Chapter 23(orphan)
A muscle in the side of Sister Mary's face was twitching violently as she lay under the sheets at the far side of Wendy and Octavia's ludicrously large bed. She had seen... Things...
The two "wives" were completely naked and entwined in each other's arms and legs, seemingly barely awake now and sleepily rubbing their bodies together in lazy motions, kissing deeply. Sister Mary just wanted them to stop already!
That bath earlier tonight had been... Well, the best word that really summed it up properly was, "Ew!"
By the Golden Throne these women were FILTHY!
Not just filthy but also LOUD!
And when Octavia had warned that Wendy "likes to tickle you while soaping you up in the bath", which on its own sounded innocuous enough, she had LEFT OUT the little detail that Wendy in fact HANDCUFFS you first! She handcuffs you in the bath and THEN tickles you with soapy fingers and scrubbing brushes until you WET YOURSELF!
Octavia had rescued Sister Mary from those handcuffs... Eventually... AFTER Sister Mary's bladder had already involuntarily emptied itself! It had been distressing, but compared to everything else she had already been through earlier... It REALLY wasn't a big deal in comparison!
These women really were out of their minds, they just took everything they did TOO FAR! For example, when NORMAL people brush their teeth, they don't get naked and smear the toothpaste all over themselves! And they DON'T put the toothbrush inside any other bodily openings either!
Well at least Wendy and Octavia were now VERY clean, the amount these women had soaped up and shampooed each other's handcuffed bodies had been excessive in the extreme! The two "wives" had taken it in turns being in the handcuffs, and had made each other howl with laughter as they scrubbed. And they had done MORE than just wash each other... They apparently REALLY enjoyed their bath times together! Disgraceful harlots!
The pair had even gotten out of the bath briefly, and then rammed water hoses up each other's bottoms and flushed each other out! You don't even want to KNOW about HOW they went to the toilet together afterwards! They had both needed a shower followed by a second bath just to clean up the mess!
And Sister Mary had had to FOLLOW Octavia into every room! She had seen EVERYTHING, she had SMELLED everything! The sexual depravity really was unholy, no other word did it justice.
The pair had not even stopped doing highly sexualised activities since they first entered the bathroom! Dinner for instance had been a highly pornographic activity, involving phallic shaped vegetables that were not INITIALLY inserted into their mouths, but "toured" other openings first!
By the saints it had put Sister Mary off her dinner!
Sister Mary JUST wanted these two filthy lesbian harlots to STOP! How much sex did they even NEED!
Sister Mary then felt her sanity start to quake. Octavia was falling ASLEEP, and the sanity nourishing auras were starting to fall asleep with her! Oh no!
The aura was still present but was getting steadily weaker and shrinking in range. Sister Mary had little choice but to crawl closer as agony and insanity threatened to engulf her, and crawled desperately after the rapidly shrinking aura.
Sister Mary could feel the traumatised madness snapping at her heals as she scrambled over the bed towards the sleeping Octavia! Her continued sanity was in peril!
Sister Mary was now getting dangerously close to Octavia, right at the "event horizon" of her terrible lust aura! If she got any closer then she would find herself doing a sin! The last of the sanity nourishing aura was retreating into the danger zone!
What to do?, Waking Octavia might buy a little time, but Octavia couldn't remain awake indefinitely! But Sister Mary couldn't ENDURE to be without the comfort Octavia was feeding her tattered traumatised mind! This dilemma was IMPOSSIBLE! Emperor please help me!
"It's safe to touch her when she's asleep," Wendy's voice whispered sleepily from within the entwined pair of naked female bodies.
Sister Mary didn't even hesitate, scrambling into the danger area, hoping that Wendy wasn't lying. She could feel the nourishing aura of sanity building comfort radiating very weakly but steadily as she crawled right up to Octavia. The aura had stopped retreating and was MAINTAINING itself!
Sister Mary sighed in relief and cautiously touched Octavia's bare back with the palm of her hand. Absolutely nothing sinful happened. Wendy was right, Octavia was safe in her sleep.
Sister Mary very hesitantly lay down and spooned against the tangle of women, desperate to catch as much of the nourishing aura as possible. Wendy still had her eyes half open, not yet asleep, but she tolerated what Sister Mary was doing without objection.
"Do NOT wake her up, the moment she wakes, the lust aura wakes with her. She is currently fast asleep, we will be gripped by the lust aura instantly if she begins to stir," Wendy whispered in warning.
"I won't wake her, TRUST me that I don't want that!" Sister Mary whispered back.
"Please don't kill me in my sleep," Sister Mary added after a pause.
"Don't give me reason to and I won't." Wendy replied simply.
Sister Mary gazed at the sleeping Octavia thoughtfully and then carefully said, "you place great value on her."
"More than you can possibly imagine," Wendy confirmed.
"Cause of her looks?," Sister Mary asked.
"No, it's not like that at all. I GAVE her those looks, she was actually quite average looking when I first acquired her." Wendy whispered back.
"Really?," Sister Mary asked in genuine surprise.
"Really, for almost 3 decades I have been using every favour I possess to give her beauty worthy of the consort of a Chaos Champion, it hasn't been easy. Octavia has had extensive reconstructive and plastic surgery to get her the right physical shape, and I then used every ritual and demonic favour I could to take this shape and perfect it beyond the limitations of nature." Wendy explained.
"Why did you choose her?, Not for her mind surely," Sister Mary asked.
"I chose her for her extremely pleasant personality, I fell in love with who she is as a person. As for her mind, Octavia was originally more intelligent than she is now, no genius but still smart enough to get by. It was just unfortunately necessary to make a few little... Alterations, to her brain for me to be able to convert her to worship Slaanesh. Her faith in the Emperor was just too strong to defeat any other way...," Wendy whispered sadly.
Sister Mary's face became bright crimson with holy anger at these words, and only fear of waking Octavia kept her from exploding in yelling outrage!
"You... You EVIL...," Sister Mary whispered in fury.
"I know, but I had no other choice. I LOVE her. If she ever died without worshipping Slaanesh then we could never be together forever in the afterlife! And I know that I do divorce her occasionally, but I always want her back after a short separation, we will be together forever now," Wendy whispered, as though this somehow justified her horrific actions.
"Did she even LOVE you before you crippled her intellect?!" Sister Mary accused angrily.
"She did, she was my girlfriend back then, even as an Emperor worshipper she was a lesbian leaning bisexual with a clear preference for women. We were already romantically involved, by her own free will, but her religion was a problem in the relationship." Wendy whispered back defensively.
"So you crippled her mind to convert her!" Sister Mary hissed angrily.
"She is still herself and is SO much happier now, she used to be so unhappy before. She had all this toxic religious self hatred for being a lesbian, she was also EXTREMELY worried about me as her girlfriend being a Slaanesh Worshipper! But I preserved all the really good bits of her personality that I had fallen in love with, and ONLY pruned away some of the most difficult aspects." Wendy justified.
Sister Mary gasped, "that is one of the sickest things I have ever heard!"
Wendy had the decency to actually look embarrassed at this and gave a little guilty nod of agreement.
"I know that I did a very bad thing to the woman I love, it eats away at me sometimes. The guilt is hard to bear sometimes. I feel deeply responsible for her now, and I go to great lengths to protect her and keep her happy. That is why I made a deal with you, to protect her feelings from being hurt," Wendy whispered guiltily.
"I thought you did it to protect your marriage?," Sister Mary whispered confused.
"Octavia might leave me for a while, but not forever. Any damage to my marriage will be temporary. What I fear more is just that she will cry and feel deeply hurt. I CARE about her and feel very protective of her. I will KILL to protect her from getting upset." Wendy warned dangerously.
"But how did you even meet?," Sister Mary pressed.
Wendy looked away in guilt for a moment before sighing and speaking.
"She was part of the spoils of war. She was born in a small hill tribe on the Imperial Planet of Harold's Reach, a rather dull Civilised World. Octavia's entire tribe was captured by our Night Lords, and then...," Wendy trailed off.
"And then?," Sister Mary pressed.
Wendy looked ashamed and said, "And then Octavia's entire tribe was raped to death by Night Lords. Octavia was the only member of the tribe to survive the rape. Her son Augusta was conceived during this systematic rape, paternity tests show that my brother Luke is the father..."
Sister Mary stared at the peacefully sleeping Octavia with the deepest of pity. The poor thing...
"Our Daemon Princess Matriarch was then given the badly raped Octavia as a gift from Luke, to be her slave. The Matriarch then did subsequently also have sex with Octavia a little later, but mostly just put her to work in gruelling slave labor, keeping her alive."
"She still worshipped the Emperor at this time despite everything that had happened to her, she gave birth to Augusta, and gradually settled down enough to try dating in between her slave labor shifts. She hooked up with this captured Emperor worshipping grox of a man who raped her so much that she was put off men. She reluctantly joined in with the local lesbian scene on the ship, to only a very limited degree as her slave labor shifts were very long each day. Well I already knew her by the time she was ready to start dating girls and... Well, you get the idea." Wendy whispered nostalgically.
"But the way you two carry on, SURELY no worshipper of the Emperor would do such vile acts!" Sister Mary whispered insistently.
"I toned it down when we were dating, but Octavia was always kinky. She is a hardcore tickle fetishist, even back when she worshipped the Emperor. Not too many Emperor worshipping girls are into that, so she was forced to date Chaos women to find girls that are into it."
"I used to make her sleep in handcuffs and just tickled her around the clock, got her excused from her slave duties and just made her my 24/7 tickle torture toy, she was just so madly into it that she even tolerated our religious differences. As long as I kept her too busy laughing to talk, our faith differences were never a problem. But when we talked it could get really rough at times."
"She did love me, she told me many times that she loved me. She said that she wanted the relationship, her love for me was always beyond doubt. I fell madly in love with her and I guess I got a bit overly possessive...," Wendy whispered sincerely.
"Only a "bit" over possessive?! You gave her brain surgery so that she would drop a religious belief that threatened the relationship!" Sister Mary hissed in outrage.
Wendy's pale face blushed crimson with a look of deep shame, terrible guilt written in her body language.
"You do this to your own so called WIFE, but you have the nerve to judge Franklin?!" Sister Mary condemned sternly.
To Sister Mary's surprise, tears started running down Wendy's face. She looked genuinely penitent!
Emperor could it be?!
"You are right...," Wendy hissed and started sobbing.
"As I told you, you only needed faith..." A wonderful holy voice whispered in Sister Mary's mind!
Sister Mary thrilled with faith, the Emperor had sent her on this most winding of paths, to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right time saying exactly the right things! This was divinely ordained!
"YOU ARE RIGHT!" Wendy howled loudly with grief.
Sister Mary then suddenly found her mouth on Octavia's... Ew!
"Wendy?, Why are you crying?," Octavia's fully woken up voice sounded in concern...
Ew! Sister Mary scrambled away from the lust aura, no longer needing to be so close to Octavia to draw sustenance.
Wendy just kept sobbing loudly, and hugging the confused Octavia for dear life.
***...
Franklin was astonished to see his mother Wendy Sevenson standing naked outside his cell with tears in her eyes. She was flanked on all sides by large numbers of deeply submissive looking Night Lords and heretic women. What was going on?
Wendy gazed in at Franklin and then exploded in howling sobs, thumping on the glass with grief!
"My son... WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU! I am EVIL!" Wendy wailed, sliding down to her naked knees in sobbing repentance.
"You are forgiven! Oh my son I am so SORRY! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" Wendy cried.
"I'm FORGIVEN?!" Franklin exclaimed in wonder.
"All forgiven. No more punishment, I'm the boss here and I declare, Franklin is forgiven!" Wendy pronounced with sobbing authority.
"Yes Mistress Wendy," the entire assembly of Night Lords and heretic women said obediently.
Franklin was then silently crying too, crying tears of joy and gratitude at this completely unexpected turn of events.
His sinful mother was showing REPENTANCE! The Emperor had somehow moved even HER sinful heart! Franklin was absolutely delighted!
The cell door was then sliding open with a hydraulic hiss, and Franklin's COMPLETELY NAKED beautiful mother was running inside to hug him...
Wet patch...
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