Chapter 47(orphan)
A few days later the ship was groaning loudly as Franklin only just held the terrible warp storms at bay. The Nightmare Asylum had now left behind the safely becalmed warp currents around the Cadia Gate, and once more the 3 most powerful of the 4 primary chaos gods were trying to destroy them with warp storms.
Franklin was standing on the command bridge of the ship, surrounded by fearful high ranking Sevensons and mutant psykers as he struggled to protect the ship from destruction.
In front of him was an immense 3 meter thick armoured viewing window, vast in dimensions, giving the bridge staff a clear view of the raging magenta warp storms outside. Behind Franklin was an arcane throne on which sat one of the numerous corrupted heretic navigators that took shifts piloting the ship through the warp, and this throne was protected by its own void shield, and flanked by a small bodyguard squad of Night Lord terminators who protected the navigator throne at all times.
"DIE SEVENSONS!" A chorus of 3 distinct mighty voices bellowed in harmony with each other through the substance of the warp, so powerful that the words could be heard audibly!
Franklin was driven to his knees as he struggled to channel more of the Emperor's holy power through himself, struggling to maintain his faith.
The act of being forcibly raped by his own father had greatly shaken Franklin's faith, if he couldn't fight a mortal man then how could he possibly fight the gods themselves?!
Franklin's power weakened greatly with his doubt, and alarm sirens wailed throughout the ship as the Gellar Field was attacked!
"(Squawk)... Stop doubting... You FOOL!" Hyacinth shrieked at him from the choir of mutant psykers she was leading.
Franklin jolted out of his doubts, and redoubled his faith desperately.
The sirens ceased as the warp storm was once more kept back, the Emperor's hatred of the chaos gods giving Franklin the power to wrestle them back.
"YOU WILL TIRE EVENTUALLY!" The gods hatefully proclaimed, sapping his faith with the obvious truth of this statement.
The storm was barely being kept off the Gellar Field now, and Franklin screamed with effort as he willed himself to have the required faith.
Franklin was exhausted from many hours of fighting this storm, and the journey still had MONTHS to go before they reached their destination! This was impossible!
Sirens wailed again as doubts engulfed Franklin's mind, and he struggled futilely to maintain his faith in the presence of his despair.
"Dropping out of warp masters!" The twisted chaos navigator croaked in urgent warning.
A circle of blackness and stars suddenly opened in front of the Nightmare Asylum, and the ship shot through it into the safety of real space!
Franklin collapsed to the floor in grateful exhaustion, gasping with fatigue.
"Where are we now?!" Wendy arrogantly demanded.
"Approximately 159 light years south of the southern extremity of the Cadia Gate Mistress Wendy, the cogitators are still calculating our exact coordinates from the star positions, but we appear to be in deep space far from any solar systems." One of the grovelling heretic women mewled.
"Only 159 light years?! FUCK! It will take YEARS to get home at this rate!" Wendy raged.
"What the fuck happened to your powers Franklin!" His father Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson roared wrathfully.
"(Squawk)... YOU did... This Father! (Squawk)... Your rape... DESTROYED his faith!" Hyacinth angrily condemned the chaos lord.
"The pathetic maggot tried to murder me!" Luke defended.
"(Squawk)... You can't... RAPE as... (Squawk)... SELF DEFENCE! (Squawk)... And you... Know it!" Hyacinth protested in outrage.
"Your brother NEEDED to be humbled, he was arrogant beyond control," Luke argued defensively in his deep snarling demon voice.
"(Squawk)... Well CONGRATULATIONS... It WORKED! (Squawk)!" Hyacinth exclaimed sarcastically.
"Shit... Well I only wanted to humble his hubris not his faith. I didn't think his faith would be effected," Luke said regretfully.
"(Squawk)... Faith ... IS HUBRIS! (Squawk)... Only with... The HEIGHT... (Squawk)... Of hubris... Can one... (Squawk)... Oh damn this... Speech impediment! (Squawk)... I'll write... It down!" Hyacinth squawked exasperatedly.
Hyacinth got a pen and paper and scribbled furiously, handing the paper to her father Luke when she was done.
"I see, I see. Well what do we do about this?" Luke said after reading the paper.
Hyacinth scribbled another reply, leaving Franklin with no way of following the dialogue on Hyacinth's side.
Wendy steered her electric wheelchair over to in front of Franklin, facing him, and leaned forward to speak where he sat panting on the floor.
"You need to pull yourself together quickly Franklin, Imperial space is not a good place for a chaos battleship to tarry long. The servants of the Emperor will not differentiate between chaos worshippers and you and your nuns when they shoot!" Wendy warned gravely.
"I am trying my best Mother," Franklin assured her.
"Will these warp storms continue the entire trip?," Sister Mary asked apprehensively.
"I cannot say with certainty, the Matriarch will be right now sacrificing multitudes of souls to the other 3 powers to appease them into eventually forgiving us, but it might take a long time to sacrifice enough souls," Wendy replied grimly.
Franklin and his nuns all stared at Wendy in horror! "Sacrificing souls!?" They all blurted out as one.
"Yes, hundreds of millions if not more. Not all will be human, the Matriarch controls many breeding and cloning facilities that grow many different species for sacrifice, including Orks, Tyranids, Eldar, Humans and many other races specifically as sacrifices," Wendy explained quietly.
"Oh blessed Emperor PLEASE let all the sacrifices be merely filthy xenos races! No human should be so cruelly used!" Sister Mary stammered pleadingly.
"Well either way, the price to pay for the worship debt of Lavender Furnace will be extremely steep, and won't be paid off quickly. The Matriarch is going to be REALLY angry about this!" Wendy said nervously.
"What will your Matriarch do to you and the rest of us onboard?," Mother Superior asked grimly.
"It might be a bit... Painful... But she won't kill us or do anything permanently harmful to us. We have enough precious metals in the hold to improve her mood somewhat, more than enough to reimburse her for everything we have cost her. We will be ok," Wendy said hopefully.
"I will try harder Mother, I will get us safely to our port of safety," Franklin promised.
***...
Franklin grinned frantically as his nuns stroked his ears at dinner that night in his sister Mandy's home, as always not permitted to focus on enjoying the taste of his food.
Franklin kept still and disciplined throughout this aggravating torture, eating with disciplined motions no matter how unendurable the sensation in his ears became.
Mandy had set up a lot of extra tables and chairs to make room for them all at dinner, filling several rooms, a lot of the tables and chairs were clearly bondage furniture by design and simply being repurposed for this more wholesome use.
As Mandy's brother, Franklin was permitted to sit with her family at the original dining table, and the nuns took it in turns moving back and forth in little shifts to ensure that Franklin had not a second of peace as he ate.
Franklin's sister Mandy was gazing at Franklin's obvious discomfort with a look of sick hungry fascination. She was dressed in a shamefully tight pink thin latex outfit that didn't even hide the outlines of her nipples through the tightly stretched rubber fabric. She was apparently Franklin's sister, but he couldn't see the family resemblance at all, though she was clearly mixed race so it was hard to tell.
Around Mandy sat her children and their slave nannies, and on the floor eating out of a bowl like an animal was her husband Tim, just visible from where Franklin sat.
Tim was wearing only a highly unflattering black latex male version of the female "G string" undergarment, with a narrow ribbon of latex flossing between the cheeks of his bottom, and just enough latex at the front to fully cover his sinful limb and gonads! The abundant skin left bare by this attire was savagely bruised and injured, clear signs of daily physical torture at the hands of Mandy.
Tim caught Franklin's gaze, and the pair of submissive males sized each other up. Tim had always openly distrusted Franklin, and seemed to deeply resent Franklin's mere presence in his home.
The nuns on his ears quickly distracted Franklin, and he broke eye contact first, his ears tingling unbearably from the persistent extreme tickle from his nuns.
Franklin was so used to this treatment after months of daily hours of ear stroking that he didn't even think about it much anymore. This was just his daily routine, a punishing torture just like all the canings and floggings, just a comfortingly normal part of his day.
Mandy had a delighted cruel smile on her face as she watched the nuns torment him, and, like she often did, Mandy offered to "help" the nuns torment Franklin!
The nuns, with excessively great politeness, refused Mandy's offer. Mandy immediately turned her attention to her own husband instead, and soon had him screaming loudly.
The children at the table all turned and watched their mother torture their father, fascinated by the cruel display with a similar level of sadism to their mother, not just the girl children but the boys too. Franklin found this behaviour of Mandy's young sons very unusual for male Sevensons, it was a blatant reversal of the usual Sevenson gender roles.
Franklin felt a tinge of sinful jealousy as he listened to his brother-in-law Tim screaming in agony, Franklin was not in any pain at all right now, apart from the tickling, and yearned for some agony.
Franklin simply finished his meal, and sat grinning frantically as the nuns kept enthusiastically aggravating his ears to keep him pure, he didn't move a muscle and just submissively took it in silence.
Mandy eventually remembered her manners and stopped beating up her screaming husband, returning to the table to finish her meal and make conversation with Franklin.
"You are so well disciplined Franklin, you must be a beautiful submissive to work with," Mandy said admiringly.
Franklin had been given permission to speak earlier, and said, "I was raised from birth to endure punishment in silence." With only the merest hint of laughter in his slightly tormented voice.
"That must have been utter bliss for a masochist like you," Mandy said with warm encouragement in her voice.
"It was, complete heaven. But then the Night Lords came..." Franklin agreed bitterly.
"That can't have been easy, sorry about that. We thought we were rescuing you, in hindsight we should never have come for you. From me at least I apologise that this happened to you," Mandy said with surprising compassion for such a sadistic woman.
Franklin was touched by this simple empathy, and felt some strange bond with Mandy.
"I am also sorry that any of this happened. It seems that the events surrounding my abduction from the orphanage have been a tragedy for all involved. It could have all been avoided," Franklin opined with insight.
Mandy nodded gravely, sharing his sentiment.
"I am honestly sad that you were taken from us by the Inquisition in the first place, you would have loved me growing up, I would have absolutely tortured you like a dutiful big sister should," Mandy said sadly.
Franklin felt a thrill of arousal at these words, he wouldn't mind at all being tortured by Mandy!
Mandy hesitantly reached a hand forward, and joined the nuns in stroking Franklin's closest ear. Mandy's fingers were much more skilful and experienced than his nuns fingers were, and Franklin's frantic grin became twice as large!
"I am very skilled aren't I?," Mandy said cheerfully.
"How do you make it so bad?," Franklin giggled, almost breaking discipline from her terrible skill.
"I am an extremely enthusiastic student of the art of torture in all forms. I read books on the subject, I search out experienced torturers to learn secrets from them, oh and I of course constantly practice and improve my technique on my husband. I have spent many an hour tickling him till he shits himself, I know just what to do with my fingers," Mandy said with cruel but genuinely warm joy.
Mandy moved her other hand to his other ear, and Franklin was in serious danger of breaking discipline to laugh now, such was her terrible skill! Franklin gazed at Mandy with a deep feeling of profound emotional connection, he was a pure masochist and she was a pure sadist, they just perfectly connected in some almost spiritual sense.
"Let's see if I can break you," Mandy said delightedly, and started stroking down his neck.
Franklin was tense and barely holding still now, gazing into her eyes feeling a strange intense comfort in the presence of this sadist. Oh holy Emperor she was tormenting him!
Mandy's fingers found his armpits, and within 30 seconds she had broken him down to giggling out loud, unable to hold it in any longer!
Mandy cheered joyfully in happy delight, and kept him giggling uncontrollably without mercy.
Franklin felt some strange feeling of blissful joy at being broken like this, and gazed adoringly at Mandy, feeling like some ever present hole in his life had just been filled, making him somehow complete!
"Let's see what other parts of you are ticklish," Mandy purred deliciously, and her hands traveled downwards!
"That is ENOUGH! Please do not molest your own brother!" Mother Superior pleaded urgently!
Mandy stopped instantly but looked deeply offended.
"I wasn't "molesting" him nor was I going to! He is my 13 year old little brother, I was just giving him a tickle! I was reaching down to tickle his BELLY not his fucking BALLS or something! I'm his big sister!" Mandy protested, sounding both shocked and offended by what Mother Superior had been suggesting.
"Oh... Well I, um, well, please forgive my wrong assumption," Mother Superior stammered.
Mandy waved off the apology and simply returned to making Franklin giggle with her terribly skilled fingers...
***...
Over the course of the next few days Franklin felt a wonderful new joy in his life from his interactions with his sister Mandy, a feeling of delighted happiness he had never felt before.
He and his big sister Mandy had some deep bond of mutual happiness, they just seemed perfectly complimentary, almost as if they were made for each other.
Mandy never did anything sexually inappropriate to him, never touched his private parts nor sought to see him naked, but she was forever inflicting completely platonic torments on him that filled his days with joy.
It was continuous little torments, acts of loving cruelty that made his life complete, like sticking pins under his fingernails and toenails, holding his eyes open and rubbing handfuls of pure salt on his eyeballs, bursting his rapidly healing eardrums with long bits of wire pushed down his ear holes, and of course making him giggle and laugh uncontrollably with her mercilessly skilful tickles.
At this very moment Franklin was trying his best at standing absolutely still at attention, as his sister Mandy poked him in various nonsexual places with an electric prodding implement! His muscles were twitching involuntarily as they were hit with agonising electric shocks.
"What about the webbing between your fingers brother?," Mandy lovingly teased.
Franklin's hand spasmed closed as the prod discharged a mighty current into the soft skin between two of his fingers, causing wonderful agony in the process.
Mandy laughed happily and prodded the back of his right knee, almost making him fall over as his entire leg spasmed from the high voltage shock.
Franklin was not letting his emotions show on his face, but he was filled with a deep joy and delight, he was actually experiencing FUN! This torture was fun!
Franklin's nuns had left him unsupervised during this time like they always did, and Franklin had no nuns present to stop Mandy doing whatever she liked to Franklin, no nuns to make the fun stop!
Mandy was smiling with a huge beaming smile of pure joy as she playfully inflicted pain on Franklin, she looked so completely happy as she played with him.
Franklin flinched as the prod touched the tip of his nose, his entire face spasming in an agonising muscle cramp!
Mandy giggled delightedly and prodded his open eyeball!
Franklin ejaculated hard from the pain. He had ejaculated many times from her prod already.
Mandy didn't even notice the growing wet patch on the front of Franklin's pants, and just continued blissfully shocking him with the electric prod, a blissful pure smile on her happy face.
Mandy was dressed in a thin white latex outfit today, completely skin tight with no underwear on underneath. She only seemed to own these sorts of outfits, all extremely thin latex in a variety of different colours. Her feet were currently bare, showing off toenails that were painted with brightly coloured pictures of deliberately "cute" animal faces, and on her head was a latex dentist hat for her job.
Franklin had been very surprised to learn that his sister Mandy was a fully trained doctor of dentistry!
Their mother Wendy was apparently especially strict with how she raised all her daughters, having a "rule" that any daughter of hers HAD to gain a doctorate level education in something "useful to the family". In the Sevenson family the boys all became space marines and the girls all became either psykers or highly educated professionals in something that would serve the family.
Mandy had originally had her heart set on working as a professional career dominatrix, but she had been warned by Wendy repeatedly that she was expected to "gain a doctorate in something USEFUL before the age of thirty", or else there would be "hell to pay". Mandy had hated this expectation, so she had deliberately found the most sadistic career option her mother would let her pursue, namely dentistry!
Mandy apparently worked as needed in the apothecarion, but only when someone actually needed a dentist, she didn't just wait around at her work if something wasn't happening. She lived within walking distance of the apothecarion, so she simply came home to torture her husband in between patients.
Franklin felt guilty at the thought of all the attention he was stealing from Mandy's husband Tim, Mandy had recently focused her attention on torturing Franklin rather than her husband!
Franklin turned his gaze guiltily to the mobile wheeled cage that held Tim. Tim was glaring at Franklin with miserable jealousy, gazing longingly at his wife wanting her attention.
Mandy followed Franklin's gazed to her husband and frowned at the sullen look on his face.
"How much longer must I compete for your attention Mistress Mandy?," Tim asked her jealously.
"Tim I have sex with you at least once every night without fail, I lay with no one else but you, so stop being so jealous," Mandy whined defensively.
"You have hardly tortured me at all today! I have been stuck in this cage watching as you spent all your free time torturing Franklin instead!" Tim angrily accused.
"I haven't seen my brother in years, I have literally YEARS of big sister bullying to inflict upon him to make up for lost time!" Mandy insisted innocently.
"I feel like I haven't seen my own WIFE in years!" Tim snapped bitterly.
"Tim! It isn't like that! You don't need to be jealous, I will torture you extra hard tonight to make up," Mandy pleaded her husband guiltily.
"Why isn't he doing something useful like helping us travel through the warp instead of standing around all day?, I don't want him to be here in our home except for sleeping and meals and the like." Tim angrily demanded from his cage.
"He is doing his best, he needs lots of rest and recuperation between battling the warp. At least he has an actual JOB rather than just getting sent a million credits allowance each month from his rich father for doing absolutely NOTHING!" Mandy countered meanly.
"How DARE you throw that in my face to defend your brother! My JOB is to continue the marriage to maintain the alliance between my father and your mother's Night Lord relatives, I gave up my father's palace to live in a fucking CAGE wearing a jock strap all day long!" Tim shouted back at her.
Franklin then stood awkwardly at attention as the husband and wife had a blazing bitter argument right in front of him! By the Emperor this was awkward!
The shouting that followed became so loud that the nuns came to investigate the commotion. Mandy and Tim were now screaming at each other about how Tim's mother had apparently never approved of Mandy...
"Everytime she comes over to visit she finds me locked in this fucking cage! No WONDER she doesn't approve of you!" Tim was currently screaming at his wife...
"It's a NICE cage! The floor is soft padded latex, it's really clean too! Why do you complain about your cage CONSTANTLY!" Mandy was shouting back.
"Why do I even NEED to spend half my life in this cage?! I am not going to run away, don't you TRUST me after all our years of marriage?!" Tim screamed back.
"I ENJOY having the man I love locked helpless in a cage at my mercy! Why can't you just do this ONE little thing to make me happy?!" Mandy ranted.
"What about MY needs..." Tim was shouting back.
"For the Emperor's sake Franklin, get out of that room and give Mr and Mrs Wong some privacy!" Sister Pamela ordered Franklin in a hiss of embarrassment.
Franklin obeyed gratefully and got out of the room as the screaming got steadily worse!
Franklin and his nuns stood awkwardly outside the doorway of the main sitting room as Mr and Mrs Wong screamed at each other, it was horrible to listen to.
"Wendy your daughter Mandy and her husband are having a domestic argument with each other! I have never heard such bitter words spoken between two people!" Sister Mary was currently saying into a vox.
"Oh dear, fighting again are they?, This happens a lot I'm afraid, they were perhaps not the best temperament match for each other," Wendy was replying back over the vox speaker.
"What do we do?" Sister Mary asked.
"Nothing much you can do, just don't interrupt them, they will calm down and make up eventually." Wendy advised.
"Franklin are you ready to resume our warp journey yet?," Wendy inquired hopefully.
"Yes Mother," Franklin said, to escape from this embarrassing scene if nothing else.
"Excellent," Wendy replied delightedly.
***...
The warp storm was screaming outside the ship, making the ship superstructure groan as Tim Wong angrily strolled through the ship to get some space away from Mandy. After hours of screaming his wife had finally let him out of his cage, and he had thus far refused to return to it.
Tim had ditched his humiliating jock strap in favour of his expensive silk business suit, golden rings and other expensive accessories, as was only worthy of a man of his high ranking status! His father was a trillionaire for Slaanesh's sake!
Tim cursed his father yet again for this political marriage, his father WANTED Tim to be powerlessly locked forever in a cage so he couldn't assassinate his father for the inheritance! The old miser had KNOWN exactly what he was doing when he picked Mandy for Tim's wife!
Tim was not alone in being married off like this, EVERYONE in line for the fortune had been sent off far away into political marriages to prevent assassination attempts!
His father was currently living in a magnificent palace with ten thousand beautiful naked female sex slaves, making billions of credits a week from the millions of promethium rigs he owned on various daemon worlds in the chaos hells, while Tim was married off to a psychotically extreme sadist who kept him in a cage and anally buggered him with high voltage shock prods!
For all his pain and suffering, Tim ensured that the Sevenson Night Lords honoured his father's promethium rig ownership claims as part of the terms of this marriage alliance, benefitting his father hugely while for his troubles Tim was sent a mere measly million credit stipend each month out of his father's multiple TRILLIONS!
Tim spat with rage and descended down another dark giant staircase, his extremely expensive ocular implants letting him see clearly in the darkness in a glare of multi spectrum night vision. At the bottom of the stairs he found himself in one of the cargo holds.
Glittering gold greeted Tim's night vision implants, MOUNTAINS of gold in fact!
Tim gazed in awe at all this wealth, THIS was more like it, not some measly monthly stipend! Tim could not even estimate the credit value of all the gold in this cargo hold!
Tim strode through the holds in wonder, the piles of ingots were seemingly endless. Not only was there gold but also every other type of precious metal as well by the look of it! This was wealth on an unimaginable scale!
Tim moved to a pile, and tried lifting an ingot. It was heavy, he could lift maybe a few at once, but no more than that, he couldn't take much with him.
Tim settled for 15 ingots of what looked to his implants like pure rhodium, far more valuable than mere gold, and strained to carry them away in his arms.
"And WHERE exactly are you going with the MATRIARCH's treasure?!" A harsh Night Lord voice hissed threateningly from the darkness without warning!
Tim tore his gaze in the direction of the voice, and his ocular implants detected an entire squad of Night Lords partially hidden behind a pile of ingots, guarding the treasure from thieves!
Tim dropped the ingots from his arms without hesitation, and backed away very slowly, deeply afraid now.
The Night Lords emerged from their hiding place, and advanced threateningly towards him. Tim's nerve broke and he ran wildly away through the cargo hold.
"Come back here thief!" The Night Lords roared and gave chase!
The Night Lords were faster than Tim with their longer legs, and had endless stamina too. Tim wet his expensive suit in terror as they closed the distance with him, barely a few meters behind him now!
"I'm the son-in-law of Wendy Sevenson!" Tim shouted desperately to his lethal pursuers as they caught him!
"WHICH son-in-law are you?, she has only 4 who are not Astartes. Name yourself and the daughter of Wendy you are married to!" The Night Lords demanded, holding a blade to his throat!
"Tim Wong! Husband of Mandy!" Tim exclaimed frantically.
"Checking facial image with ship's cogitator records," the Night Lord with the knife hissed warningly.
Tim waited, heart pounding with fear.
"Facial recognition checks out, it's Mandy's husband," the Night Lord said, lowering the knife.
"What the hell were you thinking Tim! We could have killed you! Mandy would have done her nut if we had killed you just now!" The Night Lords criticised him, no longer hostile.
"I didn't know that I wasn't allowed to take it, there is SO much and no signs up saying not to take it," Tim explained.
The Night Lords irritably pointed to a series of massive signs hanging from the ceiling saying, "Sevenson Matriarch's treasure, do NOT steal, thieves WILL be gutted to death."
Tim blanched at the words "thieves will be GUTTED to death", he had had a VERY close call just now!
"I didn't see the signs," Tim explained honestly.
"If anyone else had done this, they would die, whether they saw the sign or not. You are just lucky you are married to Wendy's daughter, damnably lucky!" The Night Lord warned with a blood chilling hiss.
Tim nodded gratefully and got the hell out of the cargo hold. The Night Lords followed behind him all the way and made sure that he was definitely leaving before they stopped tailing him.
Tim's suit pants were still soaked with urine from his earlier fear, and getting clammy and uncomfortable. Tim decided to go home and change his clothes at the very least before he went anywhere else.
Tim was walking through the main public pedestrian highway corridors of the ship now, an artery of connected walkways that connected together all the many public areas of the ship. For the first few hundred meters the walkway was empty but for the occasional lowly common heretic servants.
Tim turned a corner and suddenly found the way ahead crowded with daemonettes having a moaning orgy with each other...
Tim carefully stepped his way through this gyrating mass of fornicating flesh, not desiring to trip over into a daemonette gang bang!
The progress was slow as he moved through the noisy mass, the orgy continued through hundreds of meters of corridor!
The piles of moaning daemonettes got bigger and bigger, piles of moving bodies half way up to the ceiling in places.
Tim came to an especially immense pile of daemonettes, and found the way blocked entirely, the pile was too big to squeeze past.
"I fear that we are in the way of traffic yet again beloveds," an achingly beautiful male voice mused from within the gyrating pile.
A massive pale daemonic head poked out from inside the top of the pile, and the daemonettes started dropping out of the pile, revealing an immense form underneath the pile that they had been pleasuring.
Massive crab claws slid out from under the pile, and Tim immediately realised that the huge being was a Keeper of Secrets, a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh!
Tim gulped nervously, terribly afraid of sodomy!
"Ah, my step-son-in-law! How is my exquisitely sadistic step daughter Mandy?," the mighty immortal asked with cheerful delight.
"Oh, Octavia's husband right... Please don't rape me again like last time!" Tim whimpered.
"It's only rape if you decide not to consent to it..." The daemon said huskily...
Oh crap! Oh sweet holy Slaanesh not that!
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Tim was shaking badly as he limped inside his apartment. His suit pants and underpants now had a huge hole in them centred under his anus, and he had pissed himself in fear yet again!
"What the hell happened to you Tim?!" Mandy asked in alarm the moment she saw him.
"I happened to meet your Greater Daemon step father... I don't want to talk about it..." Tim said in a haunted voice.
"Oh dear... Well I also heard that you got caught trying to steal 15 rhodium ingots..." Mandy warned.
"I don't want to talk about that either..." Tim sighed in miserable exhaustion.
"I see... And what about our fight?," Mandy asked hesitantly.
Tim wrapped Mandy up in a huge cuddle and just started kissing the surprised dominatrix for dear life, in answer to her question.
"Please never leave me," Tim pleaded Mandy between the frantic kisses.
"I love you too much to ever leave you, Punching Bag," Mandy whispered lovingly and began passionately punching him in the testicles.
Tim sighed in relief as his balls were used as a punching bag, at the end of the day his wife was actually pretty awesome after all...
***...
