Chapter 3(orphan)

Night Lord Chaos Raptor Augusta Antony Sevenson snarled with demonic rage, as he pulled the intestines out of a screaming guardsman's abdomen with his lightning claw.

All around this isolated valley military base were dead bodies and screaming wounded, as a squad of chaos raptors ripped apart the few survivors from the initial sniper fire from the Night Lord Chaos Scouts hiding in the vegetation around the base.

As the guardsmen fought for their lives, the Major in charge of the base was in his command hut, trying desperately to send a distress call to alert the local Imperial Guard. The Major was screaming into the vox, but thanks to the Night Lord jamming signal he was met with only blaring static.

Augusta gunned his jump pack, and slammed through the wall of the command hut with a roar. The clay wall of the hut exploded inward in a spray of debris, and Augusta hurled the Major off his feet into a wall, stunning the man.

Augusta mangled the vox to smoking strips of metal with his lightning claw, and grabbed the Major by the ankle and dragged him outside.

The other guardsmen were all dead or dying by now, and Night Lords were gleefully torturing and mutilating the shrieking wounded dying for their own sadistic amusement. The Major was looking around in horror, terrible fear written on his face.

"Please! Have mercy!" The Major pleaded Augusta desperately.

Augusta laughed, grabbed the Major's left index finger, and snapped it sideways with a sickening crack. The Major screamed in pain, and Augusta grabbed the next finger.

The Major shook his head desperately, eyes wide with terror.

"I am looking for my little brother Franklin Sevenson, I have tracked him to this planet. Where is the heretic orphanage?" Augusta demanded with a demonic snarl.

"I will tell you! I will tell you everything I know!" The Major insisted frantically.

"Good!" Augusta snarled, and snapped the second finger anyway.

***...

Franklin redoubled his prayers to the Emperor, desperate to overcome this. He desperately prayed with all his might for his current erection to go down, he had one even now as he was being flogged in the scourging rack!

With a nun currently whipping him, the erection simply refused to go down!

"Stop this sinfulness at once! You disgusting sinner!" The nun demanded in outrage, seeing that he still had an erection poking up in his underpants.

Franklin felt intense pleasure in his penis at this stern rebuke, and tried desperately to stop himself from ejaculating. The nun whipped his back with all her strength and Franklin couldn't stop himself from ejaculation!

Intense pleasure filled his penis and the involuntary muscle contraction pumped the sinful fluid into his underpants, creating an instant dark wet spot in the front of them!

The nun roared with outrage and whipped him harder than ever, and Franklin was already getting erect again!

Franklin was deeply dismayed by what was happening to his body now, he had never had these problems before his testicles descended. It had now been weeks since the first time he got an erection in the bathtub, and every day the embarrassing problem got worse!

The nuns had tried everything to discipline these erections out of him, but if anything the disciplines had just made the erections even worse. The more severely the nuns punished him, the more his penis seemed to like it!

First they had tried making him sleep out in the rain till he almost died, but this had given him an erection. They had tried shouting condemnation at him for hours, but the strict rebukes had made him erect the entire time.

They had tried sticking electrodes to his penis and giving him agonising electric shocks, but he had simply ejaculated over and over again until his testicles were empty, with no noticeable improvement.

They had used huge syringes to drain the blood from his erections, and his penis had ejaculated all over their hands as soon as they inserted the needle!

They had tried swatting it, putting ice on it, sticking long pins right through it, inserting knitting needles down his penis hole, but every time he had simply ejaculated!

They had even tried locking his penis inside a male chastity device full of razor sharp metal spikes, to train his penis to stop getting erect. The pain of these spikes had made him constantly engorged to completely fill the device, and the nuns had eventually been forced to remove it before he bled to death, giving him a transfusion to replace so much lost blood!

The nuns were now in despair of what to do with him. Franklin was frantic to somehow stop this!

Franklin felt another ejaculation force itself out of him. He didn't know what to do.

He deeply loved the stern nuns, he always had. Ever since his earliest memories he had adored the nuns, adored the floggings and beatings, adored being completely dominated and controlled by them.

His happiest childhood memories had always involved a nun dominating and inflicting pain on him. He always felt so completely peaceful and complete when a stern nun was disciplining him and dominating his will. It felt sacred to be in complete submission to a strict and severe nun.

He loved the nuns, loved them with all his heart. They made his life feel utterly heavenly, their pain and dominance was a paradise to him. He absolutely adored these wonderfully strict cruel women, he would gladly die to protect them from harm.

Before his private parts had developed he had been able to simply bask in the wonderful pain and domination of these nuns, without any of these problems to upset his tranquility. But now that he was entering puberty his private parts were ruining EVERYTHING!

Night and day they became erect over the nuns and the pain they caused. He could barely even be in the same room as a nun anymore without getting an erection! Even in his DREAMS each night his private parts didn't rest!

Every night for as long as he could remember, he had had wonderful dreams about being beaten and disciplined by the nuns. But NOW when he had these same dreams he would feel the sinful pleasure in his penis, and wake to find a new wet patch of ejaculate in his underpants!

Franklin wished that the nuns would just cut his penis off and be done with it. The nuns however were demanding that he find the self control to master it like an obedient servant of the Emperor. Franklin wished so much that he could.

The nun in the scourging room with him was furious by now, bright purple with outrage, and was determined to somehow beat the sin out of him. All she was achieving was to make his erection harder than ever.

Franklin said nothing, he never ever spoke unless given permission to do so, barring emergencies. He was dominated completely to the will of the nuns, even if his private parts refused to obey, and was psychologically incapable of disobedience to any female.

The only females he had ever seen were either nuns, nurses, or Sisters of Battle, and he was trained to obey all of these without question. He had never seen a woman who didn't have authority over him, so he simply automatically submitted completely to any woman he encountered.

Franklin was very comfortable with this arrangement, he greatly enjoyed submitting to women. He assumed that everywhere in the Imperium women ruled over males like this, with the exception of Inquisitors and the Emperor of course, as well as a few other holy men of divinely appointed authority like the adepts and the saints.

It was this deep respect for women that made Franklin so especially hate his father. Any man who would be so insubordinate as to actually rape a woman, such a man is simply the worst kind of evil!

Franklin wished to become the acolyte of a venerable female inquisitor one day, and serve her without question as she did her holy work. He just wanted to spend his life submitting to the will of women, he had the most profound feeling that this was what he was created to do.

Another ejaculation from the nun's whip shot out of him, and Franklin felt deeply discouraged. He would never be able to serve a venerable lady Inquisitor with his private parts running amok!

Franklin prayed with all his might to get his penis to obey. The nuns had commanded that his penis stop becoming erect and ejaculating, and every fibre of Franklin's soul yearned to obey them. His penis was seemingly oblivious to the natural order of life however, and obeyed no one as it just kept misbehaving!

The angry strict severe nun in the room with him was causing extreme excitement in his penis. Her stern words, her dominance, her cruel whip, it all enflamed his penis uncontrollably! Her mere overpowering presence was filling his penis with sinful disobedience!

Franklin wanted to speak, to apologise to this exalted woman, but she had not given him permission to speak, and his submission was too complete for him to disobey. He lay transfixed in the scourging rack in her presence, utterly still and obedient as she flogged him with all her strength and screamed condemnation at him.

Franklin then ejaculated again.

What was wrong with him?

***...

Sister Mary sternly swatted her cane down over Franklin's knuckles, frowning at the obvious erection in the pants of his grey robes. He was kneeling before her on the hard floor, hands outstretched with the backs of his hands facing the ceiling, and was completely still as a statue. He had perfect discipline apart from his private parts, and was being perfectly obedient like he always was.

Sister Mary swatted his knuckles again, and a conspicuous dark wet patch appeared in the front of his pants, at the head of the outline of his erection.

Sister Mary sighed, this clearly wasn't helping Franklin's growing sexual problems.

The boy was obviously trying his best to have self control. She had helped raise this child from infancy, she had heard a lifetime of his confessions, and she knew him very well. He was the very model of obedience, he would not be doing this if he could control it.

Franklin had said in multiple confessions that he couldn't control his erections and ejaculations, and Sister Mary believed him.

Sister Mary decided to ignore the wet patch on the front of his pants, and just kept caning his knuckles as normal without rebuking him for it. The poor boy was trying his best, it was cruel to keep condemning him for it.

Sister Mary gave Franklin a kindly smile, and swatted his knuckles again. This knuckle swatting was just part of the daily routine, not a punishment for poor behaviour. All the children without exception had periods of knuckle caning throughout the day, just part of the routine, to cleanse them from the sins of their parents.

The children were used to this, the path to redemption for the children of heretics was hard and full of pain. Ever since they were very small they had been daily made to hold still and accept their punishment, and these children had accepted their fate with the pure unquestioning faith of children.

Ever since Franklin was a toddler he had had his knuckles caned at these set times each day. He had cried at first like they all did, but through sheer repetition the children all eventually stopped crying after a while.

Sister Mary gazed lovingly at Franklin, this little boy that she had helped raise so well, and gave his knuckles another sharp swot. Franklin held her gaze, his own eyes filled with deep adoration and worship, and the wet patch became bigger.

"I know that you are really trying Franklin. I know that you always try your best. I have faith that in time you will overcome this weakness of the flesh. Just keep your faith strong and keep trying, you will succeed," Sister Mary told him reassuringly as she swotted his knuckles.

Franklin had not been given permission to speak, so didn't reply, but his face looked deeply moved by her kind encouragement. His eyes became wet and tears of emotion started to silently roll down his face. The other nuns had been shouting condemnation at him for weeks, Sister Mary's words just now was likely the only kind encouragement he had received recently.

Sister Mary gave a stern little smile and wiped the tears from his face. She put a cloth to his nose and commanded him to blow his nose before the tears made it run.

"You have always been a good boy Franklin. You will succeed at getting past this and I have no doubt that you will become an Inquisitor's fine servant one day. I believe in you, with the Emperor's help you can do this," Sister Mary encouraged him compassionately.

Franklin's face was the most deeply moved she had ever seen it, and a look of optimistic determination filled him. Sister Mary resumed caning his knuckles.

The wet patch grew bigger yet again, and Franklin's face fell.

"Oh no you don't, no frowning. I will turn that frown upside down," Sister Mary said fondly.

Sister Mary used her free hand to tickle around Franklin's ear. Ever since he was a baby this had made him giggle. Franklin didn't move, his discipline too perfect, but the sides of his mouth were forced upwards as she tickled his ear.

His grin got bigger and bigger till it filled his face, and he was clearly straining not to laugh without permission. Sister Mary just kept tickling him, and soon a fond smile was creeping across her own stern face. Franklin was smiling ear to ear, desperate not to laugh, and Sister Mary felt such deep love for the child.

Franklin didn't break his silence to laugh, it had been years since she had been able to tickle a sound out of him without permission, but his face was filled with a giant ticklish smile. She didn't stop tickling his ear for the rest of the knuckle caning period, and the goofy frantic smile didn't leave his face the entire time.

Even better, the wet patch didn't grow this entire time! It seemed that she had inadvertently stumbled upon a solution! The faculty would be so relieved!

Sister Mary stopped tickling his ear at the end, and lovingly kissed his forehead. He was smiling happily, cheered up by the lengthy tickle, and left with a huge grin on his face.

Sister Mary smiled delightedly, she really did love that boy to death.

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