Chapter 10(orphan)
Sister Mary squirmed frantically in her tight ropes, shrieking into the gag in her mouth as a Night Lord carried her over his shoulder through the dark woods like a piece of meat!
All around her were the bound and gagged forms of the others on the bus, all being carried away through the forest by Night Lords!
She screamed into her gag again!
"Silence cowardly woman! You will not be harmed. You are to be a member of Franklin's new harem of concubines!" The Night Lord snapped nastily in a horrible demonic voice.
Sister Mary struggled all the harder to escape her bonds, this could NOT be happening!
"Continue to provoke me and I just might make you one of MY concubines!" The Night Lord warned her horribly.
Sister Mary gulped with dread, and forced herself to be still, the threat being given to her was so horrific that she dare not provoke such a horrible fate!
"That's better! Learn your place and your new master Franklin will doubtless treat you well, you exist to pleasure your master now!" The Night Lord laughed nastily.
Sister Mary sobbed with grief, and let herself be carried without being difficult. She needed to get to Franklin somehow, needed to save him from being dragged off to hell! This was just so utterly horrible!
"Leave my nuns alone you MONSTERS! Untie them right NOW!" Franklin's voice could be heard shouting in outrage.
"Be calm brother, we will not harm your harem. These women are now your personal property, as our gift to you, they will go on delighting you with whips and canes as much as you like, they are your new slaves!" The voice of the flying giant said placatingly.
"Take us all back to the orphanage, you nun murderer! I don't WANT to go with you!" Franklin's voice screamed angrily.
"I am truly sorry for killing your woman brother, this operation was admittedly a rushed affair, we lacked important intelligence about your relationship to those nuns. Had I known they were essentially your own sadomasochistic harem then I never would have harmed that nun. I am really sorry Franklin," the giant replied with genuine apology in his harsh demonic voice.
"Take us BACK!" Franklin demanded.
"Peace brother, you have had a great ordeal. We will rest soon, you will feel better after a sleep. Your nuns will be brought to you at camp, for your pleasure, you will feel better after your harem soothes you," the giant said apparently reassuringly.
Sister Mary relaxed slightly at these words, they would be stopping soon and she would be reunited with Franklin. It was a small mercy at least, the small mercy she needed right now.
Franklin seemed far from impressed by this reassurance, and just kept demanding that they all be returned unharmed to the orphanage.
"You have been brainwashed brother. In time you will see the truth for yourself, and you will thank me for this rescue, but for now I really must insist that you obey me. I promise that in time you will be given total freedom." The giant insisted firmly.
Franklin's further protests were ignored, and the march simply continued through the trees.
Sister Mary had never been in the forest on foot before, certainly not this deep inside. The Night Lords moved with incredible speed on foot through this forest landscape, and had easily traveled 20 miles already!
She didn't know exactly where they were anymore, but it must surely be miles from the road. The Night Lords seemed to know where they were going at least, no doubt guided by some dark heretical witchcraft of some sort.
It was just so dark in this forest, the thick leaves and branches above seemed to swallow up so much light that it was almost supernatural. The forest floor was thick with soggy wet leaves, with strange funguses growing out of the leaf litter in places, making miniature forests of pale white stalks.
Animal droppings were everywhere in the leaf litter, of many different types and sizes, but mostly hajsnip dung. Hajsnips were by far the most numerous herbivores in this forest, not the only by any means, but more common than any other type. They had such hardy digestive systems that they could live virtually completely on just leaf litter, though they preferred soft grasses when they could get them. The forest was infested with hajsnips, always had been.
What was more worrying than hajsnips was all the carnivores that ATE the hajsnips! These hajsnips were big animals, and their predators were even bigger!
Somewhere in this forest lurked huge carnivorous monsters, like the dreaded sarjops, ferocious gohups, and lethal terwooges! All huge hungry things with terrible razor sharp teeth! Things that ate people as small snacks!
It was actually very fortunate for their survival right now that they were being escorted through this forest by a heavily armed band of space marines, these were about the only ones who COULD keep them safe in here! If the Night Lords simply abandoned them in this forest then they would all soon become lunch!
Gunfire raged yet again from the front vanguard of the column, and she heard the loud bellowing moo of a sarjop in pain. The moo became deafening, and the sarjop could be heard crashing away through the forest floor to escape the bolter fire that had merely caused it non lethal pain!
Sister Mary shuddered, they would be SO DEAD right now without these Night Lords!
The band of trigger happy Night Lords continued through the dark forest, firing on any wildlife on sight. From the look of all the looted Sisterhood bolters, and the large boxes some of the Night Lords carried between them, labeled "sacred boltgun ammunition, property of the Chamber Militant Order of the Painful Path", it was obvious that they had been helping themselves to the guns and ammo from the checkpoints and orphanage garrison barracks, and had no shortage of firepower to fire at wildlife.
Dead hajsnips littered the ground now, as the psychotic vanguard gunned them down indiscriminately. Obviously a herd was in this area, and the Night Lords were callously using them for target practice. It was horrible to see so many innocent creatures killed so senselessly! The monsters!
The bodies got thicker and thicker until the band stopped outside a cluster of body choked hajsnip burrow entrances. Night Lords all around were butchering the carcasses and cutting up firewood with chainsaw weapons. It looked like they were making camp.
"Come brother, we shall make shelter in the hajsnip burrow. Plenty of meat to make a fine meal over a fire. Your women will be brought to you, we can fashion canes for them if you wish, they will pleasure you," the giant announced cheerfully.
Sister Mary was then carried out of the cold dripping of the forest, out of the cold air, and into a rather smelly hajsnip burrow.
It was dark inside but surprisingly spacious, with high wide caverns and tunnels burrowed right through rock and tree roots by the extremely hard digging barbs on the hajsnip hooves. These things could burrow through even concrete if given motivation and enough time, and made huge burrows to protect their calves from predators, guarding the entrances with their lethal horns.
The dead hajsnips all over the burrow floor had gaping gunfire wounds, unable to protect their burrow despite their horns, they had just been no match for modern firepower the poor things! She saw dead hajsnip calves everywhere, it was so horrible!
Sister Mary was then placed on the floor of the burrow, alongside a growing huddle of other bound and gagged nuns. Sister Superior Clementine was on the other side of the room, extremely well bound and gagged in her power armour, her weapons all removed. She was bound fast with steel cables, and despite considerable struggles she clearly couldn't move.
The Night Lords started piling up the collected damp wet timber in a massive pile in the middle of the huge burrow cavern, as if to make a fire. Sister Mary thought them mad if they expected that wet stuff to actually burn!
A Night Lord with a melta gun quickly proved how wrong she was, Golden Throne that was HOT!
With the fire blazing merrily now, Franklin and the other boys were brought into the burrow to shelter. The boys were all bound and gagged like the nuns, but Franklin was completely free and unbound, being treated like the long lost brother he was.
The other boys were put to one side out of the way, but Franklin was sat down right in the midst of the nuns, and told to do whatever he pleased to their bodies! Golden Throne!
The nuns all looked at Franklin with fearful pleading eyes, scared of what he might do to them! If he chose to do something untoward to them right now, there wasn't a thing they could do to stop him! Sister Mary looked at her little boy Franklin pleadingly, urging him with her eyes to do the right thing and resist whatever foul temptations the heretics might be bewitching him with! Please Franklin don't do it!
To the nuns considerable relief, Franklin simply untied and ungagged them all, and submissively knelt before them, awaiting orders. Thank the Emperor that he was so decent! A less decent boy might have been tempted to raped them all! No fear of that with Franklin it seemed, thank the Emperor!
Sister Mary quickly got Franklin to sit right in the middle of all the nuns, and just snuggled with him for comfort, putting on a show of cooperation as the Night Lords gazed at the nuns expectantly. She fearfully wrapped her arms around Franklin and kissed his hair in a show of obedience.
Franklin certainly looked extremely comfortable in this tight huddle of nuns, and the Night Lords seemed satisfied, at least for the moment. The Night Lords started setting up the butchered meat of hajsnips on wooden spits over the fire, and the burrow cavern filled with the delicious smell of roasting meat.
Sister Mary swallowed hungrily, she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday and was ravenously hungry. She badly needed to eat something soon before she fainted.
"I need to go to the toilet please," Sister Pamela announced suddenly.
Come to think of it, Sister Mary did too.
"Feel free, the floor is right there," the giant chuckled indulgently.
"You want me to go on the floor! In front of everyone!" Sister Pamela stammered in horror.
"Yep, if it's a piss at least. If you need to shit then I guess we can take you outside. Use plenty of leaves to wipe, can't have reeking concubines for my brother, I want you scrubbed up and smelling nice for him," the giant commanded.
"Yes please, it is the second type, I very badly need to go!" Sister Pamela begged urgently.
"Shit, how many of you need to shit?" The giant inquired.
All of the nuns cautiously raised their hands, including Sister Mary. They all had strictly trained morning bowel movements at the same time early each morning, and had been uncomfortably holding it in for many hours.
A quick inquiry found that all the boys needed to go too, as did Sister Superior Clementine...
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Night Lord Chaos Raptor Augusta Antony Sevenson growled with annoyance as he watched the nuns poo, it was not in his usual job description to watch people go to the toilet!
The smell was quite awful, these nuns desperately needed to change their diet, absolutely foul!
The nuns each had a rope tied firmly around their necks, the ends of the ropes all held in the hands of Augusta or another one of the Night Lords. The Night Lords were not stupid, they were not about to let the nuns outside without a rope to yank them back if they tried to flee. The nuns were seemingly not stupid enough to try any funny business right now, very wise nuns.
When the nuns were finished and cleaned up, Augusta led them back into the burrow, the boys were to go next, and he wasn't even sure how they would toilet the uncooperative Sister of Battle. Augusta decided that this could be someone else's problem, he had had enough of playing potty guard!
Franklin had already gone in the leaf litter earlier during the long march through the forest, as he had been unbound and free to do so, and he was simply sitting waiting where his harem had left him. The nuns had their necks untied and they fearfully returned to huddle around their master like obedient concubines should. Augusta nodded approvingly.
Augusta let other members of the war band supervise the rest of the toilet duties, and kept a watchful eye on Franklin and his harem. He did not trust any of them to behave unless he watched them, Franklin least of all.
Franklin was gazing with submissive adoration at his nuns, obviously completely obsessed with them, his face showing obvious anxiety for their safety. With his nuns held hostage like this Franklin had not tried to escape on the entire march through the forest, the psyker reports insisted that he would never abandon these nuns, making him extremely cooperative, at least not counting his constant whining.
This was just as well, they still had a long journey ahead of them to reach the extraction point.
Augusta didn't like all of this foot slogging, he hadn't become a Raptor so that he could hike through forests like this! Where was his sister Egg when they NEEDED her! With her extraordinary psychic powers they could have just extracted Franklin from his bed without any ground fighting at all!
Well his most powerful super psyker sister Egg Sevenson wasn't here, and she wasn't coming. The family had had a major falling out with her a few years ago, and they were lucky to even see her anymore. She wasn't exactly hostile towards them, just largely estranged, didn't want much to do with them ever since that greater daemon of Slaanesh had become a permanent addition to the war band. Not after what it did to her...
Augusta pushed this bitter family memory out of his mind and focused. Without their super psyker they had had to go back to basics, to actually put in the hard work to achieve victories. They were still Night Lords, they still had Violet and Hyacinth and a few other averagely powerful Slaaneshi psykers up in orbit to provide psychic intel and mess with minds from afar. The girls were not overly powerful, but working together as a choir they had with great difficulty been able to incapacitate the Sister of Battle.
They had the people and the skills to fight their own battles, they had everything they needed to extract Franklin back to the hidden ship in orbit, the chaos tetrarch heavy lander shuttle was hidden under heavy camouflage in the extraction point. They just had to do a bit of walking to get to it and then home sweet home.
Mother and Father were waiting up in orbit, guarding the ship against sudden boarding attacks if the Imperial Navy discovered them hiding in an orbital gas cloud. They would be so pleased to get Franklin back again. They had wanted to come down to the planet with the strike force, but they were the best fighters in the war band and the ship was the only lifeline to escape this planet, they had been forced to remain onboard to guard the escape.
Just a few days march and they could leave this miserable planet for good. This dismal cold wet ball with its thick forests, obnoxious feral wildlife and appallingly wet weather. The sooner they left this world the better.
Augusta sighed and carefully watched Franklin in his harem. They weren't exactly doing much, just cuddling with him in a tight huddle. Augusta hadn't exactly been expecting them to do much given the situation, but he still felt a bit disappointed for Franklin's sake that they weren't doing anything particularly exciting.
Augusta picked through the big pile of kindling beside the fire, and got a selection of long flexible sticks that looked about the right size. He then used a bladed fingertip of his deactivated lightning claw to whittle them into a number of makeshift canes.
He stomped over to the harem of nuns and dropped the canes on the floor in front of them.
"Pleasure your master, concubines," Augusta commanded, pointing at the canes.
"This is sick! He is only 12 years old!" One of the nuns protested.
"That never stopped you before, start caning him!" Augusta commanded...
***...
Franklin had quite a lot of new wet patches in the front of his pants by the time the hajsnip meat was ready to eat, those nuns had agonisingly caned him like he had never been caned before! He was not sure how much more temptations he could endure!
He was desperate to remain pure and faithful in the Emperor's sight, but the temptations on offer were almost unbearable! On offer before him was EVERYTHING, absolutely everything he desired, all the nuns all to himself, forced to delight him with pain for ever and ever!
He could recreate his wonderful life in the orphanage when they took him to the chaos hells, only this time he would not have to graduate in 6 years time, it would be FOREVER! Forever getting to enjoy his nuns all to himself, never having to share them with other boys, just having every nun in the entire orphanage constantly punishing and dominating him, all together at the same time!
He would have not just one nun scourging him in the rack, but EVERY nun whipping him together all at the same time! It was his wildest dream!
Franklin silently prayed desperately to the Emperor, to deliver him from temptation! He needed all the strength the Emperor could give him to not give in to these terrible promises of chaos!
Please Emperor! Please deliver us! Please take away these terrible temptations! Oh Emperor PLEASE! I NEED YOU!
The Emperor did not give any sign of reply.
Franklin felt sick with temptation, as his wonderful nuns huddled tightly all around him, fully clothed but still pressing against his skin. He must find some way of enduring this, to remind himself that the Emperor would rescue them if only they kept their faith.
The Night Lords handed the nuns bits of roasted meat skewered on sharpened sticks as Franklin prayed, and Franklin felt Sister Mary gently kiss his head and put food to his mouth.
Franklin obediently took a bite of the deliciously juicy meat, and Sister Mary took a bite of her own, sharing the meal with him.
Franklin was terribly terribly hungry, and this meat tasted SO much better than the ice cold foul tasting slop the orphanage made the children eat as a punishment! Pleasure filled him as he ate this delicious meat, and his great hunger made this pleasure all the greater! How could ANYTHING taste THIS good!
Sister Mary put the meat to his mouth once again, meat that she had just taken a bite out of, meat that had made contact with her wonderful saliva! Franklin closed his mouth over this meat, imagining the saliva of his nun entering his mouth, and he burned with terrible passion!
Franklin bit into the delicious meat, and felt the most incredible pleasure fill him from the wonderful taste, this was so SENSUAL!
The nuns were pressed warmly against his skin all around, he could feel their thin layers of soft feminine fat beneath their conservative habits, feel their every breath, the beating of their hearts. He could smell them, the subtle odours of their bodies under their clothes, the slightly stale fragrances of yesterday's feminine shampoos and deodorants, the wonderful smell of the food they were eating.
Sister Mary hand fed him another bite of the wonderful delicious meat, and he felt the most intense waves of pleasure and comfort. He felt intensely comfortable just being in such close proximity to his nuns, especially after that wonderful caning. It was purest bliss!
Franklin wondered if the Emperor's afterlife would feel like this? Was this what heaven felt like?
He hoped so, this would make a truly blissful eternity.
Sister Mary took another bite, getting saliva on the meat, and Franklin basked transfixed in her presence. She put the meat back to his mouth, and he sucked at it greedily, desiring her exquisite nun saliva in his mouth, bewitched with strange passions.
Everything around him had a deep seduction to it, relaxing his tired mind, lulling him to just give in to the wonderful pleasures that were freely offered. Just stop resisting, just give in, it will feel wonderful, it will be so blissful...
Franklin snapped back to his senses! This was more witchcraft! I will brook no trespass! This mind is closed and small and tidy, you shall not enter here!
The psychic voice of the one who called herself Violet spoke in his mind yet again.
"You will give in eventually, why fight it?, I promise you that it will feel good, you are only delaying yourself great pleasure, pleasure that you will feel eventually, no matter how hard you fight."
"You know in your heart that you are at your core a creature of Slaanesh, you have always known it. You knew from earliest childhood that you were not like other boys, you knew that you enjoyed pain, enjoyed submitting to female domination. You have tried so hard to be something you're not, and you know in your heart of hearts that it's not working."
"You were born to be a Sevenson Night Lord, to be sadomasochistic like a Sevenson Night Lord, to get off on pain and fear like a Sevenson Night Lord, to worship the four Undivided Chaos powers but Slaanesh chief among them, like a Sevenson Night Lord."
"You are a Sevenson, a "breeder" as other members of the Night Lords Legion call us. Slaanesh has blessed our menfolk Space Marines with an unnatural fertility, unlike other Space Marines, OUR men are FERTILE, and oh how we breed! Other war bands must recruit to find new boys to turn into chaos space marines, not us, we BREED our new recruits from our own loins!"
"From the moment you were born, you were destined to become a chaos space marine, you BELONG to us, you are our PROPERTY! We have come to return that which was stolen from us, the Emperor had no RIGHT to steal you from us!" She declared.
Franklin suddenly felt a holy rage fill his mind, a rage that was not his, a rage that carried a profoundly divine power with it, not his own, something from a holy and sacred source. Courage and righteous fury filled him, and he felt words not his own filling his mind in response.
"The Night Lord Legion originally BELONGED to the Emperor, TRAITORS! You Night Lords are HIS SONS! HIS blood runs through your gene seeds! You are all HIS property, STOLEN by CHAOS!"
"For generations you Sevensons have bred like vermin, murdering the Emperor's servants, kidnapping and impregnating women faithful to the Emperor to breed more Night Lords, to fight against the Emperor who MADE them!"
"Generations of the Emperor's PROPERTY, STOLEN by the chaos gods, and the Emperor you say has NO RIGHT to take JUST ONE back into His light!?"
"Put a Night Lord gene seed in Franklin, and he will serve the Emperor like a Night Lord of old, as a faithful son from back before the betrayal! Take him back to hell, and he will fight you in your own domain!"
"REPENT VIOLET SMITH, DAUGHTER OF SIGMUND AND TIGERLILY, FOR THE EMPEROR SEES YOU AND KNOWS YOUR NAME!" The holy thoughts roared to a climactic end through Franklin's mind.
"Holy FUCK! That didn't come from your mind Franklin! You don't know those details about me in your mind! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK! Was that HIM saying all that stuff!? Oh sweet merciful FUCK!" Violet's psychic voice babbled in fear in Franklin's mind!
"Shit I just fucking LITERALLY crapped my panties in fear from that shit! I didn't fucking sign up for this shit, I'm fucking gone!" Violet's voice stammered in terrible fear, then her presence was gone.
Franklin blinked in astonishment, the Emperor himself had just spoken through him as though he were a saint! Franklin had just heard HIS voice! The Emperor had not forsaken him!
A new heroic courage filled Franklin now, his fear was burned away, his temptations forgotten. The raw burning power of faith filled him, and he started to laugh with booming triumphant joy. With the Emperor as his strength, what power of hell could stand?
The nuns and heretics and everyone else was looking at him, they could sense the sudden change in him and even the Night Lords seemed spooked by this change.
"Violet?! What the fuck did you do to his brain! He's going mental down here!" The giant could be heard shouting anxiously into the vox of his defiled power armour helmet.
Franklin simply got up and walked over to where the Night Lords had piled up the looted weapons. He reached down and picked up Sister Superior Clementine's holy power sword, activating its crackling energy field and walking calmly up to his giant chaos Raptor brother.
"Franklin? What the fuck are you..."
Franklin swung the sword with sudden, blinding, faith strengthened speed, cutting through both of the giant's legs at the knees with a single stroke!
The giant roared with betrayal and outrage as he slammed to the ground from his severed legs with a loud crash. Everyone else in the room could not quite believe what just happened.
"I will gut you like you gutted my nun!" Franklin snarled and raised the sword to cut open his belly.
The giant's fire wings erupted with flame on the floor and he shot out of the burrow like a bullet before Franklin's strike could hit!
"Come back and face me you coward!" Franklin bellowed with holy rage.
"Shit Franklin! That was your own brother! Those nuns really fucked you up!" One of the Night Lords exclaimed in dismay, apparently unable to believe that a Sevenson would try to kill another Sevenson without provocation like that.
"You want to be gutted too?!" Franklin threatened the other Night Lords.
"By the dark gods, we are your FAMILY Franklin, I am technically your nephew! Stop trying to kill your own kin! This is madness!" The threatened Night Lord exclaimed with strange dismay in his demonic voice, backing away.
Franklin spun around in all directions, threatening the Night Lords. The Night Lords trained their weapons on him, but seemed very hesitant to fire. Franklin smiled at this hesitation and hurled himself towards them, swinging his sword wildly.
The Night Lords cursed and scrambled away out of the burrow, neither wishing to shoot him or be hacked to death with a power sword.
Franklin hurriedly cut away the steel cables binding Sister Superior Clementine, and freed the other boys from their bonds. They all gathered up weapons.
"You really are a fucking idiot Franklin," the harsh demonic voice of a Night Lord shouted down the entrance of a burrow, and a GRENADE flew into the burrow!
One of the boys leapt on top of the grenade without hesitation, heroically sacrificing his life to save the nuns!
A dull hiss erupted underneath him, just hissing continually, but no bang. Franklin was puzzled.
"THAT'S A SLEEPING GAS GREN..." Sister Superior Clementine began to shout but never finished.
"Fucking stupid," Franklin heard a Night Lord say as he blacked out.
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