Part 2

A Mother's Terror

Chapter 12(orphan)

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson sobbed herself hoarse as she clutched her precious little boy, her tears making her eyeliner streak all over her face. HE WAS BACK!

She was sobbing so hard that she could barely get a coherent word out, just making half formed choking sounds when she tried forming words.

HER BABY! HER LITTLE BABY!

Wendy clutched him all the harder, almost crushing him as she just sobbed with great big sobs of joy and relief to get him back!

TWELVE YEARS! TWELVE YEARS of heart rending pain and anxiety, as he was ABUSED and BRAINWASHED in a horrific Imperial facility!

Twelve years of nightmares and fears for his wellbeing. Twelve years of feeling the terrible sense of loss from having her own baby stolen from her by the psychotic Inquisition! Twelve years of cold sweats, crying, and stabbing grief!

Oh she just couldn't stop kissing his head to save her life right now! She couldn't stop hugging him for anything in the world! Her baby!

Wendy sobbed with all her might into her baby's hair, covering his hair with her heavy tears. Her whole body shook as she gasped in great big sobs of emotion, her baby boy was returned to her!

She clutched his head to her chest, threatening to suffocate him in her cleavage, and just wailed with joy! Her baby was back!

"Oh I LOVE you! I never stopped loving you! Oh my baby! My precious sweet BABY!" Wendy sobbed.

The hands of female relatives patted Wendy on the back soothingly as she made a huge scene crying like this at the welcoming party. Wendy just couldn't control herself, and kept sobbing with joy after these twelve years of terrible grief.

The last twelve years had been the worst years of her life, absolute hell. The grief had absolutely destroyed her. It had cost her one marriage, major personal problems, an emotional breakdown and ongoing psychological treatment. It had ripped out her heart and destroyed her life!

Wendy Sevenson was a Champion of Slaanesh, and the grief had been an interesting new pleasure... for a while, but only for a while. She had tried her best to enjoy the extreme emotion, and for a while she had savoured the extreme new feeling, until the novelty wore off, and the crushing grief remained...

For twelve long years the separation had tortured her, and not the fun kind of torture either. The torture of sleepless nights weeping long into the night as your marriage slowly implodes, the torture of knowing that he was not dead, but WORSE than dead, in the custody of the horrifying Imperium of Man!

It would have been better to know that he was dead, so she could find some closure, far kinder to her if he had died. But he had LIVED, and every minute for twelve years she had known that her baby was out there somewhere, having who knows what horrific things done to him!

This knowledge had nearly driven her mad! The knowledge that the sickest authoritarian regime in the history of the human race had HER BABY, and doing she knew not what to him! It was quite simply the most horrifying thing that could happen to any mother, to know that your baby was alive in the clutches of psychotic MONSTERS!

Wendy wept all the harder to hold him in her arms once again! Twelve long years of constantly praying to Slaanesh to rescue him from the monsters who imprisoned him! Twelve years of WAILING to Slaanesh in grief filled prayers, begging and pleading to keep her little boy safe! Oh the tears she had shed!

Her poor baby! Her poor sweet baby!

Wendy wasn't a bad person, at least not by the dubiously low moral standards of Champions of Slaanesh, well it depends on who you ask, but compared to someone like Lucius the Eternal, Wendy Sevenson looked like a righteous saint!

Wendy was an administrative Chaos Champion, as opposed to the more conspicuous battlefield types of chaos champions. While the more well known types of Chaos Champions waged war and killed people, the administrative Chaos Champions organised supplies and pushed around bits of paper to make everything work.

Her day was filled with crew assignment rosters, organising maintenance schedules, budget spreadsheets, supply inventories. She made sure they had everything from fuel to food, made sure the ammunition stocks were monitored, made sure that all the less killy stuff was taken care of.

She didn't kill people, she pushed paper. She was definitely sexual in the extreme, just as her religion expected her to be, but that didn't make her a monster or a murderer, enjoying sex wasn't a crime! She was a gentle hearted woman who happened to be a very devout worshipper of Slaanesh, but still at heart a woman and a mother, with a mother's love for her children...

"Oh Franklin I missed you TERRIBLY! Every day for TWELVE YEARS! Oh my precious baby!" Wendy sobbed with joy.

Wendy clutched her son to her chest protectively, unwilling to let go. Others wanted to greet Franklin, but Wendy wasn't ready to let go yet, holding him tightly to her breast as she just sobbed herself out with joy and relief.

"Come on Mum, loosen your grip a bit, you are just about suffocating the poor boy, ease down, no one is going to take him from you," Wendy's adult daughter "Bullwhip" Sevenson soothed gently.

Wendy didn't let go, but did let Bullwhip coax her into loosening her arms a bit so that Franklin was no longer suffocating in her cleavage.

Franklin looked completely shell shocked as his face emerged from between her black leather clad breasts, the stunned look on his face was so funny that Wendy couldn't help laughing softly with joy. It really was adorable.

Franklin's sisters were all gathered tightly around Wendy in a huddle of black leather dominatrix outfits, peering at their brother in curiosity and wonder. This was the first time they had seen him since he was a newborn baby, and they all wanted to get a closer look.

Franklin looked deeply in shock at the moment, but seemed extremely comfortable inside this huddle of females, looking quite submissive and calm. Wendy smiled proudly, what a submissive little angel! He was a Sevenson through and through!

The girls eventually coaxed Wendy into gradually letting go of Franklin, and squabbled with each other to be the one to cuddle their brother next. They wouldn't hurt him, their whips hung untouched at their belts, they just wanted to cuddle him as much as they could, overjoyed to have their brother back again.

That boy would be cuddled at least once by every girl in the entire extended family before this day was over, everyone just wanted to cuddle him up in their arms and fuss over him. Franklin's poor father Luke hadn't even got near him yet with all the crowds of girls wanting to cuddle him first!

Wendy adjusted her black leather outfit, rearranging her rather bulging cleavage, and straightened up the whips hanging from her belt. She wiped the messy tear streaks from her face with the aid of a hand mirror, and watched lovingly as her daughters cuddled and fussed over Franklin like a baby.

Wendy tried to give the girls their turn of cuddling Franklin, but she could only go a few minutes before she couldn't stand it anymore, and took him back from his sisters to resume cuddling him herself. She just couldn't help herself, she was too overcome with joy to have him back, she just couldn't stop hugging her precious child!

Franklin had not said a single word this entire time, just submissively letting females cuddle him and lead him around the room, totally silent. It was a bit creepy, but everyone was too happy to care. Maybe he was just shy?.. Wendy wasn't sure, but she got a vague feeling that something was off about him, a vague sense of uneasy foreboding... She quickly pushed this feeling out of her mind and focused only on her joy.

Eventually, after an excessively long cuddle, Wendy was coaxed into letting everyone else cuddle Franklin for a while, and went to a chair to sit with her once divorced once remarried on-again-off-again wife Octavia, watching Franklin from her chair as the girls all squabbled to cuddle and welcome Franklin. She felt the happiest she had felt in twelve years.

Octavia walked her fingers over Wendy's back, over the skin that her black leather outfit left bare at the back, and Wendy sighed with comfort.

"That feels so nice," Wendy sighed contentedly.

Octavia smiled with her ruby red lips and kept stroking her back the way she liked, putting her at ease.

"How does it feel to have him back finally?" Octavia inquired gently.

"Like my heart has been put back in my chest for the first time in twelve years. I really can't describe how happy this makes me, this whole nightmare is finally over." Wendy admitted with deep feeling and sighed.

"I'm glad my love," Octavia soothed sweetly.

"I just, oh I don't have words! You can't imagine how good it feels to have him back! Oh Slaanesh it is so wonderful to have my baby boy back again!" Wendy exclaimed with considerable feeling.

Octavia went quiet at this, and Wendy could sense something was wrong.

"Augusta?" Wendy asked gently.

Octavia nodded. Wendy put a comforting arm around Octavia's leather clad back, and gave her a comforting cuddle, Augusta was Octavia's son by Franklin's father Luke...

"He cut Augusta's legs off..." Octavia said quietly.

Wendy cuddled Octavia reassuringly and kissed her cheek comfortingly.

"I know. It's extremely bad. But don't blame Franklin, he has been brainwashed all these years. He's not culpable," Wendy said delicately.

"I don't know... I am going straight to see Augusta after this party, he is getting bionics," Octavia said quietly.

"I would come too, but I'm not ready to let Franklin out of my sight just yet. Sorry my love," Wendy said apologetically.

"I... I understand. I know that you can't leave his side right now. Be with your son, you've waited twelve years, you've certainly earned the right to not want him out of your sight for a while." Octavia said quietly.

"He's your son too Octavia, you are my wife, that makes him your kid too," Wendy said softly.

Octavia nodded uncertainly, seemingly unsure how she felt about this. Wendy leaned in and kissed her ruby red lips tenderly.

Octavia gave a little sigh of resignation and returned the kiss lovingly, giving Wendy's lips a painful little bite that thrilled her with masochistic pleasure. It was extremely tender and romantic...

"HOMOSEXUALITY IS A SIN! REPENT IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME!" a sudden outraged child's voice shouted with terrible condemnation!

Wendy broke from the romantic kiss with her wife to see Franklin glowering at her with a terrifying intensity in his eyes!

"REPENT OF THE SIN OF SODOMY!" Franklin roared with terrible zeal!

Wendy was horrified by this sudden outburst, she stammered in shock and uncertainty!

"REPENT OF THIS SINFUL HOMOSEXUALITY!" Franklin demanded furiously.

"But Franklin honey, I have been married on and off to Octavia for over 20 years! She's my wife!" Wendy explained desperately.

"HOMOSEXUAL PERVERSIONS! THE SANCTITY OF MARRIAGE SHALL NOT BE DESECRATED BY THIS SIN! REPENT OF THIS WICKEDNESS!" Franklin raged with terrifying fanaticism!

Wendy gaped at her son, unable to believe the homophobic hatred he was spewing at her!

"REPENT BEFORE THE EMPEROR YOU VILE PERVERTS!" Franklin demanded insistently.

Wendy started to cry, hurt to her core by these horrible words. How could he say such horrible things!

"CEASE AND REPENT!"

The room was in pandemonium by this stage as Franklin continued reducing Wendy to sobbing tears. People were shouting and yelling while others tried in vain to calm Franklin down.

Wendy gazed into those hate filled little eyes of his, eyes and face nearly identical to her own, the face of her son, something in those terrible eyes made her cower. There was more in those eyes than just her little boy, there was something else as well, something ancient and terrible, something that passionately despised her!

Wendy cowered away in terror from those eyes, sensing more and more the presence of something hostile and terrifying. It was a being of terrible burning light, LIGHT, the one thing that all those of Night Lord heritage feared most, LIGHT!

Wendy screamed in horror of this hideous light she sensed, and knocked over her chair as she crawled back weeping with fear! Franklin's face was the same, but in her mind it had transformed, into the blinding likeness of... Of... HIM!

It was the false emperor! Wendy shrieked half insane with terror, and crawled with all her might as the terrible being walked after her, roaring condemnation at her in HIS voice!

PLEASE SLAANESH HELP ME!

PLEASE HIDE ME FROM THE TERRIBLE LIGHT!

The tiny Emperor loomed over her, radiating terrible power, and she clutched her head and screamed in horror!

Long whips then shot out, wrapping around his neck and limbs, and the horrifying figure was yanked back away from the screaming Wendy.

The other women had tangled him up with their whips and were struggling to constrain the raging child.

Franklin was just a child once more, that terrible light seemed to have rescinded, at least temporarily, leaving Wendy weeping in terror on the floor.

Arms wrapped around Wendy tightly, and she was being cuddled by her wife and daughters. They were trying to calm her screams.

Wendy gazed in horror at her little boy, her SON, and felt the most horrifying dread.

The Imperium had taken her child, and put a monster in him!

Her boy! Her poor sweet baby boy!

What was she going to do?

Oh poor little Franklin!

***...