Chapter 9(orphan)
Franklin was still being tickled when the breaks suddenly slammed on hard, sending him sliding forward over the floor. Children, nuns and Sister Superior Clementine were all sent hurtling forward towards the front of the bus!
Franklin found himself in a pile of people, and before he could get his bearings, the 3 live hajsnips tumbled on top of the pile too!
The bus was still screeching across the wet road, tyres screaming, as the breaks tried hard to slow their momentum on this slippery surface. The bus tyres finally got a good grip on the road, and the pile of people and hajsnips compressed hard against the front of the bus interior and drivers seat, before bouncing back slightly as the momentum finally stopped!
The hajsnips yipped skittishly and clip clopped away back to the other end of the bus, reforming their huddle around the comforting smell of the area of floor they had been haunched on for the past few hours. Franklin and the other people poked their heads up from the pile of people to see what had made Mother Superior break so hard, Franklin then filled with the most terrible dread...
Laying across the road was the trunk of a truely colossal tree, far bigger than anything short of a logging crew could shift! The road was completely blocked!
Then one of the nuns pointed and screamed...
Franklin looked and he saw them too, 5 of the flying Night Lords were sitting casually perched on top of the tree!
A quick look around told him everything he needed to know. The base of the tree was ripped up with chainsaw sword cuts, the Night Lords had obviously flown far ahead of them earlier, and cut down this tree to block the road. It was an ambush!
The giant one, the one who claimed to be his brother, clapped his armoured hands mockingly, a demonic chuckle sounding from his helmet. The giant pushed off from his seating position on the tree trunk, and dropped down onto the road in a half crouch. The other Night Lords followed suit, joining him on the road.
The giant rose to his full height, and continued his mocking applause, slowly walking forward.
The monster then spoke, with a strange fondness in his amused sounding demon voice.
"You have done well Franklin, better than any of us expected. You made us all so proud of you."
"Few mortals have given us such a fine chase, very few. I should have expected nothing less from my own brother."
"The chase has been fun, but it's over now. Sorry to do such a dirty trick with this tree, you deserved a better finale than this, but alas we are running out of time."
"Come Franklin, we still have a long journey ahead of us through the forest. We must be deep in the woods before the Sisters of Battle arrive with a strike force. I will regale you on our journey with stories about your family."
"He will go nowhere with you, vile heretic!" Sister Superior Clementine challenged with a righteous shout.
"Do not feel left out little ones, you can all come too. Our psykers have already read Franklin's mind and concluded that he will be much more cooperative if we hold you fine ladies hostage." The giant laughed nastily.
"I will cut off Franklin's head before I will let you take him! Go back to hell traitor!" Sister Superior Clementine threatened, holding her crackling power sword blade a few inches in front of Franklin's throat!
The monsters all paused at this threat. For the first time they actually looked slightly afraid.
"If you want your brother to live, then leave him in our care. I will slay him now if you get any closer!" Sister Superior Clementine promised.
"Slay him and I will take you alive with me as a new plaything for our resident greater daemon of Slaanesh, you will spend all eternity in damnation and degradation, you will NEVER get to be with your precious false emperor!" The giant snarled in terrible threat.
"If that is to be my fate then so be it, STEP BACK HERETIC!" Sister Superior Clementine heroically retorted.
The Night Lords exchanged troubled glances, and cautiously took a step back, eyes locked on the power sword at his neck.
Franklin felt a thrill of hope, they were actually backing off!
"That's right heretics, stay back! He lives in our care or not at all!" Sister Superior Clementine demanded.
"Alright, damn you! You win this time! But you better keep him ALIVE, CURSE YOU!" The monster conceded with terrible bitterness.
The Night Lords braced and fire shot out of their wings. They tore away into the rain choked sky and then were gone.
Sister Superior Clementine did not lower her blade from Franklin's neck for even a second.
The rain continued to pour down, the thunder rumbled occasionally, but apart from the dying bus engine, there was no other sound.
Nobody in the bus moved, they barely even breathed. You could cut the tension with a knife.
Had they really gone?
The time just dragged on, the rain kept falling. The thunder got more infrequent.
All was calm and quiet. The hajsnips were yipping softly to each other.
The thunder disappeared completely...
Everyone waited with bated breath, desperate for any sign of rescue.
Time passed, agonisingly slowly, and still nothing happened.
They were still in the middle of a vast forest with terrible weather overhead, in extremely dense and obscured terrain, on a road that would take a long time to clear...
The Order by now would be aware of the jamming signals, they might send aircraft to investigate. But they didn't even know for sure that the orphanage had been attacked, didn't even know that they were out here on the forest road...
They had been expecting rescuers to magically arrive all of a sudden now that the lightning had ended, but they were still not even reported missing!
They were in the middle of nowhere, probably with an entire war band of Night Lords sneaking up all around them in the dark vegetation, with only a sword to Franklin's neck keeping them at bay...
This was really bad.
The rain kept falling.
One of the hajsnips farted very loudly, making all the nuns jump with fright.
And still no rescue came...
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The bus engine eventually conked out completely, finally dead. It was still raining hard outside, desperately cold rain.
It was getting lighter outside now, and as soon as it got light enough to barely see, the hajsnips one by one hopped out through an especially big hole in the roof, and trotted away into the forest to rejoin their far away herd.
The nuns watched them trot away, till they were completely obscured in the heavy rain. It felt so terribly lonely to be abandoned by their strange wildlife travel companions, the beasts had been strangely comforting in this lonely cold place.
The bus engine gradually stopped steaming in the heavy downpour, then went completely cold, and still the hard cold rain continued in the very dim light.
There was so little shelter left by the remaining roof of the bus, the Night Lords had ripped away so much of the roof that only a few places kept the rain out at all. Without the heat of the engine and body heat of the warm hajsnips, the bus was now numbingly cold inside.
Plumes of white condensation came out of their mouths and nostrils with every breath in this brutal cold, everyone without exception had their clothes utterly soaked, and even the highly disciplined children were shivering heavily now. It was just so terribly cold.
Sister Superior Clementine still had her sword at Franklin's throat, eternally vigilant for this being a trick, but even she had been forced to deactivate her power sword to save its remaining power cell in this elongated waiting. The deactivated cold blade was pressing gently to Franklin's throat, ready to cut it instantly if provoked.
The pair of them stood in the middle of the bus, far away from the windows, with the rain dumping heavily on them through a hole in the roof. Franklin was shivering violently with cold.
The nuns were of course getting to use all available roof cover to shelter from the rain. The boys all stood shivering at attention in the less sheltered parts of the bus, keeping watch out every window for signs of danger.
The rain then became interspersed with freezing stinging hail...
The tapping of hail on the bus started slowly, just little rat-tat-tats, but gradually built into a deafening roar of hail on metal. The visibility distance became somehow even worse, even though the dim grey light was slightly increasing over time.
Franklin was nearly purple with cold now, with hail hammering off his head. At this rate he wouldn't need his throat cut, he was close to freezing to death!
Yet still they waited, far too afraid to dare to leave the bus. The Night Lords were doubtless all around them by now, waiting for the moment that Sister Superior Clementine lowered her blade from Franklin's throat.
Franklin slumped, his freezing body was near the end of it's strength, his vision was going grey.
Sister Superior Clementine supported his weight, and commanded 5 of the boys to go find broken branches from the fallen tree, to drape over the roof to provide some shelter.
The boys did not hesitate to exit the bus, and ran off into the obscuring hail and downpour towards the tree, disappearing from sight. The people on the bus waited a long time, but the 5 boys never returned...
Franklin was barely even conscious now, he was so terribly cold! He was too weak to even shiver anymore!
Fear filled Franklin's delirious heart, if he died of hypothermia then the nuns would all be instantly killed or worse! He had to protect them, he had to stay alive to stay the Night Lords' hands!
"I must speak," Franklin stammered, despite not having permission to speak.
"Then speak child, what is so urgent that you break discipline to speak?" Sister Superior Clementine said with calm authority.
"I will die of hypothermia if I don't get shelter soon, and then all of you will be murdered or worse! For the sake of the nuns I must remain alive," Franklin said in a chattering cold voice.
"Very well child, we will move to the front right corner of the bus, where the roof gives the most shelter," Sister Superior Clementine commanded.
"Yes Sister Superior," Franklin chattered submissively.
Several nuns left their shelter in the corner, so Franklin and Sister Superior Clementine could huddle down out of the rain, Franklin felt bad seeing his precious nuns now shivering under the rain, but their lives depended on his survival.
Wonderfully warm nuns huddled against him as he was moved to shelter, so warm that it was orgasmic. Their soaking wet habits were clinging tightly to their skin, showing off their highly feminine contours and curves, and they were pressing these pleasing wet curves against his skin!
Warmth and pleasure flooded his cold body, he was sandwiched against tightly huddling nuns! Their wet grey robes were see through in the growing light!
Oh the Emperor! He could see their brasseries!
Franklin became erect faster than ever before in his life! He had never been sandwiched against soaking wet nuns with visible brasseries before! Golden Throne!
Oh by his Holy Name, Franklin sure was being warmed up REAL fast by this situation! Oh Emperor so much wet nun skin on skin!
He wondered if they would be kind enough to cane him...
"Oh dear my Franklin, what thoughts you have in your mind! You almost made me blush!" The psychic female voice from before spoke in his mind with a giggle.
Franklin tensed at this trespass in his mind, a chaos psyker was defiling his mind!
"I'm not "defiling" anything! Dear Slaanesh, Franklin! That was really rude!" The female voice rebuked him crossly.
Franklin felt his mind become submissive at the sound of a female voice rebuking him, a lifetime of automatic submission to all females giving him no protection at all to resist her! He was horrified to near nausea to feel his demeanour becoming so submissive to this chaos witch!
"You are a very naughty boy Franklin! Naughty boys are SEVERELY punished with hard spankings!" The voice said with wonderfully strict authority!
Franklin thrilled with yearning, he wanted this so badly!
"I have a HUGE whip with your name on it young man! A massive MASSIVE whip, covered in spikes! You want to be whipped with my huge spiky whip you naughty boy?" The voice said with wonderfully stern authority.
Franklin wanted her whip, oh by the Golden Throne he wanted it so BADLY!
"You know where I am gonna whip you Franklin?" The voice asked dominantly.
"Where?" Franklin couldn't help thinking.
"I am going to whip you right on your...
"FRANKLIN! You got your sin juice on my habit! Golden Throne why can't you learn to control your private parts! Ew it's all sticky!" a nun squawked disgustedly, snapping Franklin out of it.
Franklin realised with horror that he had the front of his trousers pulled down and actually had his sinful member bare in his hand! He had been so bewitched by the chaos psyker that he had been committing self abuse without realising it!
The nuns were all gasping in horror at what Franklin had just done! Murmuring in terrible dismay and disbelief.
"FRANKLIN! This is out of character even for you! And at such a time as this! You disgust me!" Mother Superior spluttered at him in outrage.
"It's the witchcraft of our foes, they are messing with his mind. Remember when the leader of the Raptors said that they had psykers reading Franklin's mind?, they are obviously using their psyker to manipulate his mind," Sister Superior Clementine announced loudly over all the protests.
"Witchcraft?! Oh those MONSTERS! LEAVE MY POOR LITTLE FRANKLIN ALONE YOU VILLAINS!" Sister Mary shouted out the window at the woods.
"They are trying to influence him with sorcery. I have seen this before, this is the foul work of a Slaaneshi psyker. The Night Lords must have one of these depraved sorcerers." Sister Superior Clementine warned darkly.
"By the Emperor! What should we do?" one of the nuns asked horrified.
"Be extremely vigilant of your thoughts, ALL of us must watch our thoughts very carefully. If you find yourself thinking about anything sexual or decadent, anything about ANYTHING that you find tempting, then tell everyone immediately." Sister Superior Clementine commanded sternly.
"I have a sinful thought Sister Superior Clementine," one of the boys said instantly.
"What is the thought," Sister Superior Clementine asked with foreboding.
The boy, whose name was Tim Johnson, pointed at the youngest and easily the most beautiful nun in the entire orphanage and said, "I can see Sister Pamela's brasserie through her wet habit. Every time I look at it I feel sinful enjoyment."
Sister Pamela immediately blushed and covered her chest with her arms. Sister Superior Clementine was taken aback.
"Do you get these feelings about Sister Pamela in the normal course of life before today?" Sister Superior Clementine asked to clarify.
"Yes all the time Sister Superior Clementine," Tim admitted obediently.
Sister Pamela squawked and blushed scarlet with embarrassment.
Almost all of the other boys then announced that they were also feeling exactly the same sinful thought that Tim was, and Sister Pamela was by now hiding behind other nuns to protect her modesty from the eyes of the boys.
Sister Superior Clementine tutted with annoyance and explained that boys enjoying looking at Sister Pamela's brasserie was far more likely the work of nature rather than Slaaneshi psykers.
Sister Superior Clementine then suddenly shook violently and screamed! Magenta lightning was arcing all around her head and she was having some sort of fit!
The sword dropped from her suddenly limp fingers and she dropped unconscious to the floor!
Harsh demonic laughter echoed from the woods all around them, so loud that it could be heard even over the hail!
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