
With that the conversation was over, she gestured to the now open entrance, the carriage waiting outside.
Kyanni breathed in heavily as they made they way to it, thinking a last few thoughts of home.
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