Chapter 129(Orphan)
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Miriael Sabathiel was once again marching through the urban landscape of the dark island with her war band, searching for fresh excitement.
Miriael and her fallen sisters had been killing tyranids all day in subway stations and entrance ramps, clogging tunnels with so many dead hormagaunt bodies that they were rendered completely impassable.
It was just so boring!
Killing things was pleasurable if done right, but this bug hunting was just utterly monotonous. The hormagaunts had no personalities or feelings to make them more interesting to kill, being mostly emotionless mindless creatures of pure instinct. Killing them was about as interesting as swatting ants, fun for maybe a while but very quickly becoming utterly boring.
The war band of fallen sisters and their chastity men had killed uncountable thousands of the things today, blocking tunnel after tunnel with corpses and then dousing the bodies with a flamer to deny the carrion biomass to the rippers. They were beyond bored of this monotonous chore and all felt like they had certainly deserved a break to find new excitement.
Lord BicepFist and his strange drones were around here somewhere, and could have rescued them from their boredom for a while, but after the earlier unpleasant awkward dialogue with his "Machine Mother" the fallen sisters were hesitant to approach him.
Some Slaanesh worshipping chaos space marines and their lesser heretic minions were scattered all around this area keeping every subway entrance ramp guarded, and some yummy giant space marine cock was just what the fallen sisters needed right now to rescue them from their boredom.
The war band was not marching with any real plan in this impenetrable darkness, their way lit solely by the glow of flamer pilot lights and the pink glow of Miriael's daemon sword Agoniser, and they were maybe just slightly lost, hoping to randomly encounter someone who could give them directions to landmarks they recognised.
"I hope we find some space marine cock soon, I ache with boredom!", one of the fallen sisters was currently complaining.
The chastity men all trembled in jealousy, their own cocks never ever being used by the fallen sisters, and the fallen sisters all laughed cruelly at this sight and began to taunt their chastity men.
Miriael smiled cruelly and joined in with the fun of mocking and taunting the horny frustrated chastity men, drinking in their delicious misery.
Chastity men were currently down on their knees wretchedly begging the fallen sisters to release them from their chastity cages to let them grow erect again.
The fallen sisters laughed in their faces and taunted them, enjoying this sadistic escape from their boredom by being absolutely horrible to these men who worshipped them.
One of the fallen sisters used a flamer to spray a gout of napalm fire onto an empty bit of the pavement like a camp fire to improve visibility, and the fallen sisters got ready to taunt these men properly.
Miriael and her sisters removed the groin plates of their corrupted sister of battle power armour, exposing their gorgeous clean shaven vaginas to the men, and each used a pair of fingers to spread their pussies open. Miriael and the fallen sisters then all loudly gave their consent for the chastity men to fuck them with their cocks.
The men eagerly pulled down their own pants in frantic desperation, exposing their limp cocks locked in cruel chastity devices, and they tugged desperately and futilely on their chastity devices, unable to remove them.
The miserable wretches wailed in impotent dismay, and many tried to penetrate the sisters with their caged cocks anyway, with completely zero success.
Miriael smiled cruelly at a desperate man on top of her, crying with frustration as he rubbed his completely caged penis against her bare pussy.
"Aw, are you impotent?," Miriael said teasingly to the frantic wretch.
"Please Mistress Miriael, please unlock my chastity cage!", the wretch pleaded her.
"Nope," Miriael taunted him, and rubbed her clitoris against the hard metal chastity cage.
Miriael moaned brazenly as the rubbing of the chastity cage stimulated her clitoris, and she enthusiastically rubbed and gyrated against it in ecstasy.
The wretch was completely frantic and tormented, and Miriael savoured this sweet dismay, moaning loudly with pleasure.
Miriael had passionate sex with his chastity cage, and the man was crying real tears of frustration.
Miriael passionately kissed the chastity man as she pleasured herself with his cage, and his delicious salty tears pattered down on her face as she provocatively made out with him.
Other fallen sisters were doing the same with chastity men of their own, and the sounds of men weeping in agonising sexual frustration filled the air like a sweet music to their jaded ears.
Miriael was in heaven as she made love to his chastity cage, moaning and groaning with pleasure and becoming ever more energetic.
Miriael gasped with growing orgasm, cruelly looking him right in his sexually tormented pleading eyes, and she held eye contact until she came.
Miriael's hot squirt exploded out over his chastity cage, drenching the tormented limp penis underneath with her hot fragrant orgasm juice, and the man bawled like a baby.
Miriael uncoupled from the crying man and put her groin plate back on.
"That felt SO good!, Was it good for you too?", Miriael taunted him.
The chastity man simply cried all the harder in response.
All around Miriael the other fallen sisters were viciously taunting their chastity men with similar sadistic cruelty, and the air was filled with their broken sexually frustrated weeping.
The fallen sisters were always completely horrible and nasty to these chastity men like this, viciously taunting and mocking them every day, but the impotent masochistic things never left them or tried to get revenge on them, these Slaanesh worshipping men had a hard fetish for female domination and were all painfully hard inside their chastity cages, savagely turned on by this cruel treatment by the fallen sisters.
Miriael and the other fallen sisters were having fun, and Miriael calmly selected another trembling chastity man to taunt to tears.
Miriael pulled down the pants of her new victim, and began erotically sucking on his chastity cage just to make him frantic with sexual frustration.
The sounds of a space marine in power armour running made Miriael turn around.
An Emperors Children noise marine was running into the temporary campsite area the fallen sisters had illuminated with their fire, the marine held a woman.
"Um?, Hello?", Miriael asked the noise marine in confusion.
The noise marine looked at Miriael and the fallen sisters minding their own business having sex, and seemed to note from this that they were not hostile.
The marine ran over to them.
"Hide me!, We are pursued!", the unknown Noise Marine urged them frantically.
The fallen sisters were alarmed by these words and readied themselves for battle, forming up with the noise marine in their midst.
Miriael looked at the noise marine carefully, and looked closely at the woman he carried...
The woman was bruise coloured haired, had her wrists and neck locked in a portable metal pillory, had shackles on her ankles, and clearly had her pants and panties down at her ankles, completely bottomless. (Good grief that was a lot of pubic hair!), The woman looked rather embarrassed...
"Clementine?", Miriael said in surprised recognition.
Clementine blushed very visibly at being recognised by Miriael right now, and looked supremely embarrassed.
"You know my daughter?", the noise marine demanded threateningly.
"Clementine is your daughter?!", Miriael spluttered in shock.
Clementine was blushing a bright shade of pink now, looking utterly mortified with embarrassment.
"Are you hostile?!", the noise marine demanded.
"No, not at all I assure you. What is going on?", Miriael reassured in confusion.
"I am rescuing my daughter from cruel slavery, we are pursued by her captors," the noise marine explained quickly, looking harried.
"Shit, well get inside a building or something, don't be out in the open where you can be seen," Miriael suggested, still processing this unexpected situation.
"Come with us, we need your help!," the noise marine begged them passionately.
The fallen sisters were not entirely sure they wanted any part of this, but they were bored and this was too entertaining for them to resist. After a brief nonverbal exchange of facial expressions and nods, Miriael and her fallen sisters came to an agreement and Miriael told the noise marine that they would help him.
The fallen sisters war band swiftly ushered the noise marine inside a nearby empty abandoned tower that the tyranids had already stripped of all people and edible biomass, and the entire war band entered, leaving chastity men at the doors as look outs.
The war band headed down into the basement levels of the dark building, and entered some sort of empty storage area in one of the sub levels that looked quite defensible.
Small flares were lit and dropped around the floor in various places to provide proper illumination, and the chastity men got to work fortifying the doorways with sturdy metal boxes to provide cover, with more lines of boxes further back to provide tactical fallback points.
The location was only just prepared when the lookout men voxed that more than an entire platoon of pursuers had entered the area looking for Clementine. The lookouts reported twenty Night Lords, a Night Lord neophyte, and about a hundred armed heretics in the black carapace armoured uniforms of the tower servants of Wendy Sevenson's tower.
The Night Lords were sniffing the area with their enhanced space marine sense of smell, and they very quickly smelled that the noise marine had entered the building.
The Night Lords then questioned the look outs, who lied and said they hadn't seen anything, and the annoyed Night Lords threatened them with physical violence, at which point the lookouts fled inside.
The lookouts soon entered the fortified room, being let through by the fallen sisters guarding the doors, and Sevenson Night Lords were at the doorways moments later, but backed off into the shadows at the sight of the armed fallen sisters.
Miriael laughed and approached the doorway, calling for a parlay under truce to discuss this situation.
The Night Lords quickly came forward under the truce of parlay, accompanied by an utterly outraged neophyte who Miriael recognised as Wendy's son.
"Give Clementine back!", the neophyte demanded without any hint of diplomacy.
"I will see what can be arranged," Miriael told them, and calmly walked over to the noise marine, leaving the Night Lords behind to wait impatiently.
"They want Clementine back," Miriael relayed with a smirk of entertainment.
"My daughter was being held against her will as an unwilling sex slave, I won't return her to be raped!", the noise marine said firmly.
"Father let me go back!", Clementine demanded to the noise marine.
"No way!, I am not returning you to be raped!"
"But it isn't like that!"
"Did you ENJOY being fucked by that neophyte?"
"No,"
"Then it's rape!, End of discussion young lady!"
Miriael was completely mesmerised by this delightfully entertaining exchange.
Miriael walked back to the Night Lords.
"Clementine's father is... Concerned, that she is being raped and is... Reluctant, to give her back just yet," Miriael apologised merrily.
"If you stand in our way we will kill you all," one of the Night Lords snarled back.
"Woah woah woah, we are having parley to try to avoid all that," Miriael soothed.
"Did I stutter?", the Night Lord asked cuttingly.
"Sorry, I can't understand you with your terrible stutter," Miriael quipped back cheekily.
Other Night Lords chuckled with laughter at her cheek, but the one who had spoken did not look impressed.
"We are all Slaanesh worshippers here," Miriael began.
"I am NOT!", the neophyte protested adamantly.
"Ok, MOST of us here are Slaanesh worshippers, let's try not to kill any of our god's soldiers through infighting over this dispute," Miriael amended.
"You stole Sevenson family property,"
"I?, *I* did no such thing, I and my war band are not involved in this," Miriael assured them.
"Then why are you harbouring this thief?"
"A fellow Slaanesh worshipper came to my war band and begged for sanctuary. As magnanimous members of the Slaanesh worshipping community, we agreed to offer him sanctuary."
"Well you are harbouring a wanted criminal in possession of stolen property,"
"You mean his own daughter?", Miriael interjected.
"Clementine is Franklin's slave, taking her is theft!"
"A father taking his own daughter away from a bad situation is hardly an act of common theft," Miriael interjected again, having great fun now.
The Night Lords growled, having no sense of humour about this.
"Imagine if Clementine was your own daughter being raped against her will as an unwilling slave, wouldn't you try to rescue her too?", Miriael argued, having far too much fun with this.
The female-relative obsessed Sevenson Night Lords flinched back in horror at the mere mental image this conjured, and seemed to lessen their earlier zeal somewhat.
The Night Lords looked extremely uncomfortable now and said not a word.
"I think it's really sweet of her daddy to try to rescue her," Miriael added with a twinkle in her amused eyes.
"I want Sister Superior Clementine back!", Franklin reiterated with all the flexibility of a bus load of autistic children.
"Shut up Franklin, we are dealing with this," a Night Lord reprimanded the neophyte dismissively.
Miriael felt like it was time to return to Clementine and her daddy dearest for a while, and left the Night Lords yet again.
With only a little bit of coaxing Miriael talked the noble father into talking directly to the Night Lords at the doorway.
Miriael and her fallen sisters then eagerly stood around the various people so close that it was borderline rude, and watched the exchange with amused fascination.
"I am not giving my daughter back to that neophyte rapist!", the father opened the exchange.
"I am NOT a rapist!", Franklin protested in flabbergasted offence.
"You keep my daughter as an unwilling pleasure slave and have sex with her!, That's rape!", the father roared back.
"She said that she consented to her penetration," Franklin insisted defensively.
"I did indeed give my consent to Franklin," Clementine confirmed quietly, blushing.
"You told me you didn't enjoy it at all," the father pressed her.
"I didn't enjoy it, not even slightly," Clementine agreed.
"Ouch, that's harsh", the fallen sisters tittered among themselves in amusement.
"So then why do you consent to him fucking you?", the father interrogated.
"It is necessary to get pregnant with our next child..."
"NEXT child?!, This neophyte has already gotten you pregnant before?!"
"Yes Father, I have a baby, Franklin is the infant's father." Clementine admitted.
"Is he your boyfriend then?"
"No!", Clementine and Franklin exclaimed adamantly in unison.
"Do you have a romantic relationship of any kind?"
"No"
"Then why is he fucking you?"
"For the purpose of reproduction, it is my duty and calling to bear him as many children as possible," Clementine explained.
"Your duty according to what?, Your duty as a slave?!"
"My duty to the will of the God Emperor of Man. It is the Emperor's will that Franklin impregnates me as many times as possible, and I obey this command as a dutiful servant of the Emperor," Clementine said proudly.
"What utter nonsense!", the father exclaimed incredulously.
"It's true, the Emperor spoke to us directly!", Clementine angrily insisted.
"My daughter, I have met the Emperor many times during the great crusades. He is a ruthless tyrant and a terrible father to his sons. The entire Horus heresy happened because he was such a terrible horrible person..."
"BLASPHEMY!", Clementine roared.
"He is not a god, he is an Alpha Plus psyker human perpetual and a terrible authoritarian communist..."
"HERESY!"
"Stop interrupting me daughter!"
"I will not hear such contemptuous blasphemy!"
"MICHELANGELO DIOR!", a booming angelic voice roared, the entire room now filled with terrible golden light!
Miriael and the fallen sisters hissed in dismay and shielded their eyes from the terrible light that now emanated from Franklin.
"You DARE to say such things about me?!" The angelic voice boomed.
"Who are you?"
"Do you not recognise the voice of the "terrible authoritarian communist" that you so eagerly insult?!" The angelic voice mocked without humour.
"Can't be, the Emperor is a corpse..."
"I did not die on my golden throne, I have remained alive this entire time. My body may be crippled and confined to my throne, but my mind is free to travel the warp and temporarily inhabit my chosen servants," the angelic voice corrected.
"Shit... How have you been?", the father attempted feebly.
"How have I been?", the angelic voice of the Emperor repeated the question incredulously.
Miriael Sabathiel and her fallen sisters were feeling distinctly uncomfortable and guilty now, with the Emperor they had betrayed now apparently in their presence.
The fallen sisters tried to tiptoe away...
"Where do you traitorous daughters of mine think you are tiptoeing away to?!"
Miriael and her fallen sisters flinched as though struck and felt compelled against their will to kneel down under some immense psychic weight!
Miriael felt her body course with the exquisite adrenaline of fear, and she moaned in pleasure at this intoxicating extreme of emotion.
"You really have fallen so far Miriael Sabathiel, what a treacherous whore you are."
Miriael suddenly felt supremely dirty all over, and saw herself clearly as the depraved evil creature she had become. She was FILTHY!
Miriael could not stop herself from weeping in self hatred and shame, she had fallen so far!
The terrible golden attention then moved back to the father of Clementine, and Miriael was left weeping brokenly on the floor.
"Have you no words to say directly to my face Michelangelo?", the Emperor challenged him.
"You abandoned us all during the Great Crusade!, You were our grandfather, we fought and died for you, to bring you wealth and power that you would not even share with us at the end, and you couldn't even stay with us!", Clementine's father accused.
"I had important very secret work to do back on Terra,"
"What could possibly be more important than the Great Crusade!, You left us and you didn't even tell us why!, We were abandoned!"
"I had top secret work to do, too top secret to share,"
"Why didn't you at least visit us occasionally to reassure us as we suffered in your terrible wars of conquest?!"
"My son Magnus is to blame, he ruined my entire experiment to warn me that Horus was about to turn traitor without me, I then had to stay on Terra just to clean up the damage of Magnus' actions and couldn't leave,"
"Wait, WHAT?!, Magnus the Red tried to warn you of the Horus Heresy?!" Clementine exclaimed in shock.
"Yes my good and faithful servant"
"Then why are Magnus and the Thousand Sons traitors now rather than being loyalists and heroes?", Clementine asked in confusion.
"I, erm, I might have, I might have gotten so angry at the destruction of my experiment on Terra, that I cast Magnus out of my presence and then sent the Space Wolves to capture Magnus and bring him to me in chains. The Space Wolves decided instead to try to, erm... Exterminate, the Thousand Sons legion," the Emperor explained somewhat defensively.
"WHAT!?", Clementine exclaimed in horror.
"In hindsight it was not my proudest moment. Magnus and the Thousand Sons then felt like they had little choice but to abandon the Imperium side for their own survival...", The Emperor said defensively.
"But, but, couldn't you have explained to Magnus that he didn't have to side with the traitors?", Clementine exclaimed in bewilderment.
"Later I did, I told him that I would forgive him and let him rejoin me. But only on the condition that he exterminated his entire legion of Thousand Sons children. Magnus refused..." The Emperor explained sadly.
"You told your son that in order for you to accept him, he had to murder all of his own children first?", Clementine asked sounding chilled to the core.
"Yes..."
Miriael and everyone else in the room squinted in the direction of the golden light in dumbfounded amazement at this account of being an absolutely TERRIBLE father to Magnus!
"It's stuff like that that made us turn against you!, You were absolutely terrible!, Not just to Magnus but on many other occasions!," Clementine's father passionately accused.
"How so?, How was I a terrible father?", the Emperor challenged indignantly.
"Even an idiot could see that your son Konrad Curze was severely mentally ill and in desperate need of professional help and nurture. Instead you simply put him in instant command of an entire legion of Night Lords, without so much as pausing to ask if this was in Konrad's best interests."
The Emperor did not reply so Clementine's father continued.
"Poor Konrad was an emotionally damaged lunatic who should have spent at least a decade getting his severe mental illnesses treated before sending him off to war, and even then any father worthy of the name wouldn't send him to war. He should have been given a civilian role if any role at all."
"Fulgrim and our Emperors Children legion ended up taking poor Konrad under our wing to mentor and take care of, Fulgrim was Konrad's father not you, Fulgrim nurtured him, guided him, listened to him, was THERE for him, was a FATHER to him!"
"We all did our best and Konrad really tried his best, but he was out of his mind, and his misanthropic Night Lords were mostly recruited from a bunch of fucking criminal serial killers in prison and were almost as crazy as Konrad was!"
("Hey!", one of the Night Lords present protested but was ignored.)
"Konrad wasn't all THAT crazy," the Emperor disagreed.
"The lunatic blew up his own planet Nostramo in a fit of madness!, And that was BEFORE the Horus Heresy!, Konrad was completely unhinged and out of control," Clementine's father exclaimed incredulously.
"After he destroyed Nostramo I sent a summons to bring him to me to stand trial, but the Horus Heresy happened before he could be tried and punished," the Emperor defended himself.
"Tried and punished?! Institutionalised into a psychiatric hospital I am sure you mean, right?", Clementine's father pressed hopefully.
"No, tried and punished..."
"By Slaanesh you are a TERRIBLE father!", Clementine's father exclaimed in disgust.
"My son Konrad killed billions of people, he needed to be punished." The Emperor insisted.
"Of COURSE he killed billions of people, that tends to happen when you put severely mentally ill men in charge of huge nuclear arsenals!", Clementine's father countered.
"Are you saying Konrad should have just gotten away with it?!", the Emperor shouted.
"I am saying that Konrad shouldn't have ever been put in charge of a legion to begin with," Clementine's father replied.
"But the Night Lords legion needed a leader," the Emperor insisted.
"Then simply appoint someone who wasn't your own mentally ill son to lead the legion!", Clementine's father admonished.
"Someone who isn't my son?", the Emperor asked as though this thought had never even occurred to him.
"What sort of communist are you?, You wanted to abolish religion and the class system but you then put your entire military in the command of born princes rather than giving anyone else a chance to lead?!, How is that abolishing the class system and making all men have equal opportunities?", Clementine's father criticised.
"But without a mighty Primarch leader, who would fight mighty enemy bosses in heroic single combat?", the Emperor defended, ignoring the insult.
"Um, how about nobody?, There has been this invention called firearms that lets anyone kill enemies from a distance, perhaps you have heard of them?" Clementine's father replied mockingly.
"But sometimes the tactical situation requires a Primarch to battle a particularly powerful enemy in close quarters," the Emperor insisted.
"Sure, you could have Primarchs as elite shock troops when the situation calls for it, but that doesn't mean you therefore have to put them IN CHARGE!, Put a highly capable normal officer in charge and use the Primarchs as elite soldiers not commanders," Clementine's father suggested.
"But, but, heroic boss battles...", the Emperor pressed.
"What are you, a child?", Clementine's father replied incredulously.
Miriael had to admit that this idea by Clementine's father actually made a lot more sense.
"This is all besides the point," the Emperor insisted.
"What was the original point?", Miriael asked quietly.
"That the Emperor is a terrible father," Clementine's father replied.
"Oh absolutely, the WORST father," Miriael and everyone else except Clementine agreed without hesitation.
"I'm not the worst father in history," the Emperor defended.
"Name some who are worse," Clementine's father challenged.
"Erm, Abraham, Josef Fritzl..."
Miriael didn't know who either of those people were and said so.
The Emperor seemed to be getting increasingly defensive now, this conversation was apparently not going in the direction he had originally wanted.
"Magnus and Konrad aside...", The Emperor attempted to change the subject.
"Don't forget Angron, Perturabo, Lorgar...", Clementine's father began.
"Alright alright!, Don't belabour the point!", the Emperor snapped.
"And yet you get so offended and wonder why I insulted you," Clementine's father said.
"You were being extremely insolent," the Emperor challenged.
Clementine's father shrugged.
"It's true, you are a terrible communist," Clementine's father accused.
"I am not a communist!, Why does everyone keep accusing me of that?, I want a state run economy with no class stratification...", the Emperor began.
"How is that not a communist?", Clementine's father challenged.
Miriael Sabathiel was completely and utterly mesmerised by this point.
"I differ from traditional Marxist theory in a few important ways...", the Emperor began a highly technical philosophical argument.
Miriael blinked, was this really happening right now?
The Emperor and Clementine's father were now getting into an energetic debate about the writings of "Michael Parenti" whoever that was...
Clementine herself looked about as bewildered as Miriael felt right now, this entire situation was surreal.
"Erm, interesting as it is to listen to a debate about "the role of Vanguardism philosophy in ancient Russia", what are we going to do about Clementine?", a Night Lord eventually interrupted.
"It is my will for Clementine to return to Franklin and bear him many children," the Emperor decreed.
"Not a chance in hell am I letting my own daughter get raped for the rest of her life just because you want that to happen!", Clementine's father challenged adamantly.
"I obey the will of my Emperor!", Clementine insisted piously.
"You are brainwashed daughter, do not do this to yourself, you can have a better life than this," Clementine's father implored her.
"You know what, I really am warming up to Clementine's dad now, he does kinda have a point," the Night Lord admitted.
Other Night Lords nodded, as did Miriael and her fallen sisters, Clementine was way better off listening to her dad and trying to escape her slavery to Franklin.
"But we can't just return to Mistress Wendy empty handed, we have to bring Clementine back. But honestly we don't mean you any ill will," another Night Lord said apologetically.
"I am not letting my daughter out of my sight, and I am not letting her be raped," Clementine's father insisted.
"We totally respect that, come with us and present your case to Mistress Wendy, we will back you up. Maybe we can all work something out?", a Night Lord offered.
Clementine's father hesitantly agreed.
***...
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was nonplussed as she finished hearing the case of Clementine's biological father Michelangelo Dior and all of the various witnesses. They were all in Wendy's bedroom, with Wendy and her consorts sitting on the bed listening to the various people stood before them. (TigerLily was still bound to the bed, but had had the daemon feather taken away to keep her quiet and had been covered from view with a sheet.)
Wendy had been expecting to enjoy wrathful anger and vengeance against a thief at the start of the hearing, but then felt steadily more indecisive and empathetic as she learned more.
Wendy had begun the hearing with a genetic paternity test on Clementine and Michelangelo, and the test had immediately confirmed that Michelangelo Dior was indeed Clementine's biological father, and this fact alone had made this dispute more complicated.
Wendy's own pedophile father was the absolute worst and had ruined her entire childhood. She had never had a father worthy of the name. But Clementine it seemed had a father that the traumatised little girl trapped somewhere deep inside Wendy had always dreamed of having, a father who would actually risk his life to protect his daughter from sexual abuse.
Wendy wanted to hate this thief, but the little girl inside her actually bitterly wanted this noise marine to adopt her!
"But father!, Why do you even care if I am "raped"?, You raped my devout Emperor worshipping mother to conceive me," Clementine was currently arguing with Michelangelo Dior.
"I fear that your mother may have actually been lying about how consensual it was to avoid being burned alive by the Inquisition," Michelangelo told Clementine gently.
"That's a lie!", Clementine challenged.
"I don't like the dry vaginas of rape victims, I much prefer women who are wet. During an invasion on an imperial planet, the exquisite music of my sonic blaster has the effect of lowering inhibitions in those who hear it, making them act out their true passions without inhibition. Many women when overcome by the music simply throw themselves at me and beg me for sex," Michelangelo informed Clementine.
"WHAT?!", Clementine exclaimed.
"For at least the last eight thousand years I have not needed to rape anyone thanks to my music, women who secretly find me attractive simply throw themselves at me when I make music. I usually oblige these women if I can spare the time, and some of these women become pregnant. They then fear the Inquisition and lie that they were raped to avoid punishment," Michelangelo explained.
"Aw!", Wendy and Octavia said in unison, that was so nice that he didn't rape Clementine's mother.
Clementine looked supremely violated now.
"Even my mother wasn't pure!", Clementine lamented in great upset.
"Whoever your mother was, she was simply a woman who heard some wonderful music that lowered her inhibitions, had casual sex with a man she found attractive, and then panicked when she found out she was pregnant and told a lie to save her life. That is nothing to be ashamed of," Michelangelo reassured her.
"That's so much nicer than my own pregnancy," Octavia marvelled.
"But but, I WANTED her to be raped so that she was pure!", Clementine exclaimed angrily.
"Well she wasn't, you were conceived by consensual sex," Michelangelo told her.
Clementine was trembling in her pillory, (pants now finally pulled back up), looking utterly sickened.
Wendy smiled, this was so wholesome.
Wendy honestly couldn't bring herself to hate this guy.
Wendy gave Michelangelo a brief summary of Clementine's life and antics since being captured, explaining how difficult and dangerous Clementine was, and explaining that she was not settling in like the other nuns were and was being punished with daily rape...
"My daughter spat on you and you thought having her raped 6 times a day was a fair punishment?!", Michelangelo exclaimed angrily.
"Yeah, I will stop her punishment now, it was too extreme for her offence," Wendy said sheepishly, feeling guilty.
"I appreciate that," Michelangelo told her.
"But I still need her to get pregnant for the Matriarch, I desperately need those babies to repay my debt of Night Lords to the Matriarch," Wendy said apologetically.
"I am not happy with that, that is not ok," Michelangelo stated firmly with stern fatherly protectiveness.
"Aw," Wendy and Octavia said in unison, absolutely loving this guy's concern for a daughter he only just met today, this guy was like chaos father of the year.
"I WANT to have as many babies as possible with Franklin," Clementine interrupted.
"You have no relationship with Franklin, you don't love him and don't enjoy having sex with him, you have never even kissed him," Michelangelo lectured Clementine.
"I do have affection for Franklin and care for him," Clementine said quietly.
Wendy was amazed, she had had no idea that the cold aggressive Clementine felt anything at all for Franklin.
"You love him?", Michelangelo pressed delicately.
"Not a sexual love, but a wholesome type of love yes, I love all of my fellow faithful who were abducted, all are dear to me," Clementine explained.
"But you say you want to have endless numbers of babies with him?," Michelangelo inquired.
"It is the Emperor's will...", Clementine began.
"The Emperor again!, I'm not interested in what a man you have never met in person wants you to do, what do YOU want to do?", Michelangelo interrupted angrily.
"Aw!", Wendy and Octavia said again, that was so sweet!
"I want to obey the Emperor!", Clementine insisted.
"You surely must have desires of your own, you are not a servitor," Michelangelo insisted with obvious frustration.
"You yourself are a slave to Slaanesh, who are you to talk about free will!", Clementine spat.
"I am not a slave, I am a passionate musician and Slaanesh helps me to pursue this passion. I am not a mindless automaton," Michelangelo countered.
"You are a colossal pervert!", Clementine accused.
"I am a passionate musician who enjoys consensual sex," Michelangelo corrected.
"You are a Slaanesh worshipper, what you would call sex must be absolutely filthy," Clementine spat.
"Only if the other person wants to get freaky, honestly I am happy with just normal sex. My greatest pleasure comes from music not sex," Michelangelo corrected yet again.
"You are saying that you are not a pervert?!", Clementine said with strange accusation.
"I am perfectly happy to have sex if someone I find attractive offers it, but I can happily go years without sex so long as I have music. Sound is my pleasure, I am a musician," Michelangelo explained.
Clementine was left spluttering at this, apparently unable to believe that a Slaanesh worshipper could be so sexless.
Wendy of course knew that many noise marines were like this. Those massive tympanic membranes in their giant ears were intensely sensitive, like giant pleasure points that experienced extreme pleasure from sound. The pleasure of sound was so extreme for many of them that sex was very mild in comparison as a pleasure. Many noise marines had little to no interest in the paltry pleasure they got from sex, and many that still did have sex found it only a mild pleasure.
"To be honest I mostly only have sex for the pleasure of the woman, to be nice, I never actively seek sex, the women come to me," Michelangelo added.
Clementine gasped, her bigoted small mind unable to accept this challenge to the propaganda she had been indoctrinated with.
Wendy smiled, but reluctantly insisted that she still needed Clementine to keep producing babies.
"Brainwashed as Clementine obviously is, she still insists that she wants to get pregnant. Will you find the strength to accept her wishes in this regard?," Wendy attempted diplomatically.
"If she wishes to be unbound from her pillory would YOU honour her wishes in THAT regard Wendy Sevenson?", Michelangelo countered flawlessly.
"Honestly if she would just agree to stop being violent then I would release her right now, I have offered this so many times," Wendy admitted.
Michelangelo turned to Clementine.
"Are you willing to agree to stop being violent to get that pillory removed?", Michelangelo asked her.
"I will not stop my righteous violence against heretics," Clementine said inflexibly.
"What about you agree to limiting your violence only to heretics that you don't live with?", Michelangelo offered.
Clementine cocked her head at this, and Wendy thrilled with hope.
"I could write a list of heretics you are not to harm, you could still harm all the other heretics not on the list," Wendy offered enthusiastically.
Clementine was looking genuinely interested in this offer, and Wendy hurried to try to convince her.
"This agreement will have a time limit, it will be temporary not permanent?", Clementine pressed firmly.
"Yes yes that can be arranged, you will be put back in the pillory just before the agreement expires and only released again when the agreement is renewed," Wendy promised eagerly.
Clementine was happy with this promise and Wendy and Clementine got to work negotiating terms, fleshing out Clementine's agreement to be nonviolent to specific people for a set time period.
Wendy was so happy!
***...
Sister Superior Clementine felt a storm of emotions as the hated pillory was finally removed from her, she had thought that she would die in this horrible thing!
Night Lords with cutting tools were very carefully cutting away the metal, careful not to accidentally cut her, and Clementine did not try to attack these Night Lords in agreement to the terms of her temporary agreement with Wendy Sevenson.
The tools cut through, and the Night Lords gently pulled the pillory away from her now freed neck and wrists!
Clementine's arms immediately dropped under their own weight without the support of the pillory, but to her surprise they didn't fall far, raised bent arms hanging awkwardly in midair to either side of her chest?
Clementine tried to lower her arms, but felt an intense stretching pain in various muscles!
She had been in the pillory so long that her muscles had lost the flexibility needed to move her arms far from their earlier position in the pillory!
Clementine experimentally tried moving her arms in every motion they could, but she couldn't move them far from the position they had been trapped in for over a year!
The Night Lords finished removing her ankle shackles next, and Clementine tried the flexibility of her legs. The flexibility in her legs was far better than her arms but still far less than what it had been before the Night Lords captured her.
"Your flexibility will return in time, just stretch your muscles regularly," Wendy Sevenson promised her.
Clementine nodded in simple acknowledgement that Wendy had spoken and then turned to her father.
The horrifying face of her noise marine father gazed back at her with his unblinking black eyes, and his face was set in a reassuring fatherly expression.
"How does it feel daughter?", her father asked in a fond kindly voice with the speaker system where his mouth should be.
"It feels strange, I feel somehow naked without the pillory," Clementine admitted.
"You will get used to it in time," he reassured her.
Clementine merely nodded.
***...