The Imperial Orphan

by MA7

Captured alive by the Inquisition from his depraved heretic parents as a newborn, Chaos Lord's son Franklin Sevenson was deemed young enough to be uncorrupted and sent to an orphanage dedicated to the children of such sinful parents. Now 12 years old, Franklin struggles with the horrors of his unclean past, as his filthy bloodline seeks to corrupt him from the Emperor's light.

141. Chapter 141

Chapter 141(Orphan) draft 2

Franklin Sevenson felt numb all over as he knelt on the floor before Sister Mary in a chair filled waiting room of the restricted area of "the Silence of the Ducks".

Sister Mary brought down a wooden cane on his knuckles with all her strength yet again, with a sharp WHACK sound, but Franklin couldn't even feel it.

"This is hopeless!, How are you supposed to complete the painful path if you can't feel pain!", Sister Mary exclaimed in despair.

"Tickling his ears isn't working either!", Sister Pamela said from behind him, apparently stroking his ears right now but completely unfelt by him.

Other nuns surrounded Franklin dominantly on all sides, the room filled with his entire "harem" of nuns and Sister Superior Clementine, most of them fussing over the many babies they had born Franklin, and Franklin was completely erect from the presence of his nuns, unable to be tickled to make his erection go down.

"I'm… So… Itchy…", Franklin's filthy mutant heretic wife Violet the Slaaneshi psyker moaned in extreme suffering yet again.

Violet was standing submissively in the corner of the room facing the corner, wearing a white paint stained blue armless summer dress. She had her hands held submissively on her white paint smeared feather covered mutant head, and every inch of her entire skin was thickly painted with white paint laced with excessive quantities of a skin irritant chemical designed to cause itching.

The paint covered Violet so completely that even her brilliantly blue mutant feathers were completely white all over with paint. The skin under her blue dress and underwear was every bit as covered in white paint as the rest of her, Violet having been ordered by Franklin to get naked in a private toilet room where he had painted her highly submissive naked body all over, Franklin ordering her to get dressed again over the paint.

Even the bottoms of her unholy bare mutant bird feet were thickly painted with the itching paint, and a line of white bird footprints stained the floor everywhere she walked, (to the irritation of cleaning staff on this ship). Franklin and his nuns periodically added more paint to exposed areas of Violet's thickly paint smeared skin just in case it wasn't making her itchy enough, determined to make their heretical mutant psyker whipping girl suffer as much as possible at all times for religious reasons.

Violet had been terribly dismayed ever since Franklin first painted her skin yesterday, her face tormented and her voice continually making soft sounds of suffering and woe, (as well as soft moans of masochistic pleasure), but the Slaanesh worshipper was so submissive that she had not resisted or disobeyed Franklin, nor had she scratched herself at all anywhere on her body. She had barely slept on the cold hard floor last night, her naked body still completely covered in the paint, and her periodic crying during the night had repeatedly woken Franklin up where he lay on the hard floor beside her.

Franklin himself had sexually penetrated his paint covered wife on the floor last night, getting her paint all over his completely numb skin, but he had felt nothing at all, not even the slightest itch. His numb penis had still gotten easily erect over the big breasted and beautiful naked Violet last night, and the paint covered Violet had passionately straddled his pelvis and energetically bounced up and down on his marriage limb. Violet had screamed with pleasure and climaxed repeatedly for a long time last night, but Franklin hadn't even felt her marriage hole with his skin so numb!

Franklin had been so frustrated that he had eventually pulled his marriage limb out and given his masochistic wife a brutal beating with a leather belt to relieve his frustrations. Violet had been too covered in paint for Franklin to even see her bruises from this beating, and he had gone to sleep in discouragement as Violet got to 'enjoy' being itchy all night.

"You don't have permission to speak filthy heretical witch!", Sister Superior Clementine snarled righteously at Violet for speaking, and gave Violet 50 brutal lashes on her dress clad back with a giant whip.

The Slaanesh worshipping mutant woman moaned masochistically from the agony of the whip, and got another 50 lashes for daring to moan.

Franklin thrilled with terrible jealousy, Violet got to experience yet more wonderful suffering while he was numb all over!

Violet went silent, her white paint stained blue dress fabric cut in many places from the sharp whip, with Violet's blood gently soaking into the dress fabric and paint in non lethal amounts.

Violet was trembling slightly, not perfectly still, obviously so hellishly itchy from the paint that she was almost breaking her submissive discipline.

Franklin felt no sympathy for his strange chaos wife, she LIKED being tormented like this the depraved Slaaneshi slut!, No matter what cruel things the faithful did to Franklin's wife, she just got sexually excited from it, she was completely incorrigible!

"Don't mince her back up too much, she will get scar tissue", Franklin's heretical mother Wendy Sevenson giggled ticklishly from her husband's lap on a nearby couch chair.

Franklin turned his eyes to look at his Emperor worshipping step father Adolf Lincoln-Sevenson, the extremely long suffering and patient husband that the Emperor himself had given to Franklin's depraved mother in an attempt to reform her.

Adolf was dressed appropriately in a white shirt and blue pants, the shirt struggling to contain the man's swollen bodybuilder muscles. He sat in the middle of a very comfortable looking two person lounge chair couch, with His wife, Franklin's Mother, laying across his lap as Adolf playfully tickled her lower belly affectionately.

Franklin's mother Wendy was wearing her usual shamelessly sinful milk collecting dominatrix leathers and backwards "flossing" G string, but she had her arms trapped together behind her back in some sort of black leather sock-like garment with crisscrossing laces like a shoe, rendering her arms completely restrained. She seemed perfectly happy with her restraint and equally happy with what her husband was doing to her.

"By the Emperor, you don't know how MERCIFUL I am being ONLY whipping this blasphemous heretical mutant witch!", Sister Superior Clementine answered Wendy hatefully.

"You will go back in the portable metal pillory restraints for three months if you defy me!, Hell I'm even happy to leave you to rot in the pillory until the day you die!", Wendy snapped back severely.

"I… I will not die on this particular hill… I will find other ways of punishing Violet", Sister Superior Clementine relented bitterly.

Sister Superior Clementine flattened her hand and hatefully spanked Violet's dress covered painted bottom with great force, making Violet groan very softly from the pleasure and pain.

Wendy nodded approvingly at this less injurious way of "playing" with Violet, and she turned her attention to giggling up at her husband playfully.

Adolf grinned down at Wendy sprawled across his lap, and squeezed the exposed belly skin just below Wendy's shameful milk collecting dominatrix corset, making Wendy explode with playful tickled laughter.

Franklin flushed with jealousy yet again.

No one in the room reacted much to what Adolf was doing to Wendy, apart from Wendy's outfit and bondage there was nothing sinful about a man of the Emperor being affectionate and playfully tickling his wife on a lounge chair.

The pair of them had entered the room about 15 minutes ago with Adolf playfully chasing the giggling black-leather-arm-sock restrained Wendy into the room, trying to tickle her as she playfully tried to escape him. Wendy had deliberately let her husband catch her, and he had wrestled the restrained woman down onto the couch and proceeded to playfully tickle her for the past 15 minutes as she softly squealed and laughed in delight.

Compared to Wendy's usual disgusting Slaaneshi antics, this was surprisingly wholesome, the pair weren't even being sexual at all, just being affectionate and playful. They weren't even loud, Wendy's giggling was deliberately kept soft and quiet to avoid bothering anyone else in the room.

Sister Mary suddenly gave up trying to cane Franklin in discouragement, and offered the cane to the other nuns. Mother Superior took the proffered cane, and flexed it sternly and stood in the optimal position.

Mother Superior swatted the cane down on his knuckles so hard that the cane splintered in the middle from the impact!

Franklin felt no pain at all…

Mother Superior held up the cane unhappily, half of it drooping down from a splintered fracture in the middle of the cane, Franklin had barely felt anything but slight momentary pressure on the skin of his now bloody knuckles.

"I would offer you another cane, but it's pointless. Franklin won't feel it no matter how hard you hit him, the numbness is inescapable. I know from experience what it feels like", Wendy giggled seriously from her husband's lap.

"What should we do to punish him then?", Sister Mary asked in dismay.

"Nothing physical will work, only psychological suffering will work, and I don't particularly WANT you to psychologically torture my son", Wendy answered unhappily.

The nuns murmured unhappily to each other about this.

Wendy resumed her giggling as her husband continued to squeeze her defenceless stomach sprawled across his lap.

"What by the golden throne are you WEARING Wendy?", Sister Mary asked unexpectedly after a brief pause.

"My usual clothes?", Wendy replied back in confusion.

"No no, that thing around your arms", Sister Mary elaborated.

"The monoglove?, It's called either a monoglove or an armbinder, I personally prefer to call it a monoglove. It's a bondage garment that renders the arms completely useless, I can't defend my stomach at all from being tickled with my arms in the monoglove", Wendy explained happily.

"Ok… But WHY are you wearing it?", Sister Mary asked in slight exasperation.

"So that Adolf can tickle me and I can't stop him, well, I could almost certainly break out of this monoglove with my daemon strength if I actually wanted to, the restraint is mostly just for fun. I enjoy feeling restrained when I am being tickled", Wendy chuckled happily.

"Again, why?", Sister Superior Clementine asked coldly.

"Why what?", Wendy asked with slight confusion,

"Why are you wearing a… Monoglove, in public and carrying on with your husband like this in front of us all?, Why are you doing this at all, it smells of sin", Sister Superior Clementine elaborated coldly.

"I wanted to be affectionate with my wife in a way that we would both enjoy, it was my idea to tickle her on a couch and this was the only room we could find in this restricted area with the sort of couch I was looking for. I have been playfully chasing this giggling little cutie through every hallway of the entire restricted area trying to tickle her until we found this couch", Adolf explained slightly defensively.

"And the monoglove?", Sister Superior Clementine asked coldly.

"The monoglove was Wendy's idea, I had thought to keep her free or in handcuffs maybe, but Wendy really wanted me to bind her in the monoglove. Honestly my primary plan this morning was just 'to tickle Wendy on my lap on a couch' for maybe an hour or two, I didn't think it through much beyond that. Wendy agreed but asked if she could wear a monoglove", Adolf explained awkwardly.

"In front of us?", Sister Superior Clementine pressed sternly.

"Does the monoglove really bother you THAT much?", Wendy asked.

"I can take it off her", Adolf offered awkwardly.

"I would prefer it if you didn't, the monoglove makes it more fun", Wendy complained.

"Who is the Dominant in this play period right now?", Adolf asked slightly sternly.

"You are Master", Wendy replied surprisingly submissively, immediately going still and compliant.

Adolf sat Wendy up beside him with her back turned to face him, and he fiddled with the knots on the crisscrossing lace of the monoglove and clumsily untied the knots, loosening the tight laces.

Adolf slid the loose monoglove down off Wendy's arms, revealing her bare arms and hands and red painted fingernails. Wendy held her hands together behind her back despite being free, and Adolf pulled her back down across his lap and, when no one complained further, he hesitantly resumed tickling Wendy.

Soft giggling filled the air, but Wendy kept her hands behind her back and remained still on her husband's lap, holding herself still with ease.

"It's no fun when you don't squirm", Adolf told his wife fondly.

"Do I have permission to squirm Master?", Wendy asked submissively.

"Of course, you have permission to be playful too and use your arms, you can even try to escape so long as you only use your natural muscles", Adolf replied affectionately.

Wendy squirmed around playfully and raised her arms up over her head to deliberately expose her underarms to be tickled, poking out her tongue cutely.

Adolf laughed and leaned down to lovingly kiss his adorably playful wife.

Franklin thrilled with jealousy yet again, unable to feel any of the kisses of his own heretical wife with his accursed numbness.

Violet was still standing in the corner being spanked hard on the bottom by Sister Superior Clementine, making soft noises of pain and pleasure from the spanks of the battle sister's bare open hand. Franklin was so jealous that it was painful!

Wendy resumed giggling as Adolf playfully stroked her freely offered underarms, just adding to Franklin's jealousy.

Franklin would have to confess this sin of jealousy to his nuns, but he did not currently have permission to speak so the confession would have to wait until later.

"This is a waste of time, we have the rest of the hour reserved to punish Franklin with knuckle caning but he can't even feel it… And, and and and we have broken the cane and don't have a spare on hand!, Our sacred routine is interrupted!", Sister Brooke lamented unhappily.

"You can instead help me beat this mutant filth, she can't be beaten enough", Sister Superior Clementine requested sternly, making Violet groan with dismayed fearful depraved delight at the suggestion.

"I don't want to get that skin torturing chemical paint on my hands", Sister Pamela complained squeamishly. Violet's skin under her blue summer dress was, as mentioned, completely white with thickly smeared itching paint, with some of the thick viscous paint seeping through the weave of the dress fabric in splotches of white.

Sister Superior Clementine held up her own paint covered spanking hand unflinchingly, Her "pain" tattooed eyes looking at Sister Pamela with incredulous condescension.

"It is only very itchy, it doesn't even hurt, you coward", Sister Superior Clementine admonished her non-militant fellow Sororita.

The other nuns looked equally hesitant to physically touch the paint covered Violet with any part of their skin.

"The hospital area down the hallway has some boxes of disposable medical nitrile gloves, the chemical can't penetrate through nitrile polymers. Go get a box of gloves for everyone who wants to join in with the spanking game", Wendy giggled seriously from her husband's lap.

Nuns complained unhappily at the words "spanking game".

"Do I just take them or do I ask a nurse?", Sister Pamela asked uncertainly anyway, very eager to get some gloves to protect her hands.

"That is weak to use gloves", Sister Superior Clementine rebuked.

"The moment that paint touches the skin of those weak nuns they will be too itchy to keep spanking Violet anyway, Violet will get a lot more spankings if they use gloves", Wendy advised Sister Superior Clementine.

"WEAK?!, You heretical sinful woman DARE to call servants of the Emperor WEAK!", Mother Superior barked indignantly.

Wendy got up off Adolf's lap without warning and jogged bouncily over to Violet. Wendy wiped a fingertip over Violet's paint smeared forehead, coating her fingertip with thick white paint.

Wendy smeared this paint over her own forehead, and moaned with Slaaneshi pleasure from the extreme itching of the paint, but didn't otherwise react at all, holding still with easy discipline.

Wendy then moved to Mother Superior holding her paint covered fingertip aloft threateningly!

Mother Superior stumbled back away from Wendy in horror, making Wendy laugh mockingly.

Wendy easily reached Mother Superior with a brief burst of daemonic speed, and touched her fingertip very gently to deliver the slightest dot of paint to Mother Superior's forehead below her habit headdress!

Mother Superior immediately wailed in torment and clawed at her own forehead desperately with such force that she drew blood!, She was weeping hysterically in itchy suffering!

Wendy quick as blinking plucked a tissue from inside her bulging cavernous cleavage with her paint free hand and wiped Mother Superior's forehead completely clean of paint, spitting heavily on a second tissue and using the moistened tissue to wipe away the residue of the paint from her clawed bleeding forehead skin.

Mother Superior was now instead scratching furiously at the fingers that had scratched the tiny paint dot, the itching chemical having contaminated her fingers too!

Franklin angrily rose from his submissive kneeling and snarled at Wendy with his testosterone deepened voice, ready to kill to protect his precious dominant nun!

Wendy left the room with a burst of speed and returned with a bottle of water and a first aid kit and a box of gloves before Franklin could react.

Wendy used the water bottle to wet some clean medical gauze from the first aid kit and got to work cleaning every trace of the itching chemical from Mother Superior, and followed this up by treating the self inflicted scratches to Mother Superior's skin as Franklin approached angrily.

Franklin wrapped his arms protectively around his precious dominant most high ranking nun and lifted her up in his arms and carried her protectively away from his horrible mother, fussing over the weeping elderly Mother Superior like a cherished lover.

Mother Superior allowed herself to be carried and fussed over by the comforting bulk of the overly protective Night Lord neophyte, weeping into his chest for comfort.

Wendy, her forehead still smeared with a line of white paint, mockingly tossed the box of disposable gloves to the feet of the biggest group of nuns.

"Use the gloves", Wendy said dismissively, turning to face her husband.

Wendy wiped her fingers and hands completely clean of paint but kept the paint on her forehead, and draped herself provocatively across her husband's lap with her armpits exposed invitingly again. Her husband looked at the paint on her forehead nervously, but hesitantly resumed tickling Wendy on his lap.

"Absolutely pathetic!", Sister Superior Clementine rebuked Mother Superior incredulously, her own hand completely white with the paint without so much as a sign of discomfort.

"I'm not immune to suffering from eighteen years on the Painful Path like you are!, You were raised to adulthood in an orphanage of strict chastisement, I was not!", Mother Superior angrily defended herself in tears.

"Cushy comfortable upbringing in the Scholar Progenium, I have long said that the Scholar Progenium orphanages were holiday retreats for raising spoilt brats!", Sister Superior Clementine spat disgustedly.

"HOLIDAY RETREATS?! The drill abbots made me KILL MY BEST FRIEND after we drew straws to see who would die during a DECIMATION!, Just because I wasn't tortured every day of my life doesn't mean I still wasn't beaten and starved for the slightest failure!", Mother Superior defended slightly hysterically.

"They let you HAVE a 'friend'?!, I can't believe that women as WEAK as you normal Progenas got the honour of torturing me to perfection, how did such weaklings raise me to be so strong!, You dish out punishments that you yourselves could NEVER endure!", Sister Superior Clementine roared with condemnation.

"You think I had a CHOICE in how I was treated in the Scholar Progenium?!, I was a child under the charge of others, I had no say in anything until I graduated", Mother Superior crossly defended herself.

"That is EXACTLY my point!, The Scholar Progenium is too SOFT with their orphans, they should ALL join the Painful Path even though they aren't the children of heretics, to make the Emperor's servants completely incorruptible!", Sister Superior Clementine passionately opined.

The nuns all went very quiet and troubled at these words, and even Mother Superior grew stoic.

"I have half a mind to make my own son and any future children of mine walk the Painful Path…", Sister Superior Clementine began to say.

"No no no no no no NO!, Just no, no no no, no way!", Wendy loudly protested from the couch with her husband.

"And why not?", Sister Superior Clementine asked coldly.

"Franklin almost DIED from what you did to him in that masochist's wet dream you called an orphanage!, You made him sleep outside in freezing rain till he nearly died just for getting an erection!, I'm not going to let you kill any of my grandchildren!", Wendy exclaimed angrily.

"I won't kill my children…", Sister Superior Clementine began.

"Still no, even if they don't die from it!", ADOLF said unexpectedly!

"You?!, Have you been corrupted as I always suspected you would be?", Sister Superior Clementine barked wrathfully.

"No I haven't fallen from the Emperor's light!, But I am still not going to stay silent and let you torture all your kids!", Adolf snapped with unexpected crossness?

"You speak as though I am committing a sin, explain yourself!", Sister Superior Clementine demanded.

Adolf massaged his forehead with the palm of his hand and looked strangely exasperated.

"Don't… How do I put this… Golden Throne just don't hurt children!", Adolf exclaimed.

"I am not 'hurting' my children if I choose to have them walk the Painful Path, I would be HELPING them!, They would be strong and incorruptible, as I myself am", Sister Superior Clementine patiently defended herself.

Sister Superior Clementine moved to the can of itching paint resting on the floor near Violet, and pulled out a thick flat paintbrush oozing the viscous white paint. Sister Superior Clementine then closed her eyes and liberally smeared her entire face and neck with the paint, even painting it thoroughly into every nook of her ears.

Sister Superior Clementine put down the brush back in the paint can, and opened her paint smeared eyelids to look at Adolf very calmly without even flinching or showing any sign of feeling the paint on her face. The nuns all gasped in deep respect and Adolf looked intimidated.

"This paint itches me more than anything I could describe with words, the sensation is horrible. But I do not even flinch at it. I have completed the Painful Path, 18 years of discipline and torture until NOTHING can break my discipline. I could endure this itching until the end of time without ever once being forced into scratching", Sister Superior Clementine said with chilling calmness.

"My sons will be SPACE MARINES, what better gift could a mother give to such holy sons than to give them perfect discipline and purity?, They will be exemplary", Sister Superior Clementine said with motherly fondness, looking over to her own son in a pram.

"Your sons will serve the Matriarch as Sevenson Night Lords, and don't ever forget that fact", Wendy said firmly.

"My sons will serve the Emperor", Sister Superior Clementine replied coldly.

"Keep talking the way you are talking, and the Matriarch will EAT you. WE don't need your sons THAT much that we would jeopardise ourselves, if necessary I will have a hundred sons myself with my own loins to replace the sons of ALL of you nuns!", Wendy warned dangerously!

Franklin snarled with protective rage.

"Cut it out Franklin!, I have bent over backwards for you and your nuns at every stage!, I have put up with SO much from all of you ever since I got you back!, I have PROTECTED these truculent bitches from being harmed again and again and again!", Wendy snapped angrily.

Franklin paused at the mention of protecting his nuns.

"I am PROTECTING Clementine right now by warning her to watch herself!, You think that TigerLily can't read your minds?, You think that Violet's psychic sisters can't read your minds either?, You think that Violet herself isn't ultimately loyal to the family just because she is your submissive and is married to you?, You think that you will BETRAY the family right under everyone's gazes and get away with it?!, The Matriarch DEMANDS that her own Night Lord forces are LOYAL to HER!", Wendy implored.

Franklin looked at Violet suspiciously.

"No don't look at poor innocent Violet like that, she is not the one who is doing something wrong!, Violet doesn't want to have to inform against you to the Matriarch for betraying the warband, please don't put her in a position where she even has to make that choice. As long as you and your nuns and your children are LOYAL to the family and the Matriarch, you are free to worship your Emperor as much as you like", Wendy insisted firmly.

"The Matriarch can just command the loyalty of her male descendants anyway, what are you so afraid of?", Sister Mary asked in a reasonable tone.

"I'm not so sure, Clementine could resist Octavia's acquiescence kiss, which should be COMPLETELY impossible, but she did it anyway. Maybe completing the Painful Path would let a Sevenson Night Lord even disobey the Matriarch too?, The Matriarch will not tolerate this happening to an ARMY of HER Night Lords", Wendy said darkly.

"Franklin MUST complete the Painful Path to be fully redeemed, his soul depends upon it!", Sister Mary pleaded in dismay.

"Franklin is just one Night Lord, we are willing to risk HIM completing the Painful Path, now that he is already halfway down it anyway, as a *control study* to see what happens. If he is still bound to the will of the Matriarch at the end of the Painful Path then all is well. But if he is able to break free, then I doubt any other Night Lord will be allowed to undertake the 18 year torture ritual", Wendy warned.

Sister Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your babies are not the children of 'heretics', Franklin is a living saint and you are all nuns and a sister of battle!, Your babies have the MOST 'holy' parents it is possible to have, so there is no need for the Painful Path to 'redeem' them", Wendy implored reasonably, with a line of paint still across her forehead.

"I didn't say that my son NEEDS to walk the Painful Path, I said that it would BENEFIT him to do so. You are asking me to do less than everything in my power to help my own child", Sister Superior Clementine replied coldly.

"You are not even going to have the time for all that Clementine, I expect you to be pregnant every year at LEAST until enough sons have been born to satisfy the debt of new Night Lords to the Matriarch. There are around twenty of you concubine slaves in Franklin's harem, and about half of your kids will be girls, so that means you will be giving birth to approximately TEN kids. You are not going to have the TIME to keep ten kids on the Painful Path all by yourself, with all the hourly rituals and punishments and whatever else", Wendy informed Sister Superior Clementine.

"I will have my sisters here to help me keep my children on the Painful Path", Sister Superior Clementine replied.

"They won't have the time either, they will be pregnant just as much as you, all of you concubines are going to be DROWNING in kids for the foreseeable future", Wendy laughed mockingly.

The nuns all exchanged uncomfortable glances at this.

"Speaking of which, Franklin I want ALL of your concubines to get pregnant again soon", Wendy said seriously.

Franklin's numb erection twitched slightly at these words, and Mother Superior slapped his numb face, having felt his penis twitch against one of her legs as she was carried in his arms.

"That includes you 'Mother Superior' or whatever the hell your real name is, Franklin IS going to penetrate you vaginally in the very near future to get you pregnant, and you are going to LET him!", Wendy demanded unyieldingly.

"Um, that sounds, if she doesn't want him to, isn't that rape?", Adolf said distastefully.

"She HAS to get pregnant, for her own personal safety if for no other reason. The only reason the Matriarch TOLERATES these women is because they are mothers to her descendants, with Sevenson babies in their wombs these women become untouchable. I am trying, (yet again), to PROTECT my son's concubines. Why doesn't anyone ever acknowledge or thank me for everything I do to protect them?", Wendy complained.

"You had Sister Mary cut to pieces, you call that protecting her?", Sister Superior Clementine mocked incredulously.

Sister Mary flinched back in horror, and Wendy shuddered at these words and looked horribly guilty.

"I'm sorry about that yet again Mary, I didn't know you back then and Hyacinth had just been burned alive. Franklin almost killed me and almost killed my grandson Sherman!, You know what, I was SO forgiving towards you even then, the rest of the family wanted to torture you ALL for WEEKS over that incident!, I could have been MUCH crueler than I was, how dare you rub that in my face after a year of apologising to Mary about it!", Wendy angrily defended herself.

"I… I just want to forget about that time… I have bad memories… Without Octavia's auras constantly soothing me for all those weeks and months I would be insane right now…", Sister Mary said in a haunted voice.

Wendy immediately got up out of her husband's lap, briefly used wet gauze to completely clean the paint off her forehead, and then walked over to give Sister Mary a comforting cuddle, making reassuring noises.

It looked so weird seeing the conservative nun in a habit being cuddled by the inappropriately black leather clad dominatrix freak, Wendy's bum completely and utterly bare but for the skimpy front of a back to front black leather G string!

"Don't touch Sister Mary like that!, You might corrupt her with lesbian perversity!", Mother Superior protested from Franklin's protective arms.

"You think that *I* would be at ALL subtle if I was doing anything lesbian to another woman?, I would be doing something FAR worse than just giving her a cuddle", Wendy mocked incredulously, cuddling Sister Mary soothingly.

"You and Octavia turned Sister Mary into a lesbian like you during her time in your care, we all heard her confessions. It took no end of punishment to correct her back to righteousness", Sister Brooke accused.

"Sexual orientation isn't a choice, and this woman was *bisexual* long before she ever met Octavia and I", Wendy retorted irritably, making Sister Mary gasp in horror at being called 'bisexual'!

"I'm not, I am, I don't want to be, oh Emperor what unholy sin is this!?", Sister Mary exclaimed in religious horror.

"You think you are the only one of your sister nuns who isn't completely straight?, You think none of them ever got slightly damp around unbelievably gorgeous women like me and Octavia?, Even Mother Superior herself is bisexual for Octavia", Wendy began encouragingly.

"I am NOT!", Mother Superior barked indignantly.

"You had sex with Octavia…"

"I was bewitched by her foul unholy lust aura!",

"If you were COMPLETELY straight the lust aura wouldn't effect you at all. It works by gripping hold of sexual attraction that already exists and subconsciously amplifying it. When Octavia inhabited Adolf's body and the lust aura awakened, I was attracted by it because I have a tiny little microscopic bit of bisexuality in me beside my lesbianism, I'm probably like 99 percent dyke but 1 percent bi. No woman who has ever been affected by Octavia's lust aura is 100 percent straight", Wendy mocked laughingly.

The nuns all recoiled in horror.

"I never fell to the unholy aura", Sister Superior Clementine said imperiously.

"Oh please, you are the biggest dyke in the entire group!, You are just too disciplined to be affected by anything at all!", Wendy retorted.

"I am completely asexual, I have a higher calling than desires of the flesh", Sister Superior Clementine corrected.

"Only by choice, not by nature. You are simply the master of your own desires thanks to being tortured from birth to ignore anything and everything external to your inner conscious mind. You have TRANSCENDED your 'flesh' so that your conscious mind rules uncontested, but that flesh is a lesbian leaning bisexual, I have EXCELLENT gaydar", Wendy argued.

"Sister Superior Clementine was the daughter of a heretical traitor noise marine!, Of COURSE she would be afflicted by depraved homosexual urges in her youth!, But the Painful Path REDEEMED her of all sin so it doesn't matter anymore. Sister Mary has NO such excuse for being a filthy homosexual!", Mother Superior rebuked.

Sister Mary got even more upset at these words.

"Mary is bisexual, NOT homosexual, there is a difference. She is still attracted to men. And even if she was gay as gay can be gay, (which she's not), she still wouldn't DO anything to *act* on it!, She is a NUN for fuck's sake!", Wendy defended Sister Mary with surprising anger.

"The very fact that she needs a SLAANESH CHAMPION to defend her is also damning", Mother Superior said darkly.

"That argument is an automatic logical fallacy, the Genetic Fallacy, 'person x is bad, person x says y is true, therefore y is false'. It's a load of crap. You are accusing a celibate NUN of being 'sinful' because she happens to be born bi, that's very cruel to SISTER Mary", Wendy said with a tone of exasperation.

"She had SEX with Octavia multiple times a day, EVERY DAY, for MONTHS!", Mother Superior retorted unyieldingly.

"You would have done EXACTLY the same if you were in the same position, Octavia's lust aura would defeat ALL of you, (yes I KNOW not YOU Clementine!), it doesn't count. Sister Mary was a model of chastity whenever she wasn't affected by Octavia's lust aura. She slept in our bed SPOONING us while we were NAKED for MONTHS, and she never once copped a single feel, never tried anything at all. She bathed with us, I tickled her clean in the bath chains, she had ample opportunity to do anything to us when we were bound in the bath in turn, but she didn't even so much as WASH us!", Wendy passionately defended Sister Mary.

"You did WHAT to her in the 'bath chains'!?", several different nuns exclaimed at the same time.

"I HATED being 'tickled clean' in that bath!, Wendy just grabbed me and handcuffed me so I couldn't move, I wasn't strong enough to fight against her and Octavia's lust aura made me lose myself and do sinful things as Wendy chained up my relaxed limbs!, It was horrible!, Wendy then scrubbed me all over my skin with HORRIBLY ticklish scrubbing brushes and used her soapy fingers to tickle the soap into me!, She tickled me for so long that I cried and wet myself!", Sister Mary protested, extricating herself from Wendy's cuddle.

"It feels SO horrible, the girls all do it to me every single day. I can't believe she did it to you though, to a NUN!, I'm surprised at you Wendy… Well actually I'm NOT surprised, and that is even worse!", Adolf protested disgustedly.

"I only chained her up a few times before she talked Octavia into giving her a 'safe word', which she then used every time we entered the bath. Dear sweet Octavia was incredibly protective of Sister Mary, it was really touching", Wendy chuckled fondly.

"Octavia was like an angel of protection, she was so incredibly kind. How can a woman be so DISTURBINGLY perverted, but so remarkably kind and good at the same time?, I… I HATE you for damning that good kind woman!, She must have been an absolute ANGEL before you corrupted her!", Sister Mary started calmly but then exploded into a rage.

Wendy backed away with her open palms raised in peace as Sister Mary sternly followed shaking an angry finger at her.

"Put me down now Franklin", Mother Superior said quietly, which he obeyed immediately.

"She was a remarkable woman, really remarkable, that's why I fell in love with her. She had a lovely personality and still does, she hasn't changed all that much", Wendy reminisced soothingly.

"'HASN'T CHANGED'?, What a load of… what a load of POO!, Octavia is NOW so perverted and sexually depraved that it's a MENTAL ILLNESS!, Even if her lust aura disappeared and you put her in normal clothes and made her body look NORMAL in beauty and proportions, you couldn't put Octavia on the surface of ANY planet in the Imperium and expect her to survive a DAY without being ARRESTED!, Well maybe she would last a day in a BROTHEL!", Sister Mary exclaimed slightly hysterically.

"I I I, I LOVE her!, Not in an adult way, I love her like a sister or a dear friend, and you have HURT her SOUL!, You have hurt her SO much!, You took someone who was SO kind and good, and you DESTROYED her!", Sister Mary screamed, punching Wendy in the breast!

Sister Mary's fist struck Wendy in the black leather that barely covered one of her bulging swollen breasts, the fist sinking into the soft fatty tissue of the breast and sending an impressive ripple through the rest of the huge breast.

Wendy moaned softly in pleasure from the punch, and made no effort to defend herself, not looking at all offended.

Adolf rushed over nonetheless and tried to protect his wife, pulling Wendy behind him protectively.

"You you!", Sister Mary raged at Adolf for intervening.

"Tell her with words not with your fists", Adolf urged Sister Mary.

"Franklin move Adolf out of my way!", Sister Mary angrily commanded!

Slavish obedience gripped Franklin's entire being and his body moved without question, running at the suddenly terrified Adolf.

Franklin grabbed hold of his step father as gently as he could, and dragged him gently but powerfully to the other side of the room where he was completely out of the way. Adolf fearfully didn't resist at all, eyeing Franklin with obvious fear for his own physical safety.

Sister Mary was still shouting at Wendy hysterically, and Wendy was trying to calm her down with soothing words.

Franklin let go of Adolf and submissively returned to Sister Mary to await further orders.

"I was protecting you a minute ago, now you are attacking me. It is not a good way to treat a friend", Wendy very delicately complained to Sister Mary in a soothing tone.

"Friend?, You think that we are friends!?, OCTAVIA is my friend, Octavia protected me from YOU!, Octavia compassionately soothed me back to full sanity for MONTHS, she cared for me, she looked after me, she talked to me, she LOVED me when I needed love and kindness the most!", Sister Mary disabused Wendy.

"While Octavia was taking care of me, you were tickling me in the bath, you were threatening to make me Liling's 'PERMANENT torture plaything for the rest of my VERY LONG LIFE' if I ever told Octavia the truth that YOU had had me tortured with SURGERY!, While Octavia was being kind to me, you were whipping me with a DAEMON WHIP!, You intimidated me, you made me sexually uncomfortable, you were just AWFUL to me!", Sister Mary hatefully continued.

"Only at the start, by the end I had grown quite fond of you. I thought that things between us had gotten much more friendly by the end?", Wendy said sounding slightly hurt.

"MORE friendly yes, from being completely terrified of you to being calm but still AFRAID of you!, You are the… You are the WIFE, (in the lesbian sense), of someone who really IS a dear friend", Sister Mary said grudgingly.

"I can live with that, my wife's friend who is an acquaintance to me, it happens in every marriage", Wendy accepted slowly.

"You are more than an acquaintance Wendy, don't be ridiculous. You are FAMILY, you are the mother figure of this 'household', you are the biological grandmother of my child, much as it horrifies all of the faithful. We are stuck with you and you are stuck with us, you and we make the best of an ill fitting situation where no one is happy on any side", Sister Mary said seriously.

Wendy nodded slowly in respect at these words.

"You ARE family Mary, you are my favourite daughter-in-law, I respect you. I wouldn't let any of the other nuns strike me in anger. I wish that the respect was mutual", Wendy said seriously.

"You expect a holy Sororitas to RESPECT a heretical champion of DARKNESS!?", Sister Superior Clementine spat righteously.

"You can hate my religion and still respect me as a person", Wendy offered unhappily.

"I respect OCTAVIA as a person, a poor lost led astray kindhearted good person for all her heretical flaws", Sister Mary said sadly.

"I am feeling personally attacked here, you are starting to offend me", Wendy complained warningly.

The nuns (except Sister Superior Clementine) all as one turned their heads in unison to look Wendy right in the eyes, and their eyes glowed with a supernatural pink light identical to the blasphemous pink glow of the mark of Slaanesh on Wendy's face!

"The truth hurts your conscience, doesn't it Wendy. All of your many sins laid bare against you, all that guilt threatening to drown you. Welcome to MY existence, every rotten evil thing you do in Slaanesh's service is added onto MY shoulders as a fresh burden of guilt to drive me mad", the nuns all said sinisterly in unison!

"What witchcraft is this!", Sister Superior Clementine roared with righteous fury.

"Nope, nope nope nope, I don't want to be here for any of this, hajsnip", Violet said suddenly, saying the safe word hajsnip. Violet ran away out of the room leaving white paint bird footprints on the floor behind her, scratching herself furiously all over as she ran…

"Em-Hegg-Ammon!", Wendy exclaimed in horror.

"My nuns!, What blasphemy is this?!", Franklin exclaimed in horror.

"You can't run from your conscience Wendy, the condemnation will follow you…", the nuns said in unison.

"YOU are the reason why everyone keeps guilting me recently!, You made Lash condemn me too!", Wendy angrily accused.

"Very observant Wendy. It won't stop. Staying in a suffocating Tzeentch hope choir might physically keep me from reaching you, but I have subtler means of punishing you. Your life will be a living hell of guilt from everyone around you", the nuns said in unison.

"How are you possessing the nuns?", Wendy asked in horror.

"I have an alliance with the Emperor they worship, and he has no problem with seeing you squirm for your crimes. I think that you should just give up now and come to me for punishment", the nuns replied in unison.

"Fight back sisters!, Push the daemon from your minds!", Sister Superior Clementine roared, shaking the nearest nun.

"You would kill me, I will not surrender to you", Wendy replied sounding stressed and afraid.

"I don't WANT to have to kill you, you *could* be redeemed even now, but you keep squandering your potential for goodness with horrifying selfish acts that hurt SO many people. The genocide of Lavender Furnace!, The genocide of Brutalus Prime!, The ONGOING genocide in Commorragh, even dark eldar don't deserve an ETERNITY of agony and degradation in a Slaanesh RAPE HELL!, What genocide will you commit next!?", the nuns condemned in unison.

"I have done good things too, I saved Temperis from starving to death", Wendy reasoned desperately.

"You did, for selfish reasons, but still you did some real substantial good", the nuns replied grudgingly, Sister Superior Clementine still angrily trying to snap them out of their possession.

"I can do even more good, I can save other planets from peril", Wendy offered eagerly.

"You are trying to bargain your way out of JUSTICE?!, You think that will work?", the nuns replied wrathfully in unison, their eyes still glowing pink.

"I don't want to be evil, I don't want to die, what do you want that will make this better?", Wendy bargained.

"You are worse than Hitler, you need to face your crimes!", the nuns jeered in unison.

"I don't want to die, I'm willing to make a bargain", Wendy insisted more calmly.

"You seriously offer to balance your enormous body count?, You offer to face every single person you have hurt?, You offer to give back all of your ill gotten gains?", the nuns asked coldly.

"Yes, if it's even possible", Wendy agreed very slowly.

"You can start with coming down to the planet and personally facing the mad girls and giving all of them your most sincere apologies. You can apologise also to the general public and take full legal responsibility. You can apologise to everyone who was harmed or lost loved ones from your sonic weaponry during the tyranid war, and offer compensation and take legal responsibility", the nuns said in unison.

"Hang on, full LEGAL responsibility?!, For the sonic weaponry during a WAR you want me to take legal responsibility?!, I would be sued to bankruptcy from the property damage alone!, And those mad girls would just shoot me the moment they looked at me, I'm not going in the same room with them!", Wendy protested.

"You are also going to relinquish all rights to your tower on the surface and its contents, I will be turning it into a public temple of Slaanesh…"

"I couldn't help but notice that you stole it and forced poor Maya of all people to run it. Can I at least get my personal stuff out of there first?, And how will I gain Slaanesh's favour without my fetish choir?, I invested a FORTUNE into that tower!", Wendy complained.

"You are going to set free EVERY slave you own, including your ex-wife Fetter who you PROMISED me last time that you WOULD set free!"

"But who would do all the chores and cook food and stuff?"

"This is only the start, I haven't even gotten to your biggest war crimes yet!"

"Can't you just numb me like you usually do?"

"I will of course numb you as well…"

"You really are a pain in the ass!"

"Would you just prefer that I kill you Wendy?"

"You don't kill other Slaanesh Champions"

"Most other Slaanesh Champions are so out of their minds on drugs that they don't even know where they are half the time, they are no where near as culpable as you are!"

"So because I have enough of a conscience not to render down raped babies to make drugs out of, I somehow deserve way worse punishments than everyone else?"

"It's more shocking when a (slightly) good person does mass murder than when a sociopathic madman does it, the good person should be better than that!"

"I am one of the MOST good Slaanesh Champions you will find, but you are trying to kill ME while sparing the lives of baby raping freaks who do stuff a hundred times worse than me!?, That's fucking nuts!", Wendy protested.

"Death would be too merciful, numbness for even a week is a far worse fate for those evil addicts than killing them. Plus Slaanesh doesn't LET me kill them…"

"There we go. Fuck, I have displeased Slaanesh so much with my goodness and wholesomeness that I am EXPENDABLE now!?, Maybe I SHOULD have snorted raped baby cocaine after all!", Wendy exclaimed.

"That is not the lesson you should be taking away from this…"

"Where do I get some baby cocaine on this ship?"

"You are just making it worse…"

"Making it worse?!, How could it be worse?, Maybe I should make a new tickle torture sacrifice tower that is ALL mad girls to better please Slaanesh?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I can put it on a space station in deep space outside of Dark Tropic's legal jurisdiction, tens of thousands of unwilling ticklish slave women, heck why use adults?, Unwilling slave CHILDREN…"

"You are better than that Wendy!", Adolf angrily cut in.

"What's the point of being better than that if I am dead?, If I did more fucked up stuff then Slaanesh would protect me from being killed I think", Wendy reasoned.

"I hate you so fucking much Wendy!", the nuns said in unison.

"Make a deal with me then, don't kill me, don't financially ruin me, negotiate terms that I will actually agree to. Otherwise I'll do what I need to do to protect myself in these other ways", Wendy warned.

"The moment, the second, the instant that hope choir stops suffocating the warp around you, I will cut your head off and numb your soul for as long as Slaanesh will let me!, You won't be able to leave the ship to make any new fetish choirs!"

"I have a vox and a lot of very large electronic bank accounts, I have my cut of the gold spoils of Low Commorragh trickling into my various accounts even now. I am far from bankrupt. It would be expensive but achievable to commission the Dark Mechanicum to build me an inexpensive rotating space habitat dungeon complex. I could hire some space tugs to tow it out just far enough to be beyond legal jurisdiction. I'm sure that some slave trader in the wider Maelstrom has some little kids for sale", Wendy mocked tauntingly.

"I will destroy the place before you ever got it started!"

"Not if I took every precaution to keep you away. I could hire large numbers of worshippers of Tzeentch to pray constantly all around the shipwright facility construction bay as the station is built, a massive 24/7 hope choir to completely suffocate you if you went anywhere near it. I could keep them praying right up until the new fetish choir is operational, Slaanesh would then probably keep you out as the children scream", Wendy reasoned gleefully.

"You are sick to even joke about that!"

"Who's joking?, I will organise this thing right now",

"You are lying, you are just trying to bargain with me"

"You want to call my bluff?, Fine, I'm building a new fetish choir", Wendy said and plucked her vox out of her cleavage to call someone.

"No Wendy, I want you to, I ORDER you to stop", Adolf said firmly.

"Yes Master", Wendy said with surprising submissiveness and put the vox unused back in her cleavage.

"My agreed period of submission to you will end in a few hours Master, I will be free to use the vox then to commission a new space based fetish choir", Wendy said calmly.

"Not with kids!", Adolf protested.

"That all depends Master. If Em-Hegg-Ammon stops being so ridiculous then it will be nice completely consenting tickle slaves, if she keeps being so unreasonable it will be mad girls or kids. I need a new fetish choir anyway now that my old one has been stolen from me", Wendy said submissively but unyieldingly.

"I won't let you", Adolf said firmly.

"I don't WANT to have to do this Master, but what choice do I have?, Slaanesh is clearly displeased with me at the moment for not being depraved enough, the loss of the mad girls *seriously* hurt my favour levels. Do you have any IDEA how hard it is to gain Slaanesh's continual favour while trying to NOT be completely evil in the process!, I'm NOT a bad person for one of my kind!, You think that Lucius the Eternal goes to such pains to have CONSENTING slaves in HIS fetish choirs?", Wendy explained animatedly.

"Good people don't threaten to create child rape facilities!, You are wicked!", the possessed nuns shouted in unison.

"Offer my wife a deal for the Emperor's sake!, This is just going to spiral into something awful like it always does, I don't want to see this fucked up galaxy being even more fucked up!", Adolf snapped at the nuns.

"I offered her a deal but she didn't accept it!"

"Offer her a deal that she will accept", Adolf insisted.

"It was a very GENEROUS offer ALREADY!"

"What if my Mother turned away from her heresy and joined the Painful Path to redemption?", Franklin offered seriously despite not having permission to speak right now.

"That psychotic torture ritual wouldn't even be a punishment to a masochist like Wendy and doesn't help any of Wendy's many victims. Changing her religion to your's wouldn't make her ANY less likely to commit war crimes either, it might even make her WORSE!, You would just get her off for 18 years and unleash her on the galaxy worse than ever!", the possessed nuns replied disgustedly.

"What complete blasphemy!", Sister Superior Clementine spat.

Violet's paint covered face briefly poked around the side of the open doorway unexpectedly to spy on the room, and the pink glowing eyes of the nuns all stared at her.

"Nope", Violet said and pulled her head back out of view, followed by the sound of sticky paint covered bird feet running away over the floor.

"What if *I* was to take a firmer hand in controlling Wendy's behaviour to stop her doing such bad things in the future?, She wouldn't be a threat then", Adolf offered, earning himself a raised eyebrow from Wendy.

"I doubt she would even agree to that…"

"You are asking me to be your submissive 24/7?", Wendy asked.

"Yes…", Adolf said carefully.

"I'm willing to mix things up a BIT Master, but 24/7 submission to you?, Are you even up for that?", Wendy asked seriously.

"If it is to protect you and stop any more fucked up stuff then I will step up to that responsibility", Adolf said seriously.

"You will control her WORK behaviour too?, You will personally intervene in every act of genocide or war crimes or any other evil acts?", The nuns pressed in unison.

"If I can I will, I will certainly try. I don't really understand her job, it's so much paperwork and forms and things, but I will try my best", Adolf said with less than perfect confidence.

"I'm willing to negotiate a submission agreement with you Master, you will be my Dominant and I will be submissive to you for a time starting now, ok Master?", Wendy offered very carefully.

"I accept, you are now my 24/7 submissive wife, Wendy. Let's make this official for a while", Adolf agreed eagerly.

"Yes Master Adolf, I will be submissive to you from now on. I have no limits, and my safe word is 'hajsnip', but I never ever use my safe word Master Adolf", Wendy agreed very submissively.

"Do you really think that changing the exact way you have sex will make up for genocide?!", the possessed nuns asked incredulously.

"I'm talking about genuinely keeping Wendy under control, she can't even be tempted to do anything bad if she can't do anything without my permission", Adolf offered seriously.

"For how long exactly do you expect to control her like this?", the nuns asked coldly.

"For as long as it takes", Adolf insisted.

"Forever!", Franklin and Sister Superior Clementine demanded in unison.

"Forever under the control of an Emperor worshipping man to end her life of sin!", Sister Superior Clementine said gleefully.

"I'm not going to make her act like a nun!, I'm just going to stop her doing anything really evil", Adolf irritably corrected.

"You mean to let her CONTINUE dressing and acting like a lesbian harlot!?", Sister Superior Clementine raged.

"Well not in those exact words, but yes I will let her dress in the fashion of her people, I mean ALL the Sevenson women dress really provocatively, it's just their 'cultural dress'. The way Wendy acts in public is… Well… Wendy CAN behave appropriately enough in public, I mean, she met my parents and my entire hab block on Temperis without being suspected of being a heretic… Ok my parents and the entire hab block think that Wendy is a colossal WHORE, but they still didn't think she was a heretic…", Adolf fumbled to explain.

Sister Superior Clementine raised an eyebrow incredulously at this poor explanation.

"You will completely control Wendy FOREVER to ensure that she commits no evil acts ever again?", the possessed nuns pressed sternly.

"I don't know about FOREVER, I would like to at least have the OPTION of switching back if I get bored", Wendy complained.

"I don't care which way you switch during SEX with consenting partners!, I want you to have someone to ask the permission of before doing WAR CRIMES!, I want you to not be able to decide a single THING in an ethically questionable situation without the permission of someone with a fully working conscience!, I want your power to do evil FIRMLY on a leash!", the possessed nuns demanded adamantly.

"Only if it doesn't override the will of the Matriarch or the express will of Slaanesh, and only if it doesn't endanger military objectives and the like. This will need all sorts of fine print to make it workable", Wendy said slowly.

"I'm willing to keep my wife on the right path, just please don't kill her", Adolf bargained.

"If you use this power to force Wendy to do real good in a significant way then I will spare her life. You can start by forcing Wendy to pay compensation payments to the mad girls and all of her other victims down on Dark Tropic", the nuns offered in their creepy possessed voices.

"I will look at my wife's finances and see what can be arranged", Adolf agreed helpfully.

"I… Er", Wendy faltered unhappily.

"Do you have a problem with my will, Submissive?", Adolf asked Wendy with surprising dominance.

"No Master", Wendy replied submissively with a slight frown.

"That's what I thought", Adolf replied dominantly.

Wendy lowered her head submissively, not resisting at all. It was extremely weird just how submissive Wendy could be when she was playing that role.

"Ok then, I am prepared to make a deal with you. Wendy's *severe* punishments will not be *lethal*", the possessed nuns said with grudging respect.

***…

Later that day Adolf Sevenson felt amazing as his wife Wendy submissively sucked his dick as he sat on a toilet doing a shit, being permanently the Dominant partner was absolutely lovely.

"Oh yeah, the tongue, yeah just like that", Adolf moaned, patting Wendy's hair softly.

Wendy obediently continued doing wonderful things with her tongue, and Adolf continued to shit with his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Wendy was wearing her monoglove again, binding her arms helpless behind her back, and she was submissively kneeling on the floor beside the toilet with her dominatrix booted black leather clad knees resting on the floor, her body bent forward submissively and her mouth over his erect dick. She also wore a black leather collar and leash around her neck, with Adolf gently holding the leash in one hand.

In an effort to appease Em-Hegg-Ammon Wendy had (reluctantly) agreed to sexually submit to Adolf COMPLETELY for the foreseeable future, and it was absolutely wonderful!

Adolf finished shitting, filling the air around them with the stench of shit, and Wendy moaned like a whore at the smell!

Adolf wanted to wipe, but her warm wet mouth and skilful tongue felt SO good.

Adolf just sat there groaning in bliss, basking in the pleasure for another five minutes before he started to rise towards climax.

"Enough, I want to save my cum so we can go more later without pain", Adolf said reluctantly, knowing from his previous excessive empty testicles torture just how helpful it was to avoid cumming too often.

Wendy immediately pulled her mouth off, looking up at him submissively and saying "Yes Master Adolf" with flawless respectful obedience.

Adolf wiped his ass completely clean as Wendy knelt submissively on the floor, and he stood up and flushed, guiding Wendy to stand up with a gentle tug on her leash.

Adolf pulled up his pants and moved to a sink with Wendy submissively following in her thigh high stiletto high heeled kinky boots with her arms trapped behind her in the monoglove. Adolf washed his hands well at the sink, and led Wendy out the door of this ensuite bathroom into the bedroom of the accommodation quarters they had been given on this ship.

In the bedroom Adolf found two double person beds pushed together, with the completely naked Octavia bound spread eagle with ropes to one of the beds, her wrists and ankles tied tightly to the four metal bedposts. The equally naked Belzevelle was enthusiastically blowing loud wet sounding raspberries on Octavia's bare stomach, making Octavia laugh hysterically with ticklish laughter.

Adolf's baby son Heinrich lay safely on the middle of the pushed together beds beside Belzevelle, and was awake and blinking but unbothered by the racket of laughter Octavia was making. Belzevelle periodically stopped playing with Octavia to dutifully check on the baby, and the baby seemed happy enough.

Adolf led Wendy to the bed to join the girls, and Wendy eagerly joined Belzevelle after a nod of permission from Adolf, enthusiastically blowing loud raspberries all over Octavia's belly with her mouth, making Octavia shriek with tormented laughter.

As the permanent Dominant lover of Wendy, Adolf was now automatically dominant over Belzevelle and Octavia as well, as both girls were Wendy's submissives and Wendy was Adolf's submissive. Adolf now had uncontested sexual power over the group marriage and could expect only complete submissive obedience from all the girls!

Octavia and Belzevelle still took it in turns being Dominant or submissive to each other, with Octavia currently submissive to Belzevelle today. The "play" dynamic between Octavia and Belzevelle hadn't changed at all as a result of Adolf becoming their permanent Dominant, except that Adolf could now freely dominate both of them and would never submit to them now.

Adolf watched his three wives play their kinky bondage game together, and was terribly tempted to join them. He could fuck all three of them as much as he liked, he could boss them around, he could bind Belzevelle and she would submissively let him!

Adolf unfortunately had work to do right now to placate Em-Hegg-Ammon, he had to figure out all of Wendy's finances and find out how much money Wendy had, then he had to allocate money to pay compensation payments to a LOT of people Wendy had hurt.

Adolf sighed unhappily and let the girls play, and returned once more to Wendy's portable laptop cogitator resting on the floor plugged into a charging cable.

Adolf lifted up the slightly hot cogitator, removing the charging cable, and walked over to the unused second pushed together bed, getting comfortable laying with his head resting up against the metal headboard with a pillow under his neck and shoulders, and he opened the laptop cogitator on his stomach and got to work.

Greeting him on the cogitator were the mind boggling details of Wendy's entire vast finances, with terrifying amounts of money and other assets displayed in a huge number of different accounts, with investment portfolios so vast that he had to scroll the screen down for a long time just to see all the listed assets.

Wendy was a BILLIONAIRE, a multi multi MULTI billionaire. She had so much money that it was scary. Being one of the bondage mistress leaders that a bunch of super submissive chaos space marines threw money at in tribute was apparently REALLY lucrative!

Every time the Sevenson Night Lords raided any target, Wendy got given a generous cut of the spoils. And these Night Lords raided a LOT of high value targets each year!

The Night Lords were opportunistic pirates and slavers and bandits, they used night fighting and excellent reconnaissance to locate and hit poorly defended high value targets in the dead of night, stealing every valuable thing they could and then running away. Lone merchant ships, isolated supply depots, villages and towns in the middle of nowhere, anywhere that concentrated wealth in one place that wasn't well guarded was a target the Night Lords would happily raid, and the loot and spoils could be absolutely immense.

Wendy was the administrative chaos champion who handled every bit of bureaucratic minutia needed to supply and execute the raids of her Night Lord kinsmen. Every round of ammunition, every drop of fuel, every box of supplies, every spare part, and a million other things needed to conduct a successful Night Lord raid required mountains and mountains of hideously boring paperwork to organise properly.

The Night Lords themselves couldn't stand such ghastly administrative minutiae, the Matriarch couldn't stand it either, so the Matriarch's resident nerdy submissive lesbian "admin chick" Wendy had been given this odious task around 300 years ago. Wendy the admin chick had then proved so completely invaluable to the Night Lords' logistic and bureaucratic needs that she could virtually choose her own cut of the spoils, and 300 years later she was absolutely obscenely wealthy and had been promoted all the way to the rank of administrative chaos champion and the Matriarch's personal champion.

Adolf felt extremely intimidated as he read through his wife's obscene wealth… HIS obscene wealth now as he was married to Wendy!, The amounts of money displayed on the screen were absolutely disgusting!

Adolf looked over at the monogloved Wendy gleefully blowing loud raspberries on Octavia's belly with her mouth, and looked back at the bank account balances on the cogitator screen, and looked back at Wendy again. How could his own wife have such obscene amounts of money!

Adolf closed the laptop cogitator, put it down beside him on the bed, and massaged his temples with his thumbs, getting discouraged just trying to get his mind to comprehend such obscene amounts of money. How by the Golden Throne was he supposed to figure all of this out?!

Wendy noticed Adolf's obvious dismay and stopped blowing raspberries on Octavia's belly, getting up and lovingly approaching Adolf.

Wendy crawled on the bed with just her booted shins, sliding her shins over the bed awkwardly without her arms and submissively sitting on her shins next to Adolf with her back straight with perfect discipline.

Adolf looked up at his wife, his gaze fixing on her heavily lactating nipples visible inside the transparent milk collecting nipple cups at the front of her shiny black leather dominatrix "maternity corset". The milk was continuously filling the transparent nipple cups and draining away through transparent plastic tubes to six plastic milk bottles at the bottom of her corset.

"My eyes are up here Master", Wendy quipped charmingly.

Adolf looked up at her eyes, seeing her smiling at him with a submissive sort of playfulness.

Adolf immediately forgot about his troubles and grabbed Wendy affectionately, pulling her down beside him on the bed to snuggle against him with his loving arms around her. Adolf kissed Wendy lovingly, and she returned the kiss warmly.

Adolf lovingly cuddled Wendy and made out with her for a few minutes, getting a huge erection in the process from kissing the insanely beautiful woman. Wendy slipped her tongue into his mouth provocatively after a few minutes of tender kissing and became extremely sexually receptive.

Adolf broke the tender kissing with a fond chuckle and just cuddled Wendy lovingly, deeply at peace.

"You get me all wet and flustered and then just cuddle Master?", Wendy asked fondly.

Adolf touched a hand to her "flossing" G string and felt quite astonishing amounts of wetness on his fingers. Wendy moaned softly at the touch and licked his face provocatively.

Adolf carefully plucked the string of the G string out of Wendy's pussy crack and slid it to one side, and put two fingers shallowly inside the "crack" in its place, making Wendy groan softly with pleasure.

Wendy gasped and groaned with pleasure as Adolf very softly fingered her, and she resumed kissing him passionately with her eyes closed as he very gently and tenderly pleasured her.

Octavia was still screaming with laughter as Belzevelle blew endless loud raspberries on her belly, and the noise slightly distracted Adolf as he made tender love to Wendy with his fingers.

Adolf broke the romantic passionate kiss to look over at Octavia and Belzevelle in slight irritation, Octavia's laughter was unbelievably loud.

"How long have you been doing that to Octavia?", Adolf asked Belzevelle.

"Blowing on her stomach?, About three hours now Master, I let her out of bondage for water and snacks and toilet breaks every thirty minutes or so and tie her up again", Belzevelle replied submissively, pausing the raspberries just long enough to speak.

"I LOVE super tickly raspberries on my tummy Master Adolf!", Octavia giggled delightedly.

"You ARE going to stop EVENTUALLY, right?", Adolf asked Belzevelle hopefully.

"Octavia is submissive to me today Master Adolf, I am going to play with her like this all day… Unless I am ordered to stop Master Adolf", Belzevelle replied submissively.

"How's Heinrich?", Adolf asked, still fingering Wendy softly.

"He cried a bit earlier, oh and he did a big poo in his nappy. He is quite happy now, I think he loves listening to his mummies laugh and laugh", Belzevelle said with maternal happiness, forgetting to even be submissive as she joyfully talked about 'her' baby.

"I get worried about what that kid gets exposed to sometimes", Adolf said, guiltily pulling his fingers out of Wendy.

"Aw, why did you stop Master?", Wendy asked unhappily.

"It will be ok Master, kids aren't bothered by seeing me getting tickled. Augusta just happily accepted that 'mummy is a tickle slave' when he was really little before I married Mistress Wendy, he used to crawl all over me sometimes when I was getting tickled by my owners, he even tried to help them tickle mummy", Octavia reassured with a happy giggle as though this was cute.

"That… That's horrifying Octavia!", Adolf admitted honestly.

"It was kinda disturbing I guess, but really *really* cute Master", Wendy reminisced with a smile.

"It wasn't sexual, he was just trying to help, everyone kept tickling mummy, that's just what people do to mummy, he wanted to tickle mummy too", Octavia said with a fond giggle at the memory.

Adolf was horrified at this mere mental image.

"I want Heinrich to have as innocent a childhood as possible…", Adolf began.

Wendy and Belzevelle both burst out in incredulous giggling laughter at his words.

"I'm stupid to even hope for that aren't I?", Adolf asked with a sigh.

"Not stupid Master, just adorably optimistic", Wendy chuckled fondly, lovingly kissing his cheek.

"You marry *us* and want your kids to have an 'innocent' childhood Master?, You can't just marry crazy wild nympho bondage sluts and then turn around and expect your kids not to be raised by them", Belzevelle giggled.

"I'm scared that my kids will grow up to worship Slaanesh", Adolf admitted.

Wendy and Octavia both reacted strongly with very submissive protest to these words, the Champion of Slaanesh and the Chosen of Slaanesh both naturally being rather sensitive about any perceived criticism of their sexually depraved religion.

"I had personally hoped to teach *our* children the ways of the Dark Eldar instead", Belzevelle admitted unhappily.

"Golden Throne that's even worse!", Adolf exclaimed without thinking.

Belzevelle humphed indignantly and looked deeply offended.

"Belzevelle… I didn't mean to upset you", Adolf faltered.

"You upset me too Master", Octavia complained from her ropes.

"I'm offended too Master Adolf", Wendy said submissively but coldly in his arms.

"Look, I love all of you, you are my three wives, I love you all to bits. I accept all of you for your religious beliefs, and your Dark Eldar culture Belzevelle. I love you all enough to endure daily torture for you", Adolf soothed.

"I love you too but I'm still offended Master Adolf", Belzevelle said sullenly.

"I love you too Master Adolf", Octavia and Wendy affirmed in unison slightly coldly.

"I'm just worried about Heinrich, I just want him to have the best life he can have, I want him to be good and kind and happy and healthy", Adolf soothed.

"Master Adolf, Heinrich is going to be a Night Lord chaos space marine, he is going to be a terrifying killer. He is going to imprint on me and Octavia and Belzevelle as his female authority figures, and be completely submissive to our commands. Heinrich might love and respect you as his father, but he will be dominated completely by his three mothers. He will *naturally* follow the beliefs and customs of his MOTHERS, Master Adolf, not his father", Wendy respectfully informed Adolf.

Adolf gazed at his baby son in paternal protective horror, worried for his son's very soul!

"He will be submissive even to me Mistress Wendy?", Belzevelle asked in surprise.

"Definitely, he will see all three of us as his mothers and he will instinctively submit to all three of us. Sevenson boys are very very submissive to all female parental figures, Dark Eldar women are so anatomically similar to human women that the submission instincts will easily mistake you for a human woman and imprint on you", Wendy reassured Belzevelle.

"I, I, I don't even know what I am trying to say", Adolf sighed, feeling disturbed.

"Master if I may. You are scared that your kid is damned to chaos and will grow up to be a kinky freak like me, and Heinrich *absolutely* is 'damned' to Blessed Slaanesh and *will* be a kinky freak like his three mummies", Wendy paraphrased what Adolf feared!

Adolf groaned in horror and crawled over to hold his son protectively, gazing down in horror at the completely innocent infant.

"It's not fair, it's just not fair!", Adolf whimpered, forcing himself not to cry.

"Unless he is given to those nuns to join the Painful Path, the Emperor is *never* going to accept any child of mine. And compared to the Painful Path I think Slaanesh is actually much more *merciful* Master Adolf", Wendy said respectfully.

Adolf held his baby even more protectively at the mention of those child torturing nightmare fuel nuns getting hold of him!

"I am a creature of Blessed Slaanesh Master Adolf, my son Heinrich is too. He was created for a Slaaneshi life, it won't bother him, he will be blissfully happy submitting to women and enjoying pain. Can you still love him and accept him if he is a creature like me?", Wendy asked submissively but reassuringly.

"Of course… Of course I will still *love* my son… I mean, it makes sense that you would give birth to one of your own kind… I just want what is best for him", Adolf said honestly, looking down at his son sadly.

"To be honest Master Adolf I am much MUCH more afraid for the wellbeing and safety of Belzevelle's unborn child, Slaanesh will try to eat the child's soul at every opportunity", Wendy said sadly.

The naked Belzevelle held the small pregnant bump in her grey skinned belly protectively, looking horrified and deeply afraid with maternal dread.

"I think that that baby will need to wear a soul stone at all times, at least until we can organise a pact with Slaanesh and a daemon ring when the kid is older. Octavia and I will parch the child constantly from our mere presence, our Slaaneshi bodies will radiate the hunger of Slaanesh over the child and drain its soul very quickly. Octavia and I will have to be tortured with my daemon whip Torment every day to let the child quench on our pain. Even with our agony it will be difficult to keep the child alive", Wendy said sadly.

Belzevelle whimpered pitifully, her grey skinned graceful beautiful face looking so terribly sad and afraid.

Adolf put a comforting arm around the naked grey skinned Dark Eldar and she did not resist as he pulled her into him in a one arm cuddle.

Belzevelle rested her long black haired head down in the nook between his neck and his shoulder, and snuggled fearfully against him for comfort. As an Eldar alien, Belzevelle was naturally very very afraid of Slaanesh, 'she who thirsts for Eldar souls', and naturally felt deep existential dread for the safety of her unborn baby in her womb.

Wendy shuffled over on her shins to Belzevelle's other side, her arms still trapped behind her back in the monoglove, and snuggled her leather clad absurdly busty torso against Belzevelle soothingly.

Belzevelle submissively remained still in this reassuring snuggle between her two Dominant lovers, and she calmed down in the comfort their presence gave her.

"Protecting OUR baby will be my highest priority. The child will be raised as a Sevenson family member, I will legally declare the child to be one of my heirs just like all my other children", Wendy promised wonderfully.

Belzevelle cried emotional tears at these words, deeply moved, and Adolf kissed her hair reassuringly.

"I would cuddle you too if I could", Octavia said from her bondage.

Belzevelle composed herself with a few more soothing reassurances, and Adolf got the submissive Dark Eldar to lay down on the bed snuggled against the spread eagle bound Octavia. Belzevelle cuddled Octavia's bound body tightly and Adolf gently stroked Belzevelle's hair to soothe her as Wendy lovingly said reassuring words.

Belzevelle calmed down so much from this soothing treatment that she got horny and started making out heavily with Octavia.

Adolf and Wendy lay down together beside the heavily kissing Belzevelle and Octavia, with the baby occupying the slight gap between Belzevelle and Wendy. Heinrich the small baby was oblivious as always, so young that he had virtually no awareness of his surroundings and had little beyond the ability to suckle and cry.

Wendy cooed lovingly at her oblivious baby and kissed his head lovingly. Wendy's nipples in her transparent milk cups were lactating worse than ever from the presence of her baby, and her milk collection bottles were getting dangerously full.

Adolf carefully turned a tiny tap on one of the transparent milk tubes to stop the flow, and carefully unscrewed and removed one of the milk bottles from the corset, carrying it over to a small miniature refrigerator the room came equipped with.

Adolf opened the fridge and pulled out a huge container half full of earlier milk, he emptied the corset milk bottle into this container. He then washed the corset bottle in the bathroom sink, and returned the bottle to Wendy's corset.

Adolf emptied and replaced all of Wendy's corset milk bottles one by one, and returned to laying beside the monogloved Wendy, who was still lovingly interacting with her baby.

Adolf picked up the laptop cogitator again and sighed as he opened it.

"You sound stressed Master", Wendy noted sympathetically.

"I am stressed Wendy, every time I look at your finances I get a headache and start procrastinating. You have far too much and it's far too complex to fathom all the investments and different accounts", Adolf sighed.

"My old accountant slave Sabrina used to say exactly the same thing… before my wife Mistress Talon had her killed…", Wendy chuckled then turned grim.

"Golden Throne!", Adolf exclaimed.

"Sabrina did a bunch of other stuff too Master, she was leading a slave rebellion, she set events in motion that completely ruined my entire previous slaving business", Wendy explained defensively.

"She sounds like a good person", Adolf replied.

"She was Master… She was…", Wendy said with a guilty sigh.

"Look, let's just move on from whatever fucked up stuff you did in the past, start a new chapter in life. I will help you", Adolf offered without judgment or condemnation, patting Wendy's hair dominantly.

"Yes Master, that is why I am submitting to you now after all, to move on from what I did in the past. I am trusting you to lead my life your own way to make things better, I am completely obedient to your will", Wendy said submissively.

"I will take good care of you", Adolf said, kissing her lips tenderly.

"It feels so odd being submissive again Master, but it feels good. I hope that you will torture me, you have been so gentle to me so far", Wendy said warmly.

Adolf grabbed Wendy by the bare tummy skin at the bottom of her corset and squeezed energetically, making Wendy squeal with laughter.

"Oh you want me to torture you do you?", Adolf asked mockingly with a fond chuckle.

"Yes Master, I like it Master", Wendy giggled ticklishly.

Adolf squeezed her stomach as energetically as possible, causing peals of laughter, but Wendy simply enjoyed it no matter how much she was tickled.

"I am procrastinating again", Adolf said, leaving Wendy's belly alone.

"I could explain my finances for you Master, but it might take all day", Wendy offered sweetly.

"I just want to know the lump amount of money so that we can pay all these people", Adolf requested.

"Even I don't know the exact lump sum Master Adolf, not with all my fluctuating investments that change in value every few minutes. I CAN say that I won't have enough to pay everyone Em-Hegg-Ammon wants, she will NEVER be satisfied until I am as poor as everyone else in the galaxy, she doesn't like the existence of rich people", Wendy explained apologetically.

"I just want to make sure you are safe and can leave this ship without being killed by a massive daemon. I will give the daemon at least the bare minimum she will accept in return for sparing your life", Adolf said seriously.

"I humbly suggest enthusiastically agreeing to pay, but then stalling for time and drip feeding the money as slowly as you can get away with Master. That way new earnings from my investments can replenish my savings as fast as they are drained. Everyone gets their money eventually but we don't go bankrupt in the process", Wendy suggested diabolically.

"That is so sneaky", Adolf said in strange appreciation.

"I have an entire repertoire of sneaky tricks Master", Wendy said proudly.

"I'm happy to let you navigate all this financial paperwork stuff that I don't really understand anyway, just tell me what you are up to and do what I tell you to do. Being *prudent* is ok, just nothing too sneaky and nothing dishonest", Adolf said happily.

"Yes Master Adolf", Wendy replied submissively.

"It's so weird having my merciless dominant Mistress Wendy being so gentle and submissive, I keep expecting you to change back to normal and beat my balls and tickle me to tears. Is this a dream?", Adolf said in wonder.

"I dearly WANT to be dominant and sadistic to you Master Adolf, I have FIERCE sadistic desire for you and your suffering. In the future I hope to return back to normal, watching Octavia tickle you until you puke everywhere, playing ball busting games with your testicles, licking the delicious tears from your face… (moan), I want to do such wonderfully bad things to you my husband, I am getting so wet just thinking about it", Wendy said with jaded debauched lust, creeping Adolf out and making him nervous.

"Don't you enjoy being submissive to me Wendy?", Adolf asked hopefully.

"I do get pleasure from it, but… I'm getting quickly bored Master Adolf. You just do non-kinky vanilla stuff, you tickle me a bit sure, but mostly it's just been really really mild. I want you to do really extreme stuff with me Master Adolf. When Octavia was my Tickler-Dominatrix she tickled me SO hard for SO MANY hours that I *vomited blood* AT LEAST once a week!", Wendy said with a moan of pleasure at the memory of Octavia making her puke blood.

"Um, that doesn't sound very healthy, you are pregnant", Adolf said unhappily.

"Well, you could do it A BIT more gently Master but still make it really extreme. I also like pain, I like all the stuff I did to you when you were my submissive", Wendy amended hopefully.

"I don't want to hurt you, I love you", Adolf admitted apologetically.

"I don't mind excessive amounts of really hot sex, Master Adolf", Wendy suggested provocatively.

"That's something I can get behind", Adolf chuckled fondly.

"You can 'get behind me' anytime you like Master Adolf", Wendy purred provocatively.

Adolf had an erection now, and sighed.

"I'm happy to oblige, but I need you to do this financial stuff for me first", Adolf told his wife.

"Yes Master, but I'm a little tied up at the moment to use a cogitator", Wendy quipped charmingly.

Adolf nodded and removed Wendy's monoglove, freeing her arms.

Wendy put the laptop cogitator on her belly and squinted over the top of her huge breasts to see the screen, getting to work figuring out her crazy finances.

Adolf got discouraged just watching his clever wife effortlessly navigate the mind boggling mess of digital information, Wendy was much MUCH more academically gifted than Adolf and he felt quite stupid around her sometimes.

Rating Adolf Lincoln, as he had been back before he ever met Wendy, had been a lowly crew rating in the civilian Imperial Merchant Navy, a job that required no academic prowess of any kind beyond the basic ability to count and very occasionally read the odd word or two on big direction signs on the ship. It took muscle not brains to manhandle the huge frozen grox carcasses in the refrigerated cargo holds of the "Saint Maxwell" as a menial labour Rating, only men above Adolf's pay grade had done anything remotely academic or paperwork related.

Adolf had never been an academically minded boy at school back on his hive world of Temperis, he could read and write and do very basic maths sums but he had never *enjoyed* any academic pursuits. Adolf had always been a "hands on" person, he preferred to work with his hands and do physical work that didn't require a huge amount of thinking. Academic tasks had always been very uncomfortable for him, and he tended to procrastinate terribly in the face of even the simplest academic task such as even just writing a letter. Asking a man like Adolf to make sense of Wendy's incomprehensible finances was just asking for a lot of procrastination and frustration and confusion.

Adolf Lincoln had always been a naturally big and burly man, a natural "mesomorph" as Wendy put it, physically prone to be unusually muscular and to grow his muscles more easily than most men in the Imperium of Man. The hive cities of Temperis had huge "drudge classes", (as the Imperium at large disparagingly called such hive world working class people), huge huge drudge classes of extremely hard working men in mostly menial jobs doing hard labour, and these working class hard men tended to breed tough strong sons bred for hard labour.

When most people who didn't live on hive worlds thought about hive worlds like Temperis, they automatically thought of the exciting or "cool" sounding stuff, like the under hives with their gangers or the ash wastes with their roving bands of prospecting "ashers" or the spires with their nobles. These people and places did exist on Temperis just like most other hive worlds, but they were far from the *typical* inhabitants of a given hive world.

The vast vast VAST majority of people on Temperis were (more or less) law abiding citizens, who lived in the main overcrowded inhabited areas of the hive cities and who worked very very hard in honest toil in all sorts of very boring and unglamorous occupations, be they factory workers, furnace workers, truck drivers, garment sweatshop workers, retail workers, cooks, cleaners, construction workers or whatever other honest occupations one could think of.

The "drudges" were the people who did 99 percent of the work, they were the reliable community minded people of the hives. They went to church, they dutifully paid their taxes, they joined their local unions, they got involved in their local communities the way good and friendly people do. They were not always the academically brightest folks, their brains sometimes negatively affected by the terrible pollution choked air they lived in, but you didn't really *need* to be an academic genius to be a humble working class "drudge" with a quite happy and fulfilling life.

Adolf's father Herman Lincoln was an unusually academic "drudge", who had been academic enough to become a lowly office secretary of a "drudge" workers' labour union, (a Temperis labour union being an extremely important sort of officially sanctioned institution on Temperis that mediated labour disputes and looked after workers' needs), but Adolf himself had never shared his father's temperament or ability to tolerate a lot of tedious paperwork, preferring to work with his body and his hands in honest hard work like most "drudges".

Even for a Temperis drudge Adolf was unusually big and burly, in hive cities of billions of people there could be a huge amount of physical variation in the size and shape of the individual men, with some men like Adolf who just happened to be a bit bigger and burlier than usual.

This above average size and strength had allowed Adolf to leave the choking polluted hives of Temperis and get a job in the merchant navy. The merchant navy, like most manpower intensive imperial organisations, drew most of their manpower needs from the teeming multitudes of the various hive worlds throughout the galaxy. The merchant navy always preferred to hire the bigger and stronger men like Adolf as new ratings to crew their ships, as the manual labour on these sorts of ships was extremely hard and needed big burley men to work the merchant ships as profitably fast as possible.

The work on the frozen grox meat freighter the "Saint Maxwell" had been extremely heavy and hard, requiring huge amounts of muscle and brute strength. The huge refrigerated cargo holds of the ship had transported literally millions of frozen grox carcasses each trip, and grox were big animals. An adult grox was a five meter long reptilian dinosaur-like creature and weighed hundreds of kilograms. Even with a big team of big burly men it was hard heavy work moving one of these frozen carcasses, and Adolf had become very *very* muscular from this extremely demanding job.

As physically hard as the work had been, it had been an extremely good job for a lowly working class Temperis drudge. The air on the ship was actually clean and safe to breathe unlike the ash choked smoggy air of the hives, you got to see a lot of different planets and go on interesting shore leaves, and the pay was very good, surprisingly good in fact. The one thing that ALL captains feared while traversing the warp was a deadly crew mutiny, nothing was more dangerous than having tens of thousands of huge burly men riot inside a pressurised metal can in the hard vacuum while at warp.

Merchant captains who valued their lives made sure that their crew were paid on time and paid well, they kept crew morale high and the crew content. The warships of the Imperial Navy might use a lot of penal labour or even slaves, but these military vessels also had vast armies of armed naval soldiers onboard to keep these unwilling crew under control. The civilian merchant navy ships did not have vast military forces onboard to suppress legions of miserable slaves, that sort of thing would take up valuable space that could be used instead for more cargo.

The crews of merchant ships were much smaller than warships of similar size, (though still tens of thousands of crewmen), and these crew were volunteers, well paid and highly professional men with high morale, loyal to the captain and the ship. They had all wanted to be working there and had greatly enjoyed their jobs. If it hadn't been for huge chaos battleships attacking and ransacking merchant ships and enslaving the crew, the job would have been perfect…

Adolf glanced at Wendy slightly irritably, Wendy herself had been the captain of the Night Lord battleship "Nightmare Asylum" that had ended Adolf's merchant navy ship. All of Adolf's former shipmates were now either dead or enslaved, their cargo and fuel had all been stolen, and the empty wrecked derelict of the "Saint Maxwell" had been left floating in deep space…

The wrecked ship had been found by the Imperial Navy, and after a careful inspection the crew had all been declared lost presumed dead from a pirate attack, with death notice papers being sent to all the next of kin of these crew, including Adolf's poor distressed parents.

Adolf had managed to talk his way out of this to his parents when he visited them by lying his ass off, telling his parents that he had left the 'Saint Maxwell' "years ago", (without specifying a date), lying that he had joined the employ of the Chesterton Shipping Company's Civil Fleet.

The privately owned merchant freighters, (not counting Rogue Traders), were not part of the Imperial government owned Merchant Navy at all, these private ships collectively referred to as the "Civil Fleets", forming a completely separate organisation, (in reality a diverse group of individual private shipping organisations).

In *theory* crewmen of the Merchant Navy were not "supposed to" transfer to work in the Civil Fleets, but in *practice* things could be a lot more flexible. The two organisations used exactly the same ships in exactly the same ways to transport cargo, and two captains meeting over friendly drinks would sometimes agree to swap some of their crew with each other. Things just happened sometimes.

The Imperium at large didn't really care exactly which ship an easily replaceable menial labour drudge Rating served on, (though it confused the hell out of mail services and the Adeptus Administratum), and Imperial authorities generally didn't give enough of a fuck to police these crew swaps between Merchant Navy and Civil.

The lie about transferring to the Chesterton Shipping Company had been close enough to real practice that Adolf's parents and hab block neighbours hadn't even questioned it, it happened all the time. The real Chesterton Shipping Company ships transported enough grox meat among their other diverse cargoes that a frozen grox carcass handler like Adolf would certainly be useful, they probably employed thousands of such men in fact.

The lie had just fitted to cover the truth…

Adolf's parents had been lucky not to lose their son, but tens of thousands of parents or wives of other crewmen of the "Saint Maxwell" were not so lucky…

Wendy and her ship had hurt SO many people and families when she attacked the "Saint Maxwell", yet another terrible thing that Wendy had done!

Well this would never happen again!, Adolf would not let Wendy hurt anyone ever again, no more families would lose loved ones from the "Nightmare Asylum" raiding innocent civilian cargo ships!

Wendy was still using her laptop cogitator dutifully to figure out her excessive finances as Adolf was getting distracted. Adolf turned his attention to Wendy's other two victims who had crossed her path, the badly raped and enslaved Iron Age feral tribeswoman with an (originally) innocent little tickling kink, Octavia, and the formerly proud and highly elite Dark Eldar kabalite true born warrior, Belzevelle, whose entire kabal had been lied to and enslaved by Wendy, just more victims of the horrific Wendy and her Sevenson family!

Deep holy rage filled Adolf, and he seemed to see Wendy clearly for the first time as a wicked evil monster who hurt so many people and who wasn't even truly repentant!

Wendy had filled her harem with her VICTIMS, whom she victimised all the more in truly horrifying sexually degrading painful ways!

Adolf himself was one of Wendy's biggest victims, he had only ever loved her from the first moment his Octavia-possessed eyes first saw her, but she had been completely and utterly sadistic towards him up until yesterday, torturing him in ways that she KNEW he didn't enjoy and couldn't stand, all for her own personal sadistic pleasure!

Heavy duress from a massive terrifying conscience daemon threatening to kill Wendy was the *only* reason why Wendy had now agreed to submit to Adolf for the rest of her life, (or more realistically until the single nanosecond that the daemon stopped threatening her), she was just playing the daemon for a fool in exchange for her life!

Wendy wasn't truly sorry!, Even now she was planning to use every trick she could to pay compensation to her victims in such a way that Wendy wasn't even slightly financially burdened!

She planned to "drip feed" money to her victims so that her own investments kept her filthy rich, and she expected this sneaky trick to actually work to fool the daemon?!

Adolf angrily shut the laptop over her typing fingers in an uncontrollable burst of righteous holy rage, making her moan in pleasure and pain and surprise. He then roughly pulled Wendy across his knee and pulled off his daemon ring with a strange urge.

The ring glowed bright pink as soon as he removed it, and Wendy recoiled from him in horror and disgust, no longer sexually attracted to him without his ring. Adolf felt the unholy tug of Octavia's lust aura, himself right at the edge of the danger zone, and he scooted sideways on the bed to escape the aura, with Wendy still across his lap.

Adolf wrathfully brought down his hand on Wendy's bottom in a hard smack.

"Master Adolf, without your ring on I am not attracted to you, I don't get much pleasure from this spanking", Wendy said submissively.

"Good!, I don't *want* you to get pleasure, I want you to suffer!", Adolf snapped, and spanked Wendy again and again with brutal force.

Wendy cried out from the spankings but submissively did not resist, she wasn't moaning as much as she usually did and obviously wasn't enjoying herself very much.

"Naughty girl!, Naughty girl!", Adolf snarled, spanking her bottom bright red.

The laptop was still closed over her fingers, but Wendy was too submissive to remove her fingers from the tight painful pinch.

Wendy moaned in slight pleasure from the pain but was obviously sexually repelled by Adolf without his ring on, not at all turned on by this.

Pink light then filled Adolf's eyes and he glared down at Wendy wrathfully. Wendy looked up at his pink glowing eyes in horror.

"Don't you DARE possess my husband!", Wendy suddenly protested.

"You will obey my every command!", Adolf demanded with righteous fury.

"The hell I will!, I'm not *your* submissive Em-hegg-Ammon!, You can fuck right off!", Wendy snapped in protest.

Wendy moved with blurring speed and forced the ring back on Adolf's finger, and the glowing pink light of the ring absorbed back into Adolf's body. Adolf was then compelled by his ring to ball his fist so he couldn't remove the ring again.

"You think to cheat ME and get away with it?!, You are going to pay SO much in compensation to your many victims all over the galaxy!", Adolf snarled.

Adolf was compelled by his ring to close his eyes and stop talking, and he couldn't disobey!

Pink light filled his closed eyes from the inside.

Adolf tried to move, but his body refused to obey him, enslaved by the daemon ring on his finger!

So much for Wendy being his submissive for life, she still had this terrible power to completely enslave him at will!

"Get out of my husband Em-Hegg-Ammon!, I will not let you move a muscle in his body or speak, you might as well go", Wendy said angrily.

Adolf was compelled to open his eyes, and the pink glow of his eyes reflected off Wendy's angry looking face.

"GET OUT!", Wendy roared in his face, trying to make the daemon leave.

The pink glow hatefully faded from his eyes, and Adolf's righteous rage was replaced with sick horror!

Adolf could suddenly move again and he hugged Wendy frantically, horrified by what had just happened!

"Are you YOU again?", Wendy asked him frantically.

"I am myself again. By the Emperor that was terrifying, I HATED you SO much!, I felt the daemon's hate!, I saw what you look like to the daemon!, I'm so so sorry Wendy!, Are you ok?", Adolf exclaimed in an adrenaline fuelled panic.

"I'm ok Master, just alarmed. But this must not happen again", Wendy fretted on edge.

"How do we stop it?", Adolf asked fearfully.

"It… (Sigh), it started when I tried to defy her will Master. She is watching me through your eyes, you worship the Emperor… She is watching me… If I try to be sneaky she will instantly see…", Wendy sighed.

Adolf nodded slowly, forcing himself to calm down with great effort.

"So don't defy her and you will be fine Mistress Wendy?", Belzevelle suggested, looking very alarmed, sitting up on the bed submissively fussing over Wendy's hair soothingly.

"I… I won't defy her…", Wendy said with fearful reassurance to the eavesdropping daemon.

"You are not *allowed* to be defiant Wendy. It's the right thing to do anyway, compensating people you have hurt. Everything you are being asked to do is GOOD, and I will FORCE you to do the right thing as my submissive", Adolf said firmly but reasonably.

"Yes Master Adolf, I have no choice but to obey you. I am *perfectly* submissive to my Dominant partners, you don't have to even try to convince me Master Adolf", Wendy replied very submissively without much enthusiasm.

"Damn right you have no choice, you are my obedient submissive plaything for life, you don't get choices", Adolf chuckled, putting on a show trying to be braver than he felt.

Wendy moaned softly at these words, turned on by these words.

Adolf picked up Wendy's leash and pulled his submissive wife to him, pulling her intoxicatingly beautiful highly submissive face very close to his own face.

Adolf dominantly licked Wendy's face dominantly the same way she liked to lick faces to display sexual dominance, instantly tasting a potent cocktail of very strong perfume and heavy cosmetics mixed with the dried vaginal juices of Octavia and Belzevelle on Wendy's jaded Slaaneshi face…

Adolf gagged slightly at this overpowering taste of the Slaanesh Champion's skin, and wisely didn't try this again. Golden Throne she wore a LOT of perfume and cosmetics!

Wendy moaned submissively from the lick to the face and looked at Adolf expectantly.

"From now on Wendy, you are MINE", Adolf said dominantly.

"I'm your *wife* Master Adolf, I was always yours", Wendy submissively pointed out.

"Are you being cheeky with me Wendy!?", Adolf dominantly demanded.

"No Master Adolf, you are doing well Master Adolf", Wendy said very submissively.

"I'm 'doing well'…", Adolf repeated slowly.

"Well not really Master, but you are doing much better than I expected", Wendy amended honestly.

Adolf twisted Wendy's ear sharply, making her moan with masochistic pleasure from the pain.

"You are going to pay those poor mad girls full compensation TODAY, you are going to APOLOGISE to them and actually MEAN it over a vid recording, TODAY!, And that's just for starters!, I'm your Master now and you WILL start to morally improve!", Adolf dominantly commanded.

There was a long pause.

"Yes Master Adolf…", Wendy replied unhappily.

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