Chapter 136(Orphan)
(Author's note, it was insanely hard to find the time to write this. I hope everyone is well, sorry for the insane delays in writing chapters.)
Mr Adolf Sevenson felt pain all over his thoroughly whipped and beaten body as he sat at a table reading a reply letter from his parents, sipping a hot cup of imported imperial recaff absentmindedly.
The table he sat at was not in his bedroom where the girls would distract him, it was a large mess table in one of the more quiet of the Security Guardsmen mess halls. Beside him was an armoured pram containing his infant son Heinrich, and a discreet distance away sat a squad of 20 heavily armed Security Guardsmen, tasked with protecting Adolf and especially the high ranking infant Heinrich in this relatively public place.
Adolf sighed in the peaceful quiet, taking another sip of recaff, it was good to get some peace and personal space like this occasionally.
Adolf currently wore cool civilian clothes in the heat, just cool open sandals on his otherwise bare feet, loose fitting lightweight grey shorts, and an unbuttoned short sleeve light blue summer shirt, his heavily sculpted chest and stomach bared by the open unbuttoned front of his shirt. Around his neck was strapped a studded black leather submissive collar, adorned with a metal tag that read "Wendy's sub", but the collar was loosened to be more comfortable in tropical weather.
The room was balmy and humid from the lack of air conditioning, little cooler than the permanent tropical heat outside the building, and the poorly conditioned air was thick with the evaporated sweat from the tickle slaves sweating away in the dungeon levels, the heat of their tickling making them sweat buckets in this warm air.
The power shortages were hampering the ability to air condition the building, and the tickle slaves generated quite an amazing amount of collective body heat, with their constant energetic laughter and struggling in their bondage, far more body heat than they had when they were just sitting around out of bondage during the war and not using much energy.
Small power-economical fans had been set up in the dungeons to blow air on these hot sweaty slaves to stop them getting heat stroke, and these fans evaporated the sweat off these struggling laughing women and filled the entire building with intimidating humidity. Some witchcraft was being used to kill any diseases in the air he was breathing, but it was still gross to be breathing in thick clouds of armpit sweat!
Adolf tried not to think about it, the sea water cooled power infrastructure in the building would be repaired eventually, as would the electricity grid of the section of city around the tower. They just had to rough it out until they had enough electricity to blast air conditioning through the entire building.
Adolf's bedroom was far cooler and less humid, the personal bedroom of Mistress Wendy naturally got first pick of what air conditioning was available, but the bedroom also contained his crazily kinky wives, and he desired a temporary break from their wild antics, even for just a little while so he could read this letter in peace.
Mistress Wendy was home right now but was very busy today with her incomprehensibly complicated administrative job. She was currently cloistered inside a quiet office on a different floor to the bedroom, to stop Belzevelle and especially Octavia from distracting her as she tried to work, and did not want to be bothered by the consorts today as she worked.
Mistress Wendy had commanded the three consorts that Belzevelle would be dominant today with Octavia and Adolf submitting to Belzevelle, and Belzevelle was vindictively delighted by this after Octavia tickled her yesterday in the nightmarish fish hook contraption. Octavia had not stopped screaming with pain and laughter ever since, Belzevelle's revenge on the tickle freak was absolutely terrible.
The last Adolf had seen Octavia, she had been being tortured dark eldar style by Belzevelle, with Octavia partially skinned, with dozens of huge foot long stainless steel needles skewered right through her flesh. Octavia had been bound bodily with brutal barbed wire that dug into her partially skinned flesh, binding her immobile in extreme pain. On top of this, Belzevelle had been using Octavia's daemon feather "Titillation" to tickle her skinned armpits, making Octavia vomit blood with shrieking agonised laughter!
Octavia's daemon ring "The Eternal Slave" gave Octavia an incredible ability to heal from injuries, and would repair all of this horrific damage easily, just as soon as Mistress Wendy used her own ring "The Loving Dominatrix" to reshape Octavia's body, probably this afternoon. Octavia was also slightly difficult to kill with her ring on, letting her take surprising amounts of punishment without dying. She would be fine.
Adolf was profoundly grateful to have his torture amnesty agreement with Belzevelle, sparing him from a day of torture today. Adolf had been very wise yesterday, when Octavia and Mistress Wendy had been tormenting Belzevelle, Adolf had spent the entire time being nice to her, giving her orgasms with a vibrator, giving her soothing massages, and other pleasurable nice treatment.
Belzevelle had not forgotten that Adolf had showed mercy and kindness when she was bound at his mercy, and she was rewarding him for it today with favourable treatment under her domination, letting him have untortured free time minding the baby as Belzevelle extracted her sadistic revenge from the screaming Octavia.
Adolf read his letter calmly, enjoying his peace and quiet. The letter was very long but had no photos attached, just hand written words on cheap synthetic paper. His parents were still alive, and seemingly well. The ork blockade of Temperis continued, but with the distasteful black death world cabbages growing everywhere uncontrollably the planet was in little danger of starving.
The plumbing and sanitation problem was still an ongoing issue apparently, and an army of barely trained plumbers' labourers had been raised to keep the plumbing constantly unblocked, by hourly ramming crude manually rotating grinding tools on the end of long flexible tubes down the blocked pipes to grind away the roots.
Mistress Wendy's idea to turn off all the lights had been ignored, and in typical Temperis fashion the problem had been treated as an excuse to lower unemployment, by throwing as much surplus labour at it as possible. It was the ash sweeping industry all over again, where rather than using ash filters on smoke stacks inside the hive domes, or even better building a system of chimneys to carry all the smoke outside, Temperis instead simply hired multitudes of people to sweep up the ash off the streets and buildings. It was dumb but it was a quintessential Temperis style solution.
Temperis politics was such that the nobles and rulers always tried to maximise employment levels, even when it was more sensible to solve a problem literally any other way. Temperis was a hive world, and was awash with militant labour unions and working class solidarity gangs who erupted into spectacular violence if too many people were unemployed. Unemployed men on Temperis were dangerous in any large numbers, the entire male population was armed with firearms and would not hesitate to shoot people to provide for their families.
Like all hive worlds, the population was simply too large to employ everyone in meaningful employment, the factories and mines and transport sectors and processing hubs and what have you simply only needed a finite amount of workers. The service based economy and other economic sectors soaked up a lot of this extra labour, as did the local pdf military, imperial guard, imperial navy, and merchant navy (which Adolf himself had been employed in, but it was never quite enough. Women were dissuaded from entering the workforce and encouraged to become housewives, just to cut the number of people needing work in half, but even this wasn't enough to solve the unemployment problem.
Armed riots by mobs of unemployed men causing property damage were generally so expensive to repair in the aftermath, that it was actually slightly cheaper to make meaningless jobs just to keep the peace.
And so, to prevent dangerous civil unrest and expensive property damage, the rulers of Temperis deliberately increased available employment, sometimes in deeply deeply stupid ways. The rulers had a choice, between cheaply and easily turning off the lights to stop cabbage growth clogging the pipes with roots, (with the population simply carrying portable lights with them as needed), or orders of magnitude more expensively keeping all the lights on and simply employing Emperor only knows how many people to constantly unblock the pipes. The rulers had chosen the expensive and labour intensive option to absorb the dangerous surplus labour.
Adolf sighed, Temperis labour politics were ridiculous sometimes, at least the pipes were kept unblocked, that was the main thing that mattered.
Adolf stopped getting distracted thinking about the plumbing response and continued reading the letter, his mind had a habit of wandering sometimes.
His parents were overjoyed with the photos he had sent them in his letter, especially the photos of the baby, and they hoped to see the baby in person as soon as possible. Adolf was not sure if this was really an option with things the way they were right now, but he hoped that this could happen. (The letter was strangely silent about the photos of Octavia, Adolf's mother was almost certainly the reason why Adolf's father hadn't commented on the photo).
The letter was filled with questions, questions about the baby, questions about Adolf, questions about Wendy, questions about the huge room in the carefully angled photos, (why was it so big?), questions about the lasguns, just questions about everything. Adolf honestly wasn't sure how he could even answer all of the questions in a single letter.
Adolf really needed to see them again in person, preferably before Heinrich could talk and blow all the secrets about Mistress Wendy he was trying to keep from his parents.
Adolf was not even halfway through reading the massive letter yet, it talked about so many things, about the war, about how the local community was doing. The rulers of Temperis were seemingly confused, but happy, about the sudden appearance of rampantly growing black cabbages during a starvation blockade, and had traced the cabbages back to their original location in Adolf's parents' hive dome district. There had been investigations and questions, and many witnesses saying that someone called Lady Wendy had sold them, but as far as Adolf could tell from the letter, no one had any knowledge of the true chaos origins of the cabbages just as TigerLily had carefully planned.
The species of cabbage had probably been identified as the edible noxious weed known as Tygo's Omega Black Cabbage, a loathsome and highly aggressive death world vegetable that just so happened to be edible to eldar and humans, (but tasted disgusting). The plant seemed at face value to be the ultimate food source for the hungry imperium, but it was actually a curse to fertile agri worlds.
The cabbages were just so aggressive and grew so fast that entire continents were quickly buried under them. The cabbages just never stopped growing as long as they had water and nutrients and sunlight, they aggressively grew over the top of each other in an ever growing mountain of angry vegetation and tangling roots, over the top of buildings, over the top of machinery, over the top of screaming farmers…
It was called a *death world* plant for a reason, let these plants loose on a nice well irrigated agri world, without the incalculably vast hungry swarms of nightmarish insects that kept the plants in check on their native planet of Tygo's Omega, and the cabbages would grow so furiously that everything and everyone was quickly tangled up by roots so they couldn't move, have roots grow right up and down nostrils and bum holes and any other body holes in search of water and nutrients, and die screaming with lungs and intestines filled to bursting with ever lengthening roots!, Even if you wore a fully sealed protective suit, you would still get tangled in roots and then slowly crushed to death under an ever growing mountain of vegetation.
Agri worlds infested with Tygo's Omega cabbages very quickly had the cabbages grow over the top of each other so much that flat fields became snow capped mountains of black vegetation. The entire atmosphere would be sucked clean of carbon dioxide and nitrogen, entire seas drained of water by planet spanning roots, the entire surface sucked dry of every type of nutrient. The cabbages would then die from lack of carbon dioxide and nitrogen and water and nutrients, leaving the entire agri world a dangerously oxygen rich festering rotting midden of decomposing dead vegetation, the human population dead, the infrastructure buried under miles of vegetation, the planet a hell of choking fungi spores from fungi feasting on the rotting vegetation.
Often an agri world was simply nuked from orbit at the start of an infestation of Tygo's Omega black cabbages, better to glass half a continent than risk losing the entire planet.
Temperis was thankfully a planet spanning toxic dry desert of industrial ashes, the surface dry as a bone in most places and so toxic that even these death world vegetables would be poisoned by the chemical filth. The only available water was the water inside various pipes and drains inside the hive cities themselves, and the light inside these places was the gentle glow of high efficiency electric lights, not the abundant multi spectrum glare of full sunlight, greatly slowing down the speed of growth to less lethal rates. The hungry people in the hive cities were also eating the cabbages almost as quickly as they could grow, and cutting away the roots constantly, keeping them safe.
Given that the plant was a noxious weed, it wasn't that difficult to imagine anyone getting hold of large amounts of the stuff to price gouge on a starving hive world. Anyone could grow infinite amounts of the stuff in the hold of a ship with suitable lighting and water and nutrients, it was exactly the sort of thing an unscrupulous trader might do to profiteer from a besieged hive world. The fact that a noble had apparently done this would surprise nobody, and given that it had clearly saved the planet from starvation, it would be easily forgiven.
The rulers had also noticed the massive surpluses of gold, which the nobles had been far less happy about then the cabbages as it devalued the prices of their own gold investments, and had also traced it back to the same hive dome district (with great wrath and fury) by law enforcement at the command of the nobles. The Temperis nobles had received yet more (even more urgently investigated) law enforcement reports about Mistress Wendy, under her false identity as Lady Wendy Chesterton, which had apparently caused some considerable haste in local law enforcement pursuing the investigation no further, at the evidence of a member of an even greater interplanetary noble house being apparently involved.
Adolf's parents were blissfully ignorant of Mistress Wendy's true identity, and had had nothing but Adolf and Mistress Wendy's lies to tell the investigators. Adolf's parents couldn't even remember the first names of Mistress Wendy's Chesterton family parents now, thanks to TigerLily dulling their long term memories of certain sensitive minor details back during Mistress Wendy's visit to Temperis, so had been unable to tell the law enforcement investigators many precise details about Mistress Wendy's fictional identity.
Adolf knew key pieces of information that his parents lacked to piece together what was going on with the local nobles getting so unnerved and hesitant. The fact that there were at least 5 different real-life "Lady Wendy Chestertons" in the noble Chesterton family, helped to maximise this uncertainty and unease, as they couldn't even be sure which Lady Wendy Chesterton she apparently was.
The Chesterton family were extremely rich and powerful shipping nobles who lived mostly on their merchant ships, always on the move in the Segmentum Pacificus, making it very difficult to be sure where exactly a given Chesterton noble even was inside the vast Segmentum at a given time. This made it very difficult to narrow Mistress Wendy's precise identity down even by the location.
With a hugely chaotic war on in the space around Temperis, the current shipping manifest data would be confused, with the usual docking protocols abandoned in favour of getting imperial ships in and out as quickly as possible, so it would be very easy for a ship to be misidentified, meaning that even this data couldn't reliably be used to determine Mistress Wendy's identity by checking records of which ships were in dock at the time.
According to everything the Temperis nobles had learned from their investigations, one of these five Lady Wendy Chesterton's had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, in a scandalous affair with Merchant Navy Rating Adolf Lincoln the Temperis commoner, and had secretly eloped to minimise the severity of this outrageous scandal, and was now apparently trying to keep a very low profile because of the potential embarrassment to the Chesterton family.
The Temperis nobles as mentioned wouldn't know which particular Lady Wendy Chesterton they were dealing with, and they certainly wouldn't ASK the Chesterton family directly, that would be unthinkably indiscreet!
It was the perfect lie, impossible for the nobles on Temperis to prove false. If one of the Lady Wendy's of the Chesterton family had indeed secretly gotten pregnant to a commoner, there was no way in hell that the real Chesterton family would ever admit to this being true. To even dare to ask the Chesterton family about something so sensitive would cause massive diplomatic problems, would be angrily denied even if it was true, and the scandalous accusation would be remembered as a terrible vendetta against the family, (and businesses), of any Temperis noble stupid enough to ask the Chesterton family such an inflammatory question.
The Temperis nobles (obviously) wouldn't dare to even ask the Chesterton family about this, and would find it diplomatically prudent to drop the law enforcement investigation before it uncovered too much more, out of fear of embarrassing the Chesterton family and making powerful enemies. The massive oversupply of gold flooding Temperis at the moment, with an army of witnesses all swearing that it came from this Lady Wendy Chesterton, this fact helped to cement the fictitious Lady Wendy Chesterton story as accurate, as only a rich noble indeed had so much gold as now flooded Temperis. All the details just fitted together as TigerLily had obviously planned.
Adolf's parents would be perfectly safe, even if they might be discreetly watched from now on by authorities. The parents of the husband of a Chesterton family noblewoman were not people it was prudent to harm, as the Lady Wendy Chesterton in question would not appreciate having harm befall her parents-in-law. Adolf's parents would be left alone and unharmed, but they would most certainly be discreetly watched from now on.
Adolf shook himself, his mind had wandered again. He needed to focus on reading the letter first and thinking about it later.
"Ah, there you are Step-Father", a ball-shrinkingly deep voice suddenly rumbled happily, making Adolf flinch and look up.
The massive burly body of Franklin Sevenson stood in the entrance to the mess hall, his Night Lord scout uniform struggling to contain his intimidating musculature.
The young Neophyte looked strikingly like his massive chaos lord father Luke, the same excessive physical power, the same brutal face, the same aura of extreme violence and physical dangerousness. The more his space marine transformation progressed, the more Franklin looked like a younger copy of the chaos lord. He had some of Mistress Wendy's good looks, Franklin a bit more attractive in the face than Luke, but given that Luke and Mistress Wendy were full blood brother and sister, Mistress Wendy didn't have that much in terms of different genes to give Franklin, the kid was an incest baby 100 percent.
Adolf flinched back fearfully, and pulled the pram closer to himself protectively, worried about the safety of his son in the presence of this unpredictable killing machine.
Franklin seemed oblivious to the fear of Adolf, and cheerfully walked over towards him, much to the alarm of Adolf's bodyguards.
"Sit down", Adolf offered quickly, pointing to a chair across from Adolf at the table, hoping to get the dangerous neophyte to keep his distance from Heinrich without offending Franklin.
Franklin paused, looked at the sturdy metal chair on offer, and then sat down as directed, apparently not in a hostile mood today, thank the Emperor.
The brutal mass of muscle and ceramic bones that was Franklin barely fitted at the table, the metal chair groaning slightly under his weight, his back straight and posture perfectly disciplined from a life under the rule of his nuns. Even though he wasn't leaning forward, he still seemed to invade the entire space with his raw physical size, making Adolf feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
"What can I do for you Franklin?", Adolf asked immediately as politely as he could, hiding his fear from his voice with effort. Best to get to the point quickly so that Franklin would leave as soon as possible.
"I have been trying to reach the xenos Belzevelle, but I am restricted from entering your room. I wish to talk to her", Franklin said without preamble.
Adolf flushed slightly at this, Belzevelle had been very offended yesterday by Franklin talking to her.
"Did you ask the door guards to tell Belzevelle that you wanted to talk to her?", Adolf asked diplomatically.
"I did, they relayed my message, but Belzevelle declined my request to speak", Franklin said calmly.
"I, erm, well if she doesn't want to speak to you right now, maybe she will later", Adolf navigated the conversation extremely diplomatically.
"I will speak to her now please", Franklin said expectantly and calmly, "now is the perfect time, later might not be convenient".
Adolf paused at this, distinctly uncomfortable with this conversation now.
"My Mother is not with Belzevelle at the moment I have been informed, neither is my brother Heinrich nor you step-father. Whatever she is doing can't be important, probably just xenos stuff…", Franklin began to explain.
"Xenos stuff?", Adolf interjected in bewilderment.
Franklin did not elaborate what exactly "xenos stuff" was, and simply demanded that Adolf arrange for Belzevelle to see him immediately.
"I thought that only your Mother could authorise entry pass cards to her bedroom", Adolf attempted an excuse.
"I don't know for certain, you can at least try talking to the gate keepers, maybe they will listen to you", Franklin brushed aside the excuse.
"I actually came here to read a letter from my parents in peace, I haven't even finished reading it yet", Adolf attempted to complain.
"I can sit here and wait until you finish reading it, it surely won't take more than a few minutes to read it", Franklin offered magnanimously.
Adolf paused for a moment, then sighed. It would hardly be peaceful reading the letter with the massive neophyte sitting there staring at him the entire time.
"Look Franklin, I don't think Belzevelle will be happy to talk to you if you enter the room after she expressly declined your invitation. It will end in upset, please be patient", Adolf attempted to reason with Franklin.
"Why would Belzevelle be upset to speak to me?", Franklin asked, apparently genuinely confused.
"You deeply offended her yesterday, women don't appreciate it when their mothering commitment is questioned", Adolf explained as tactfully as he could manage.
"Women?, Belzevelle is a xenos not a woman, a woman is a female adult human", Franklin corrected.
Adolf massaged his own whip bruised temples with his thumbs, willing the Emperor to give him patience in dealing with Franklin.
"Eldar women have the same basic emotions as a human woman, Belzevelle is a bit different in a lot of ways but in this area she is the same as an human woman. You offended her", Adolf said with artificial patience.
"Oh?, Well I did not intend to offend her, I can address that as well when I talk to her", Franklin said in a way that was almost but not quite an apology.
"I will tell her that you apologise, but it is still better if you wait for her to come to you", Adolf recommended.
"I think it would save a lot of wasted time if I just see her now, as soon as you finish reading your letter", Franklin said expectantly, heedless of this advice about dealing with women.
Adolf sighed and stood up, gathering his letter, he wouldn't get a moment of peace until he sent Franklin on his way.
"Come, but this won't end well", Adolf sighed resignedly.
***…
Belzevelle was grinning with diabolical delight as she peeled all of the skin off Octavia's right breast, exposing yellow fat to the air. Octavia was screaming her head off, though exactly how much of the screaming was from actual suffering and how much was simply from orgasmic pleasure was open to debate.
Octavia was bound down spread eagle with brutal barbed wire to a stainless steel surgical table, the wire so tight and stiff that Octavia couldn't even move, the barbs digging deeply into her flesh with extreme agony. Belzevelle had then systematically skinned Octavia, slicing her open and impaling her with huge metal needles and rods and spikes, cutting her open to expose the bleeding meat and fat beneath.
Belzevelle grinned sadistically as she used a gloved hand to stroke the exposed breast fat with Octavia's daemon feather Titillation, eliciting screaming laughter as the bright pink fronds caressed the surface of the bleeding yellow fat.
Belzevelle was wearing a hygienic black rubber dominatrix outfit rated for messy medical fetish play, complete with transparent face shield, to keep all the yuck off Belzevelle's pristinely clean skin. She wore kinky black rubber boots, gloves, and her entire body was covered except for her scalp, with the hair done up out of the way in an elaborate series of elegant plats.
Octavia currently looked like something in a meat processing plant, a mostly skinned body that was all cut open in various places. Any normal human woman in Octavia's current condition would be either dead or very very close to death, but the Slaanesh chosen with a daemon ring on her finger was supernaturally resilient and very much alive.
Octavia was screaming with pleasure and pain and laughter, the skin of her face still intact even though almost all of the rest of her body was skinned, her Slaanesh worshipping eyes bright with sensation and raw lust.
Belzevelle had tortured many humans like this over her life time as a dark eldar kabalite true born, (apart from with the daemon feather), she had skinned and dissected and cut and impaled and mutilated so many to quench the terrible thirst of Slaanesh on her dark eldar soul. But the other victims had never ENJOYED it the way Octavia was right now.
Usually there was tears, begging for mercy, terror, horror, disbelief in the humans that anything so horrible was happening to them. Octavia was screaming with pleasure and asking for even more torture!
"That feels SO good!", Octavia moaned as Belzevelle cut her skinned nipple in half…
Belzevelle frowned, Octavia was enjoying this too much!
"I'm getting revenge on you, stop enjoying it!", Belzevelle ordered dominantly, slapping Octavia's face.
Octavia nodded submissively and pretended unconvincingly to hate the torture, trying to make her moans sound less sexual.
Belzevelle stabbed a long steel spine deep into Octavia's breast fat, hoping to truly torture her. Octavia squirted over the bottom of the table in orgasm…
"I didn't say you could cum!", Belzevelle chastised Octavia severely.
"I can't help it Mistress Belzevelle, it feels so good that I can't hold it back", Octavia moaned apologetically.
Belzevelle growled and slapped Octavia hard across the face, but this punishment only made Octavia even hornier, she was just too kinky and slutty to torture.
Belzevelle moved to a rack of torture implements, searching in vain for something that would actually make Octavia suffer. Belzevelle's hand closed over the handle of an electric shock prod…
Belzevelle held up the electrocution implement for Octavia to see.
"Electric shocks are a hard limit for me Mistress Belzevelle", Octavia squeaked fearfully.
Belzevelle's grin widened, she walked over to Octavia holding the shock prod.
"I don't consent to electric shocks Mistress Belzevelle, we had a hard limits deal!", Octavia begged in dismay, wiggling fearfully in her barbed wire bondage.
Belzevelle said nothing, holding the electrified end of the shock prod an inch away from Octavia's skin, just short of touching her.
Octavia was freaking out now, getting scared, she had an irrational fear of electric shocks and couldn't stand them, strange for a Slaanesh worshipper. She was skinned on most of her body, just horrifically mutilated with raw bleeding fat exposed, unfazed by any of these injuries, but she was strangely terrified of a harmless electric shock.
"No, no please don't", Octavia whimpered fearfully.
"Why are you so afraid of electricity you coward?", Belzevelle mocked sadistically, holding the prod just short of zapping range of her skinned stomach.
"I don't like it Mistress Belzevelle!, I'm SCARED of machine magic lightning!", Octavia panicked.
"You are scared of "machine magic lightning", you know that it's not even called that", Belzevelle laughed mockingly.
"I don't like it Mistress Belzevelle!", Octavia repeated in a panic.
Belzevelle laughed and held the prod just above her skin, messing with her and freaking her out.
Octavia's panicked reaction was hilarious, Belzevelle was having so much fun.
Octavia had a "hard limit" for electric shocks, meaning that she didn't consent to them being used on her. Belzevelle would be punished by Mistress Wendy EXTREMELY severely if she violated Octavia's hard limit to shock her with electricity, but only if the prod actually zapped Octavia.
By holding the shock prod just short of zapping Octavia, Belzevelle was not violating the hard limit, freaking Octavia out without being punished later.
Belzevelle kept messing with Octavia's irrational fear of electric shocks, never actually zapping her, just using fear as a psychological torture, it was so fun.
Belzevelle smiled sadistically at Octavia's terror, repeatedly making sudden movements as though to shock Octavia, making her flinch and scream in raw panic.
Belzevelle felt wonderful as Octavia started to cry, Belzevelle hadn't zapped her even once but Octavia had worked herself up into a sobbing panic.
Belzevelle continued to ruthlessly terrorise Octavia with this entertaining psychological torture, having the time of her life.
Belzevelle's sharp Eldar ears heard the distant door opening, and turned her smiling face expectantly, expecting Adolf or perhaps Mistress Wendy.
Belzevelle's smile collapsed when she saw Franklin entering the room!
Belzevelle fumed with anger and irritation at the presence of this unwanted pest invading her private room, how had he even gotten in past the door guards?!
Belzevelle put away the shock prod, removed and put away her transparent surgical face shield, and ran towards Franklin with her extreme fleet of foot to angrily evict him from the room as quickly as possible.
The room darted past at extreme speed as Belzevelle sprinted, her sharp senses taking in every detail. Franklin was moving towards her eagerly, clearly wanting to bother her again.
Behind Franklin a group of Security Guards were now entering the room, apparently trying to keep up with the overly eager neophyte. Franklin had no visible pass card authorising him to enter, and he should not be able to get in without one, but the Security Guards didn't appear to be hostile towards him, though they did look not entirely happy with his presence either.
Adolf entered behind them shortly afterwards, pushing the armoured baby pram, and from his apologetic body language and facial expression it was apparent that he had something to do with Franklin's presence in the room.
Belzevelle closed the distance fast, and reached Franklin, angrily halting him with a gesture.
"Belzevelle…", Franklin began.
"What are you doing in here?", Belzevelle interrupted immediately.
"What is he doing in here?", Belzevelle asked the Security Guards who were just catching up to Franklin before Franklin could answer.
"Consort Adolf let him in Ma'am", one of the Security Guards answered immediately.
"I didn't think anyone could enter without an invitation from Mistress Wendy?", Belzevelle asked in confusion.
"Normally that is true Ma'am, but the children of Mistress Wendy get a special dispensation to enter when accompanied by a Consort", the Security Guard replied.
"Otherwise it would be really hard to bring the baby in and out without hassle", another Security Guard added helpfully.
Belzevelle pushed past Franklin and the Security Guards and stormed crossly to Adolf who was still slowly pushing the pram towards her.
Adolf slowed down as she rapidly approached him, looking sheepish and embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't have much of a choice, he found me and wouldn't be dissuaded", Adolf apologised.
Belzevelle was just about to say something in reply when the door opened yet again, causing Belzevelle to turn her gaze to see who was entering this time.
Belzevelle whimpered in terror and instantly backed away in horror, it was a Herald of Slaanesh!
The thing was a nightmare to the soul of any eldar, radiating raw hostility to the entire eldar race. It was stark naked apart from an invited visitor pass card on a chord around it's neck, with pale skin, a massive MASSIVE erect penis between it's legs, but on it's chest were 6 gigantic breasts even bigger than Octavia's monstrously large tits!
The Herald had an elaborate, brilliantly silver thin-wire crown on it's shockingly feminine flesh-dreadlock covered head, the wire burrowing agonisingly into it's flesh, the crown marking the daemon's status as a Herald of Slaanesh rather than just a common daemonette or titillatrix. The wire crown held a glowing pink gemstone that embossed the circle of a golden symbol of Slaanesh on the front of the crown, the unholy pink light causing a profound uncomfortable feeling of "sunburn" on Belzevelle's eldar soul where the light touched it!
The Herald had wickedly sharp shiny dark blue crab claws on both arms in place of hands, brutal scythes of chitin the length of long swords that somehow seemed to Belzevelle to be designed specifically to cut eldar souls!
Belzevelle had seen many of the lesser daemonettes, and those alone were nightmare fuel to Belzevelle's quaking soul, but Herald's of Slaanesh were somehow a thousand times more terrifying to any eldar. Apart from it's crown it was only slightly different from a normal daemonette in physical form, but the form was not the cause of it's terror, it was a supernatural feeling of pain and terror that all eldar felt in the presence of these creatures, a never ending psychic scream of raw terror and horror that filled Belzevelle's soul with the most undiluted sense of terror!
The Herald spared Belzevelle barely a glance, but for the slight instant that it held eye contact with Belzevelle, Belzevelle felt such profound supernatural horror in her soul that she wet her panties involuntarily in a hot stream, physically unable to stop pissing uncontrollably!
The eye contact lasted less than a second, but to Belzevelle's horrified eldar soul the moment stretched on for a near eternity, her mind gripped with supernatural terror so extreme that it was painful to feel such fear!
The Herald broke eye contact, it's face completely emotionally expressionless and unreadable the entire time, and Belzevelle physically staggered as some of the terrible horror lifted from her mind, leaving her to regain her balance, still urinating herself uncontrollably even with the eye contact broken.
The Herald looked around the room, face still unreadable, and opened it's mouth to speak, revealing long needle-like teeth.
"Wendy my dear beloved, where are you?", the Herald purred in an impossibly potent sensual erotic voice, the sound of the voice making Belzevelle wet herself all the more powerfully!
"Begone, foul daemon of chaos!", Franklin snarled a distance behind Belzevelle, and she could hear his heavy feet sprinting towards her.
The Herald looked slightly confused but not at all afraid, the first sign of emotion it had shown so far, and after a pause continued calling for Mistress Wendy, apparently having some business with her.
Belzevelle backed away fearfully, desperately trying in vain to control her steadily emptying bladder, her Eldar soul filled with profound existential horror from this horrifying predator of eldar souls.
The Herald thankfully completely ignored Belzevelle, harmlessly merely walking gracefully further into the room, obviously searching for Mistress Wendy.
Franklin had caught up to Belzevelle by now, and was shouting angrily at the Herald.
The Herald barely spared Franklin another glance, face completely calm and unreadable, and the Herald unexpectedly began to walk towards Adolf for some reason.
Adolf paled slightly, but didn't back down, and merely put the baby pram behind him protectively, heroically shielding his son from the Herald!
Belzevelle gazed at Adolf in open mouthed awe and wonder to see such unflinching bravery, she herself hadn't even managed to stop urinating herself in terror yet!
Adolf had balls of absolute steel to fearlessly stand tall where Belzevelle could only pee her panties in horror!
"Where is your wife, mortal?", the Herald asked the astonishingly brave Adolf with sensual happy charisma, a needle toothed smile filling it's nightmarish face in a way that was simultaneously alluring and horrifying.
"I, erm", Adolf fumbled, somewhat lessening his appearance of awe inspiring heroism…
"You stay away from him you foul filthy daemonic whore!", Franklin shouted with perfect rudeness, standing in between Adolf and the Herald.
Belzevelle was so exasperated by the sheer lack of basic social decorum from the xenophobic Franklin, that she actually put the palm of her right hand softly to her forehead, sighing softly in embarrassment, her bladder finally brought back under control by her feeling of exasperation, the hot piss still running down both legs and filling her kinky boots with sloshing liquid.
"Franklin it's ok, she, um he?, Um, I'm not sure, anyway this daemon is just asking for directions to find my wife", Adolf attempted to make peace.
"A chaos daemon talks to you and you consider this to be "okay"?!, Have you fallen from the Emperor's light stepfather?!, Are you cheating on my Mother with this THING?!, How DARE you!", Franklin angrily accused Adolf with flabbergasting rudeness!
Belzevelle covered her face with both hands now and just physically cringed with embarrassment and exasperation, as poor Adolf protested his innocence, this was SO socially inappropriate!, Belzevelle was so triggered by Franklin's exhausting social impropriety that even her urine inducing terror of the Herald was temporarily put aside, Franklin was just THAT exasperating at times like now!
The Herald seemed gracious and patient and polite enough to completely ignore Franklin, face completely expressionless, and calmly simply continued politely requesting the location of Mistress Wendy.
"She's in the office on, um, what floor is it again?", Adolf distractedly attempted to answer, but was interrupted by more shockingly rude rage from Franklin for talking to the Herald of Slaanesh.
Belzevelle couldn't deal with this anymore, somehow so embarrassed by Franklin, that even terror of the Herald paled in comparison to such raw cringe, and Belzevelle got the pram and walked with the pram and baby back to Octavia, urine sloshing inside her kinky boots, leaving behind this embarrassing social scene.
Belzevelle deliberately cooed loudly at the baby through the armoured glass viewing window at the back of the pram, trying to drown out the noise of Franklin's angry embarrassing spectacle.
"What is going on Mistress Belzevelle?", the mostly skinned Octavia asked from the table.
"Franklin is making a fool of himself", Belzevelle explained simply with an exhausted sigh, utterly unhappy.
Octavia grimaced and nodded in understanding.
"Are you going to torture me some more, Mistress Belzevelle?", Octavia asked hopefully after a brief pause.
"I would like to, but Franklin is in the room", Belzevelle said regretfully.
Octavia sighed and nodded.
Franklin was still yelling angrily at the Herald, and Adolf, and even the poor Security Guards now, causing a scene that escalated in volume and foolishness every second. Even the formerly emotionless Herald was starting to get irritated now, and was hissing angrily like a serpent as Franklin continued to hurl verbal abuse at it. The entire scene was perfectly embarrassing!
The Herald was given the location of Mistress Wendy during the shouting confusion, and the now extremely pissed off Herald crossly exited the room gracefully, face a mask of wrath and fury. Belzevelle was personally astonished that the Herald hadn't become violent towards Franklin!
The departure of the Herald of Slaanesh only slightly de-escalated the situation, with Franklin angrily accusing Adolf of outrageous things. Belzevelle and Octavia both sighed in exasperation, even the dim witted Octavia having enough basic social skills to see that this was misanthropic behaviour.
Belzevelle did not untie Octavia from her barbed wire bondage, but did have enough sense to cover Octavia under a black plastic sheet to hide her current state from view.
The scene Franklin was making gradually died down, and Franklin eagerly approached Belzevelle, obviously intent on talking to her, with the flustered and irritated looking Adolf and Security Guards following behind him.
Franklin walked right into Belzevelle's current play area, and looked around at the blood, and the bits of Octavia's skinned skin and chunks of bleeding yellow fat, all over the floor. Franklin could clearly see the black plastic sheet that covered Octavia, but seemed completely unaware that Octavia was under the sheet.
Franklin obliviously moved closer into the range of Octavia's aura, opening his mouth to speak, and was suddenly caught by Octavia's lust aura!
Franklin involuntarily hurled away the plastic sheet and had sex with Octavia's disturbingly skinned vagina, writhing on top of her skinned body and getting covered in blood and gross yellow fat!
Franklin came to his senses a moment later, took stock of what he was doing, and roared with horror and revulsion, hurling himself away from Octavia and out of the reach of the lust aura.
"GOLDEN THRONE!", Franklin shouted in disgusted outrage, looking horrified.
"Hello Franklin", Octavia said calmly from the nightmare of meat with her intact face.
"What happened to you?!", Franklin asked in dismay.
"Mistress Belzevelle is playing a game with me", Octavia calmly answered honestly enough.
Franklin tore around to face Belzevelle, pointing an accusing finger.
"It's consensual pleasure!", Belzevelle answered quickly before Franklin could turn violent.
"This is unholy!", Franklin shouted in angry disgust.
"Octavia started it, I am getting her back for yesterday", Belzevelle defended herself.
"But this is too much, you will kill her!"
"Octavia is surprisingly tough, she will survive I assure you", Belzevelle reassured him defensively.
"How will Octavia ever recover from this?!, Octavia is Adolf's wife, you have mutilated this man's wife!", Franklin shouted in outrage.
"Mistress Wendy will simply heal my body with my daemon ring", Octavia reassured from the table.
"Step father, don't you have anything to say about what Belzevelle is doing to your wife?", Franklin demanded, turning to Adolf expectantly.
"Don't get me involved in this", Adolf replied crossly, still obviously irritated with Franklin from before.
"How can you look at your own wife in this horrible state and not object?!", Franklin demanded.
"Oh I absolutely DID object, but my objections were ignored", Adolf angrily defended himself.
"Then why didn't you stop this?!"
"Mistress Wendy ordered that Mistress Belzevelle is dominant over me and Octavia today", Adolf explained defensively, annoyance with Franklin still clearly evident in his voice.
Franklin had only more predictable anger at this reply and Belzevelle groaned with exasperation at this stupid situation.
Adolf and the Security Guards tried valiantly to talk sense into Franklin, and the angry exchange continued fruitlessly for a time.
"Franklin you were SO rude to that poor herald!", the angry beautiful voice of Mistress Wendy suddenly shouted from the distant doorway, and Belzevelle turned to see her beloved Mistress Wendy storming angrily into the room, accompanied by the angry looking Herald of Slaanesh from before and several Night Lords in power armour.
Belzevelle thrilled with pleasure from the mere presence of Mistress Wendy, and dropped down to one knee in submission without hesitation as the chaos dominatrix angrily ran towards them.
Belzevelle remained kneeling as Mistress Wendy angrily joined the already bad argument, and the shouting got worse than ever before…
***…
Octavia was completely healed twenty minutes later, her beautiful body reshaped back to full health by the will of Mistress Wendy acting on Octavia's daemon ring, and the earlier scene was finally over.
Belzevelle and Octavia were both completely cleaned up and sitting intimately snuggling together on a sofa chair, both fully clothed in cleavage-heavy extremely skimpy pink satin half slips that barely hid their nipples, fresh pink G-strings, and not a thing more, (the provocative outfits worn deliberately to upset Franklin). Across from them in another chair sat Franklin, who looked provoked by their lesbian snuggling and sexually provocative outfit choices.
Mistress Wendy was still in the room, moved to her favourite work desk in the room and talking to the Herald of Slaanesh in some daemonic language about something Slaanesh-related. Mistress Wendy clearly didn't want to be working in the bedroom right now, but was forced to remain to keep a subtle eye on Franklin.
Adolf was sitting quietly off in another part of the room with his baby, and was also keeping an unsubtle eye on Franklin.
Belzevelle snuggled into Octavia's soft feminine body, enjoying the sensual feel of soft skin and thin satin, as she deliberately humoured Franklin's request to speak to her after all the unpleasantness earlier.
Franklin looked uncomfortable seeing Belzevelle snuggle Octavia like this, and Belzevelle deliberately snuggled into Octavia even more just to spite him. Octavia herself was glaring at Franklin with obvious dislike, her feelings towards him not improved by the events of today.
"So Belzevelle, tell me more about speed training", Franklin said calmly from his seat a few meters away.
Belzevelle sighed and said, "it is more a matter of practice than any complicated theory, it has to be shown to someone rather than simply described".
"Very well, please show me at once", Franklin pressed eagerly.
Belzevelle cocked her head at his presumption.
"No, not at once, at a later time when the time suits me I will", Belzevelle said firmly but not with hostility.
"Oh?, But what are you doing at the moment?", Franklin asked.
"At the moment I am snuggling with my dear Octavia", Belzevelle said unwaveringly.
"I would prefer that you didn't", Franklin said quietly.
"Your personal opinion on the matter is noted", Belzevelle said coldly, and snuggled even more affectionately with Octavia.
Franklin opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again after a pause.
"Will you be showing me your techniques soon?", Franklin inquired.
Belzevelle shrugged, "probably not today".
Franklin nodded slowly.
Octavia made a soft feminine noise, and Belzevelle turned her snuggling face to tenderly kiss Octavia on the lips, flushing with pleasure.
Franklin shifted uncomfortably and loudly cleared his throat very unsubtly.
"You have an erection Franklin", Belzevelle stated matter-of-factly, noticing out of the corner of her extremely sharp eye as she continued to make out with Octavia.
Franklin barked in embarrassment and stood up, putting his hands in front of his crotch to cover the swelling.
"Please stop doing that", Franklin requested.
Belzevelle reluctantly stopped kissing Octavia and resumed simply snuggling the delicious woman, turning her attention back to the embarrassed Franklin.
"That was actually polite for a change Franklin, I'm impressed", Octavia said quietly.
Belzevelle nodded, that had been surprisingly polite for Franklin.
"I can be civil", Franklin said softly.
"I like you a lot more when you are polite like this", Octavia said approvingly, her earlier hostility not completely gone but thawed somewhat.
Franklin nodded awkwardly, still hiding his erection from view.
"You don't have to keep hiding it, you can sit", Belzevelle said with a smile, gesturing to the chair Franklin had earlier "risen" from.
Franklin nodded and shyly sat down, bulge in his pants extremely pronounced as he uncovered his hands from over his crotch.
"It's not even all that big, you should see how erect Adolf can get now after his penis enlargement surgery", Octavia encouraged with a slutty giggle that made Franklin's bulge even worse.
"Well he is your husband, wives can see such things of their husband's body. I am not your husband, so you should not see this", Franklin rationalised shyly.
"You had sex with her less than an hour ago", Belzevelle baited just to be cheeky.
"I sincerely apologise for that, both to you Octavia and to your husband", Franklin apologised sombrely.
"What about apologising to *me*, Octavia is my wife too after all", Belzevelle added mockingly.
"That is not funny Belzevelle, please don't make jokes about such things!", Franklin exclaimed, still surprisingly polite for Franklin.
"Wow, you really have gotten more polite", Belzevelle laughed approvingly.
"I really don't approve of jokes about homosexual marriage, it's very poor taste", Franklin said very politely.
"Come on Franklin, you know what we get up to, you know that the four of us are sexually active with each other. Stop trying to morally sanitise everything", Belzevelle said seriously, tiring of his bigotry.
"The two of you have sex with each other?", Franklin asked in a quaking voice.
Belzevelle and Octavia both happily answered that they did every single day.
"We can show you a demonstration on this chair right now if you like", Belzevelle teased mischievously in a naughty voice.
A conspicuous wet patch appeared at the crotch of Franklin's pants at this offer.
"Did you just cum yourself?", Belzevelle asked teasingly.
Franklin seemed very flustered now, and seemed unsure of how to continue this conversation.
"Aw, don't be shy", Belzevelle teased, having far too much fun.
"I am a married man, this is unbecoming", Franklin criticised himself, looking ashamed.
Octavia and Belzevelle told him to stop being so hard on himself, and coaxed him into calming somewhat from his considerable fluster.
"I really need to learn more about your relationship with Octavia and Adolf and my Mother, I need to know that you are not going to murder them all. What you did to Octavia today was, it scared me for her safety", Franklin suddenly got serious without warning.
Belzevelle and Octavia both paused at this, Franklin for once wasn't (completely) out of line getting worried about their sexual antics.
"Did you ever do anything like that to Adolf?", Franklin asked firmly.
"No, never with him, never with Mistress Wendy either, well at least not with Mistress Wendy as the victim, Mistress Wendy has done such things to me", Belzevelle promised Franklin honestly.
"Only with me", Octavia agreed.
"Are you okay now Octavia?", Franklin asked.
"Me?, Yes I am fine now, my ring heals all damage after messy play time", Octavia reassured.
"I don't want you to do that stuff to Adolf, ("I won't"), *or* to my Mother, ("I won't"), and I don't want you to do it to Octavia again either, ("hang on"), I really MEAN it Belzevelle!", Franklin demanded, with Belzevelle responding to his words as he spoke.
"I won't mutilate Adolf or Mistress Wendy, they don't heal like Octavia does, but Octavia is fair game for messy play because she heals super fast from her ring", Belzevelle said firmly.
"But poor Octavia…"
"I LIKED it!", Octavia interrupted.
"It was extremely disturbing to see that…"
"It wasn't done for your viewing, you entered our private bedroom and saw something extremely private", Belzevelle patiently reminded the unwelcome gatecrasher.
"This is not acceptable, even for the pair of you that was obscenely depraved!", Franklin criticised adamantly.
"This is none of your business Franklin!", Octavia snapped without warning, sitting up angrily from her snuggle with Belzevelle.
"I am a PART of this depraved family, that MAKES this my business!", Franklin snapped back crossly.
"What exactly is your problem with this Franklin?", Belzevelle asked with as much patience as she could, trying to de-escalate this exchange.
"I don't want my step-mother to be skinned and mutilated like that, it was horrific!", Franklin spat with obvious feeling.
Octavia began to squabble back, but Belzevelle dominantly stopped her, trying to maintain some civility in this conversation.
"I don't usually skin Octavia, this was the first time I skinned her this much", Belzevelle promised calmly.
"It was also the LAST time that you skin Octavia, you will not do it ever again!", Franklin firmly demanded.
"This is none of your business!", Octavia snapped at him angrily.
"I am going to protect you whether you like it or not Octavia", Franklin stated firmly with authority.
Octavia spat some angry words in her tribal village language that Belzevelle strongly suspected were swear words, but Belzevelle wrapped an arm around Octavia's head and covered her mouth with a hand, silencing the woman.
"Hush my love", Belzevelle told Octavia softly, going to lengths to de-escalate this situation.
Octavia nodded submissively and held silent, Belzevelle took her hand off Octavia's mouth.
"I love Octavia, I will never do anything to permanently harm her. Octavia is my wife", Belzevelle said sincerely.
Franklin flinched, provoked by these words, but Belzevelle spoke before he could complain.
"You want to know about our relationship, I'm telling you that I love Octavia to bits", Belzevelle promised.
Octavia made a romantic noise at these words, and Belzevelle dropped a hand down under one of Octavia's satin clad breasts and lifted the huge mammary up romantically, giving the giant tit an affectionate squeeze that made Octavia laugh ticklishly.
"Please don't do that", Franklin complained at the boob touching.
Belzevelle deliberately jiggled the tit without letting go, defying Franklin's request.
"You wanted to know about our relationship, our relationship includes a LOT of boob play", Belzevelle said calmly, holding eye contact with the embarrassed Franklin.
Franklin's erection was worse than ever now, and his wet patch at his crotch got noticeably bigger.
"Oh my", Belzevelle purred teasingly.
"Please stop", Franklin begged softly but urgently.
Belzevelle reluctantly let go of Octavia's boobs, and simply rested an affectionate arm dominantly around Octavia's shoulders.
"Thank you", Franklin said quietly.
Belzevelle nodded indulgently, and coaxed Franklin to speak.
"I don't need to know the ah, specifics, of your interspecies lesbian sexual relationship. I just want to make sure that everyone is safe", Franklin said extremely diplomatically.
Belzevelle and Octavia both paused thoughtfully, touched by this concern, and both nodded encouragingly.
"I will keep the really messy surgical play to a minimum, only when Octavia super deserves it", Belzevelle offered generously.
"That's a start I guess", Franklin replied slowly.
"A start?, That's more than generous already", Belzevelle pointed out.
"What else do you do to Octavia?", Franklin asked seriously.
"I don't even know if I could list everything I do to her", Belzevelle chuckled warmly.
"I take it that you tickle her?", Franklin suggested.
Belzevelle and Octavia both laughed at this question.
"Yes of course I tickle Octavia!, I tickle Octavia like you couldn't imagine!", Belzevelle laughed incredulously.
"You have, erm, you have sex with each other?", Franklin pressed.
"Come on Franklin, you already know full well that we do", Belzevelle laughed.
"Do you do, bum stuff?"
"Yep, I stick all sorts of stuff up Octavia's bum", Belzevelle agreed amused.
"What sort of things?"
"Dildos, vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs, my fingers, my fist, my entire arm!", Belzevelle chuckled naughtily.
Franklin's swelling got extremely large.
"Do you do, bondage?"
"Are you seriously even asking?, of course we do!", Belzevelle giggled, Octavia was likewise giggling at these silly questions.
"Do you do, um, spankings?"
"I spank the living crap out of Octavia's yummy ass", Belzevelle purred naughtily.
"Do you do, gross poo stuff?", Franklin asked hesitantly.
"Yes…", Belzevelle admitted awkwardly.
"What sort of poo stuff do you do?"
"Are you sure you want to know?", Belzevelle warned him seriously.
"Do you do, um, unhygienic poo stuff?"
"ALL poo play is unhygienic", Belzevelle reminded him.
"I mean, do you eat poo?", Franklin asked hesitantly, clearly expecting the answer to be no.
"Yes…", Belzevelle said apologetically.
"You eat Octavia's poo?!"
"Yes…", Belzevelle admitted quietly.
"That's disgusting!", Franklin exclaimed in revulsion.
"I warned you that you probably didn't want to know", Belzevelle reminded him.
"But but, WHY?!, Poo isn't food, why would you eat it?!", Franklin implored her.
"I know it's not food, we don't eat each other's shit for the nutritional benefit, it's 100 percent a sex thing", Belzevelle quipped dryly.
"You both eat each other's poo?!", Franklin exclaimed in revulsion.
Octavia and Belzevelle both nodded calmly.
"Does Adolf also do this unholy act?", Franklin asked in dismay.
"Nah, Adolf hates poo play", Belzevelle laughed melodically.
"Sometimes I make him eat my poo anyway, he hates it, he pukes everywhere when I force him to eat my shit", Octavia laughed mischievously.
"That's HORRIBLE!", Franklin exclaimed in disgusted outrage.
"It is pretty fucked up", Belzevelle gently agreed, giving Octavia a poke to the belly that made her squeal with laughter.
"It's so fun", Octavia giggled playfully.
"Poor Adolf, you know he doesn't like it", Belzevelle scolded affectionately.
"I'm a mean Domme", Octavia shrugged with a giggle.
"You certainly are, you tickle the absolute shit out of me every time I submit to you. You are wicked", Belzevelle chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.
"You have no remorse for your unholy cruelty Octavia?!", Franklin criticised her severely.
"Adolf still has his safe word, I always stop if he says it", Octavia shrugged unapologetically.
Franklin paused at this and calmed slightly, still far from happy.
"Is my brother Heinrich kept hygienic with these filthy antics going on?", Franklin demanded.
"We always wash and brush our teeth afterwards before we go near the baby", Belzevelle reassured him.
"Are your mouths clean right now?", Franklin pressed indelicately.
"Let me check", Belzevelle purred mischievously and passionately tongue kissed Octavia with excessive tongue, licking all around inside her mouth.
"All tastes clean in her mouth", Belzevelle informed Franklin playfully as soon as the kiss ended.
"This is serious", Franklin complained.
"We are kinky bitches", Belzevelle shrugged.
"Doesn't it taste awful?, How can you enjoy eating excrement?!"
"I don't eat it for breakfast, I need to be in the right mood to enjoy it", Belzevelle explained.
"Right mood?, What mood could make you want to eat poo?!", Franklin asked incredulously.
"When Mistress Wendy gets me submissive as shit and super horny, then I can get pleasure from it", Belzevelle explained calmly.
"It's super hot", Octavia added with a slutty moan of pleasure.
"What other stuff do the pair of you do?", Franklin asked darkly.
"Vomit play?, We do that too", Octavia suggested helpfully.
"That's revolting!", Franklin spat in disgust.
"We also piss all over each other and drink each other's blood", Belzevelle added playfully.
"That's gross!, That's depraved!", Franklin shouted passionately.
"We also do a lot of vagina stuff", Octavia suggested, ignoring Franklin's reaction.
"Well vagina stuff doesn't really count as kinky, vagina stuff goes without saying", Belzevelle mused.
"Vagina stuff, you mean with Adolf?", Franklin asked hopefully, calming slightly.
"Well yeah, Adolf fucks us all the time", Octavia agreed honestly enough.
"Good honest marital sex between a husband and wife is more like it. So your husband makes love to you often Octavia?", Franklin asked in relief.
"Which husband?, Well they both do", Octavia fumbled foolishly.
"You mean that daemon?!", Franklin shouted in a rage.
"Yes, my husband The Flesh Mistress, Keeper of Secrets and greater daemon of Blessed Slaanesh", Octavia said proudly, deeply proud of her immortal daemonic husband.
"Where is your husband anyway?, I haven't seen him in ages", Belzevelle asked curiously.
"My husband is in Low Commorragh fighting the Dark Eldar, he is currently leading one of the daemonic Legions of Excess for Blessed Slaanesh. I miss him", Octavia said happily.
"How do you keep in touch with him?", Belzevelle asked curiously.
"He uses telepathy to speak to my mind, we send thoughts back and forth to each other constantly… He just said to say hello to you both", Octavia said happily.
"I don't want that daemon going anywhere near you Octavia!", Franklin demanded.
"He is my husband, he is a part of my life", Octavia pouted defensively.
"That daemon is evil!"
"He is, but he also tickles me super SUPER hard and makes me cum so SO hard!, The pleasure a keeper of secrets can give you is second to none", Octavia reasoned with a moan of lust.
"Does this daemon touch Adolf or Belzevelle or my Mother?", Franklin demanded frantically.
"My husband fucks and tortures Mistress Wendy whenever he likes, Slaanesh Champions do not refuse the sexual advances of a greater daemon of Slaanesh, that would be blasphemy!", Octavia exclaimed as though scandalised by the suggestion of Mistress Wendy refusing.
"Adolf and I are not touched by the daemon", Belzevelle added.
Franklin exploded with predictable outrage, but the two women simply ignored him.
Franklin calmed down slowly, and changed the subject back to the earlier topic of "vagina stuff", blushing as he said it.
"Yes we get fucked in the pussy constantly, with Adolf's dick, dildos, vibrators, fingers, tongues, fists, glass bottles, just all sorts of things are fucked inside our cunts", Belzevelle said naughtily with an erotic smile.
"Glass bottles?", Franklin asked worriedly.
"Yep, we could get a bottle right now and show you how it's done", Belzevelle offered teasingly.
"That won't be necessary", Franklin declined the offer of a demonstration.
"Which, which of these, items, is your favourite to use?", Franklin asked awkwardly.
"Adolf's dick", Belzevelle said without hesitation.
"I don't have any one favourite thing", Octavia answered.
Franklin looked at Belzevelle approvingly, impressed by her answer.
"That is surprisingly wholesome Belzevelle", Franklin said respectfully.
"What about mouth stuff", Franklin asked delicately.
"Kissing yes, oral sex yes, licking yes, basically yes to every type of mouth stuff as you call it", Belzevelle informed him honestly, having nothing to hide.
"You don't do pedophile stuff I trust?", Franklin asked.
"Does Cheng count?", Octavia asked curiously.
"That was really filthy!, Poor Cheng!", Franklin cursed, suddenly remembering Cheng's comically unfortunate "torture date" with Octavia and Mistress Wendy.
Belzevelle burst out laughing at the memory.
"I'm pretty sure that Cheng liked it", Octavia reasoned stupidly with Franklin.
"He was ELEVEN at the time!", Franklin shouted in outrage.
"He was the one who initiated it, we didn't want to do it, we were only doing it as a treat for him to make him happy!", Octavia argued defensively.
Belzevelle was still snorting with laughter at the memory.
"It was pedophilia!", Franklin protested.
"Yeah, it totally was", Belzevelle giggled.
"There is nothing funny about pedophilia Belzevelle!", Franklin scolded her.
"Normally there is nothing at all funny about pedophilia, but that incident with Cheng was SUPER funny!", Belzevelle giggled uncontrollably.
"Are you also a pedophile Belzevelle?", Franklin angrily accused.
"No of course not!, I didn't touch Cheng, I have no interest at all in kids, no tiny little child dick is going to make me cum", Belzevelle protested her innocence.
"I prefer adults", Octavia added.
"You are a child yourself Franklin", Belzevelle told him.
"I'm not a child, I'm a teenager", Franklin disagreed.
"Barely a teenager", Belzevelle laughed.
"I don't think so", Franklin disagreed.
Belzevelle shrugged.
"Do you and my mother often abuse children?", Franklin asked Octavia mercilessly.
"No!, Of course we don't!, Cheng was a special case, he nagged the shit out of us until Mistress Wendy finally said yes, that is hardly the same as us going out of our way to fuck a minor!", Octavia protested, sounding angry now.
"Does Adolf abuse children?", Franklin asked firmly.
"Of course not!", Belzevelle and Octavia exclaimed in near unison, flabbergasted by this accusation.
"What other vile things do the pair of you do?", Franklin asked disgustedly.
"What things counts as vile?", Belzevelle asked curiously.
"Do you abuse animals?, Wait, of course the three humans do, Belzevelle is a xenos", Franklin reasoned out loud.
Belzevelle raised an elegant eyebrow at this racist remark but held silent.
"What other things do you do?", Franklin insisted.
"We have many many sex tapes if you want to examine what we do for yourself", Belzevelle offered mockingly.
"Very well, my nuns will examine the tapes for me", Franklin accepted the offer unexpectedly…
Belzevelle's mocking smile collapsed, replaced with embarrassment at the thought of those dour, ultra-conservative nuns watching Belzevelle's humiliating submissive treatment in those sex tapes!
"Can you please give me the recordings for my nuns to examine?", Franklin asked calmly and expectantly.
Octavia started to stand up, shamelessly trying to get the sex tapes. Belzevelle hastily pulled Octavia back down to the seat, embarrassed now.
"I don't think that we should share all of our personal recordings, some of that stuff is really private", Belzevelle back-pedalled defensively.
"You were the one who offered. Very well, which recordings are you willing to share?", Franklin asked reasonably.
Octavia giggled and suggested, "Adolf's porno".
Belzevelle burst out laughing.
"What is "Adolf's porno"?", Franklin asked immediately.
"The most innocent sex we ever had, Adolf was a grox manure shoveler", Belzevelle giggled melodically.
"Grox manure?!, That sounds filthy!", Franklin protested.
"No no, there was no manure, it's an inside joke during rehearsals of the script", Belzevelle tried to explain, still giggling.
"We have the rehearsal on a recording, we should watch it right now", Octavia giggled.
"I don't want to see any filth", Franklin protested.
"No no, the rehearsal recording has no sex or nudity at all. It was just a rehearsal", Belzevelle reassured him.
"If that is true then perhaps I could see this recording", Franklin allowed, calming.
Belzevelle cheered playfully and got Octavia to go pull over a monitor screen and find the recording.
A few minutes later, (after Belzevelle made sure that Octavia had collected the right recording), the three of them watched the screen, chairs turned to face the screen.
The screen illuminated to show the four members of the group marriage, all wearing stupid imperial costumes and holding pages of paper scripts. Adolf in the recording was agitatedly fussing over the three women and the set, as the women looked bored and slightly amused.
"Woah woah woah!, Why are you showing that to Franklin Mistress Belzevelle!?", the real life Adolf loudly exclaimed in the background, followed by sounds of him running over with the pram.
Belzevelle turned her head to see Adolf looking embarrassed and alarmed, clearly frantic to stop Franklin from seeing this particular recording.
Belzevelle winked fondly at him, but made no move to pause or stop the recording.
"Turn it off, turn it off!", Adolf begged as he got closer.
Belzevelle shook her head sadistically.
Adolf had reached the monitor now and was embarrassedly trying to turn it off.
"Stop trying to turn it off and sit with me submissive", Belzevelle ordered dominantly.
Adolf was obviously not happy with this order, but his brutal submission training at the cruel hands of Mistress Wendy had mentally conditioned him, to slavishly obey any consort who was currently dominant over him, and he reacted submissively, obeying her order without question and pushing the pram over to the sofa, parking the pram beside the sofa and submissively sitting beside Belzevelle, looking embarrassed.
Belzevelle put a dominant arm around Adolf's back and grinned mischievously as they continued watching the embarrassing rehearsal.
"What is going on in this recording?", Franklin asked, confused by the rehearsal.
"Rehearsing for Adolf's sexual fantasy", Octavia answered cheerfully.
"This is embarrassing!", Adolf added, looking humiliated.
"What is your "sexual fantasy" exactly, step father?", Franklin asked unashamedly.
"I'm not going to answer that, this stuff is extremely personal!", Adolf exclaimed indignantly.
"Just watch", Belzevelle told Franklin with amusement.
The footage continued uninterrupted for a while, showing the embarrassing spectacle of Adolf feverishly directing and nitpicking the women and the set.
The first rehearsal lines began, and Adolf wilted with embarrassment as Belzevelle and Mistress Wendy said their appallingly poorly written lines, followed by the almost illiterate Octavia comically attempting to improvise.
Belzevelle and Octavia burst out laughing at Octavia's improvised line about the grox manure shovelling, and Adolf cringed with embarrassment, slumping right forward in the seat.
Belzevelle rubbed Adolf's back with dominant affection, coaxing him to recover from his shame.
Belzevelle and Octavia burst out laughing again at another funny moment in the footage, and Adolf became even more embarrassed.
Franklin was silently watching the footage with rapt attention, making this even funnier, and Belzevelle couldn't stop giggling right now if she tried.
The footage gradually continued to the scene where the four members of the group marriage were all laying fully clothed on the bed, with Adolf mounting each woman in turn in rehearsal.
"This is surprisingly wholesome", Franklin said without warning.
Adolf merely nodded in embarrassment.
"I thoroughly approve of this step father, the Emperor was right to choose you to marry my mother. I have never seen my mother and Octavia behaving so wholesomely in such a setting. If not for Belzevelle being present this would be perfectly acceptable", Franklin praised in a tone of extraordinary generosity and encouragement.
"I like this, I want all of you to do more of this sort of thing. By the Emperor this is so encouraging to see", Franklin announced happily.
"That would be too boring!", Octavia protested incredulously.
"You don't enjoy having sex with your husband Adolf?", Franklin pressed Octavia disapprovingly.
"Of course I enjoy having sex with Adolf", Octavia began to reply.
"Well then that is fine then, have honest wholesome sex with him", Franklin interrupted her in a reasonable tone.
Belzevelle chuckled, "the other recordings are rather… Less, "wholesome", as you put it".
"My nuns can review the other recordings, but from now on I want all of you to have wholesome sex", Franklin insisted stubbornly.
"You want Adolf to have sex with me as well?", Belzevelle asked mockingly.
Franklin paused at this, looking deeply uncomfortable.
"In all honesty Belzevelle, if the four of you could carry on like in that footage, then the interspecies stuff would still be a HUGE improvement on your current filthy acts", Franklin offered, surprising Belzevelle that Franklin could make such a concession.
"You are willing to accept me as Adolf's wife?", Belzevelle asked Franklin seriously, intrigued.
"I am not able to promise that, but I will certainly accept you a LOT more if you help Adolf put an end to the usual filth", Franklin offered.
Belzevelle was strangely touched by this slightly insulting offer, but naturally could only politely refuse.
This really was unusually generous of Franklin, was he actually slightly growing as a person?
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