Chapter 48(orphan)

The heavily processed air was sterile, dry and cold, as Sister Mary and the other nuns waited anxiously in the apothecarion as Liling's twisted servants performed obstetric scans on their unborn babies inside their bellies. The vast apothecarion was currently crowded with expecting mothers, far more than just the nuns, after all the recent "rape squads" loose on the ship during the Lavender Furnace war almost every fertile woman on the damn ship was now pregnant!

At least tens of thousands of heretic women were now pregnant and competing for the same medical services, and the apothecarion seemed to simply lack enough staff to deal with this multitude of irritated pregnant women. The noise of heretic women shouting impatiently was deafeningly loud.

Sister Brooke suddenly held a hand over her mouth and ran to a trash bin. Moments later the sounds of her loud vomiting from morning sickness could be heard. The smell of the vomit made more of the nuns sick, and soon a half dozen of the nuns were being sick.

"Stop spitting on me you psycho bondage bitch!" A heretic apothecarion staff woman was currently shouting at Sister Superior Clementine, as Franklin struggled to keep hold of her chain as she tried to attack every heretic and staff member in sight. She was causing a massive commotion in this already tense situation.

"Oh Wendy! Oh Wendy! Yes! YES!" A deep male voice moaned shamelessly from a nearby public waiting room...

The nuns flinched in embarrassment, Wendy and her husband were UNBELIEVABLE! Fornicating in public like animals!

Sister Mary was currently sitting in the scanner, with her belly exposed and covered in a cold fluid as the twisted heretic woman held a scanning device to her skin whilst simultaneously trying to avoid being spat on by Clementine. Franklin was deliberately averting his eyes from Sister Mary's exposed belly, and was instead gazing in wonder at the image of a partially developed baby on a nearby monitor.

Sister Mary gazed at the screen transfixed, gazing at the tiny little baby growing in her womb. It was so small, and looked more like a kidney shape with little limb stubs than a baby, it's little heart was beating strongly in it's gelatinous soft chest.

It was the most beautiful thing Sister Mary had ever seen! Her whole life she had deeply desired to have children, and now she was looking at her very own baby!

"One baby, healthy heartbeat. Right ovary badly swollen from the forced ovulation from TigerLily's magic... Ovary should recover by pregnancy end..." The twisted mutilated medical minion thing said in a surprisingly seductive female voice.

"What is it?, Boy or girl?," Sister Mary asked.

"Hmm, just scanning chromosome type count. Yep, that there's a Y chromosome, congratulations, it's a new Night Lord for the Matriarch's armies!" The minion woman congratulated excitedly.

Sister Mary flinched and gasped at these terrible words, why couldn't she have just said "It's a boy"!

"Your son will have his power armour and bolter in no time at all," the woman pressed encouragingly.

Sister Mary gazed at the tiny little baby on the monitor, and shuddered at the mental image of him one day being a hulking giant who killed people. It was just so horrible!

Sister Mary gazed over at Franklin, the father of her baby, and saw only the most profound pride and wonder written on his face at the sight of his child. Sister Mary felt so much confusion towards Franklin now, the boy was now as big as a short man, and growing bigger by the week, he looked like he had already grown up. She saw him as her son still, but she also saw him as the father of her child, likely the father of MANY children with her over the coming years!

The boy looked so much like his hulking titan of a father, the brutishness mixed with some of the good looks of his exquisite mother Wendy, a fusion of beauty and brute. He was intensely muscular, just all hard muscle and bone, with massive hands and feet that he was still growing into, like the giant paws of the young puppy of some monstrous hound.

He was getting terribly pale from the months of living out of sunlight, almost pure white like some insect grub that lives underground, and the pupils of his eyes were starting to dilate significantly the longer he lived in the dark, becoming more and more like the ginormous pupils of his mother.

Franklin was now so obviously physically similar to his parents that there was no longer any emotionally subjective "doubt" that this was Franklin's true home and origin. Sister Mary might have enjoyed seeing him as her son in the Orphanage of Strict Chastisement, but it was now clear that he had merely been stolen from his TRUE parents, and was now returned to them, with the nuns dragged along with him!

There was realistically little to stop Franklin from just gradually behaving like his family, physically nothing at all to stop him from turning them all into his rape slaves! Just as his own father was a rapist, Franklin must SURELY have inherited a similar proclivity, just waiting to unlock with age until he turned them all into concubine slaves!

The panic rose in Sister Mary, she felt so utterly helpless and powerless!

"Be at peace my child," a soft holy voice whispered in her mind.

"Emperor..." She whispered in relief, feeling calm and comfort washing over her.

"Your son is the first generation of a new army of loyal Night Lords, your first of many sons you will birth. It is my will that you raise your sons to be holy servants of myself, be strict and strong with your sons, let them submit to no other woman than you and your sister nuns, they will naturally submit and obey your every command. In time you will have an entire squad of utterly loyal and obedient Night Lord sons, and with them you will no longer be powerless. Rejoice, for your strength grows with every son," the Emperor said rousingly in her mind!

Sister Mary gasped in utter awe, and smiled hugely with faith. This little baby was HER son, and with him she could destroy the evil for good!

The vile worship of Slaanesh would be washed away with blood and wrath, and the Night Lords would once more serve the Imperium of Man! It would be GLORIOUS!

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"17 grandsons! Almost 2 entire squads of future Night Lords! Well done my darling boy," Wendy exclaimed ecstatically the moment his concubines told her the news in the apothecarion waiting room.

"For the Emperor's sake Mother please put some clothes on! You are in public!" Franklin hissed in embarrassment, visibly blushing redly.

Wendy ignored his hang ups and very weakly climbed unsteadily to her feet, muscles somewhat better healed now. She limped naked over to her horrified son, and hugged him jubilantly at this wonderful news.

"MOTHER! You have your husband's FLUIDS dripping out of you onto my legs!" Franklin loudly protested in disgust.

"Seventeen sons, this is so exciting!" Wendy beamed, ignoring his protests.

"Some daughters too!" The concubines pregnant with girls added sounding offended.

"Yes yes, them too, I will still love my granddaughters but we as an entire warband have over 4 surviving female Sevensons for every one male, cause of battlefield casualties, we NEED as many boys as we can get." Wendy amended excitedly.

The concubine nuns grumbled but dropped the issue, and Wendy busily cuddled her son and covered his cheeks with kisses.

"No Octavia! Stay back sir, do not join this hug!" Franklin was then suddenly pleading urgently.

"Aw..." Octavia's voice whined, unhappily staying back.

Wendy chuckled happily and resumed covering Franklin's cheeks with her lipstick marks until she felt a pronounced wet spot at the front of his pants against her bare skin.

"Mother please no more," Franklin groaned unhappily.

Wendy reluctantly broke the happy cuddle, and got a bit of tissue paper to clean up the worst of Octavia's semen oozing out her and down her legs.

Octavia's aura filled Wendy's mind with almost unendurable lust, and a moment later she felt the naked Octavia cuddle her from behind. Wendy was highly favoured enough by her god to resist the lust aura with effort, and she leaned back sensuously into the loving embrace, feeling Octavia's erection sliding smoothly into her anus in one fluid motion.

Wendy was as gay as she had always been, but the lust aura was supernaturally potent enough to get even the gayest lesbian gushing wet, it was a bit disturbing to her natural distaste of men, but the pleasure of this wrongness was undeniably intense.

"Oh Octavia," Wendy groaned blissfully, drinking in the sensation.

"For the Emperor's sake not in public! As great as it is to see you containing yourself to heterosexual marital relations, kindly reserve such acts of intimacy for in PRIVATE!" One of Franklin's concubines protested.

Wendy blinked and gazed around to see pretty much every person in the crowded waiting room staring at her skin, reading words. Wendy looked down at her body, her skin was still carved all over in crudely spelled words proclaiming to all that she was a "Lyuh hoo tolleded lys", and "gaev Octavia brane sugury to mayk her fagget".

The chaos worshippers in the waiting room were silently mouthing as they read, obviously trying to figure out the words through the appalling spelling. They seemed to be mostly just reading it for something to do as they were bored, and didn't seem even remotely surprised or shocked to see public sex acts on this Slaanesh ship.

"I don't think anyone else in the room cares to be honest, but ok," Wendy said and pulled her anus off Octavia's penis.

A blushing nun threw their clothes to them, and Wendy reluctantly slipped back into her dominatrix leathers.

"Can I give you a cuddle now Franklin?," Octavia asked hopefully.

"Males don't cuddle each other," Franklin said sternly.

"I'm not going to be a male anymore soon, my new body is almost finished," Octavia informed proudly.

"WHAT!? NO NO NO! You CAN'T! My mother has FINALLY ended her filthy lesbian depravity, you can't do this!" Franklin exclaimed in horror.

Wendy flared with inner anger, but suppressed it with effort, her son had clearly not learned anything from Luke defeating him in the shower. Wendy calmed herself and remembered that it was vital to do nothing to weaken Franklin's faith at least until the warp storms ended.

"But I don't LIKE being a boy, this body smells really bad whenever I sweat, and it's not ticklish enough!" Octavia protested.

"What is it with you and tickling Octavia, why are you so completely obsessed with it?," Franklin snapped incredulously.

"It is not nice to belittle other people's kinks and fetishes Franklin." Wendy chided.

"I just love it, it's the best pleasure ever for me. It just feels so good, drives me wild," Octavia attempted to explain.

"It's really weird, you have seemingly wasted your whole life just chasing after it, what do you even DO all day apart from just this tickling nonsense every waking hour?," Franklin pressed in condemnation.

"Franklin!" Wendy yelled in outrage.

"Your husband doesn't even have a job Mother, I am trying to make him WORTHY of being married to my mother!" Franklin blurted out, and then looked embarrassed as soon as he said the words.

Wendy felt a thrill of touched pleasure at his admission, but was also feeling angry at seeing Octavia being attacked like this.

"Being tickled IS my job Franklin, I am Wendy's tickling slave, she bought me with money to be tortured with tickling all day long! She never officially set me free from my slavery to her either, I'm still legally Wendy's slave and property, and being a slave is a job!" Octavia protested stupidly.

"Being an enslaved torture victim is not a career!" Franklin snapped condescendingly.

"I am also Wendy's sex slave..." Octavia attempted.

"You are my mother's HUSBAND now, you need to step up and pull your weight! My mother is pregnant with your child, do not make my pregnant mother go off to work each day, as you just sit around being tickled in chains by my mother's household servants all day long!" Franklin demanded.

Wendy was feeling a strange mixture of deeply touched and utterly pissed off, unable to figure out which one she should be, unable to somehow express both at once.

"You are RIGHT! I am a terrible freeloader! I need to support my wife and our baby!" Octavia sobbed in guilty repentance like the simple minded sweet natured innocent twit that she was at heart.

"Doing WHAT exactly?, I don't want you returning to that horrid slave labor for 14 hours a day like you used to do when we first started out, it did murder to your skin and I hardly ever saw you!" Wendy quickly protested this ridiculous suggestion.

"I could go back to working in porn," Octavia suggested.

Franklin and his concubines all angrily shouted down this suggestion.

"I was also a slave whore in a brothel at various times," Octavia suggested.

"Have you never had any other WHOLESOME job?," Franklin asked incredulously.

"Before I was a slave of the warband I was a farm worker in my village, I could be a farmer," Octavia suggested.

"On a space ship?!" Franklin snapped.

"Octavia has only ever done either unskilled labor or jobs in the sex industry. She has neither the experience nor the skill nor the intelligence to do any other kind of work." Wendy explained with rapidly shrinking patience.

"Well HE could still do physical labor of some sort, your husband is a big burly man," Franklin insisted.

"My WIFE Octavia is getting her female body back as soon as it is ready, and she will continue being tortured all day for my pleasure and pleasuring me all night when I'm not at work! I OWN Octavia for all eternity in this life no matter which body she happens to inhabit, she is my SLAVE to do with as I wish!" Wendy countered angrily.

"Oh Wendy, do you really mean that?, That is so sweet!" Octavia gushed romantically.

"How in the galaxy is SLAVERY sweet!" Franklin retorted sounding upset for Octavia's sake now!

"Octavia LIKES being my completely powerless tickle slave and fucktoy, stop judging our kinky lifestyle!" Wendy exclaimed in growing exasperation.

"Octavia is your HUSBAND mother, and he needs to start acting like a man!" Franklin insisted.

Wendy was just about to angrily reply when her name was called for the obstetrics scan.

"Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson, we are ready for you now," a medical minion announced respectfully.

"Oh thank Slaanesh for that! Come on Octavia, I can't listen to another minute of this madness!" Wendy exclaimed with relief and pulled Octavia by the hand away from her crazily conservative son.

"I'm a terrible husband," Octavia was lamenting as Wendy led her out of the waiting room.

"Shut up Octavia! You are exactly what I desire you to be, your only job in life is to give me pleasure! You got that SLAVE?!" Wendy commanded sternly.

"Um, yes Owner Wendy," Octavia obeyed like the slave she was.

Wendy smiled dominantly, Octavia really was the best thing that Wendy OWNED.

Wendy settled down for her obstetrics scan, moaning softly from the fluid squirted onto her belly.

The monitor flashed an image into view, little more than a lump attached to an umbilical chord, ridiculously early in the first trimester.

"Is that our baby?," Octavia asked in wonder at the screen.

"Certainly is Mr Sevenson," the medical minion mewled.

"Mrs! MRS Sevenson! Octavia is my WIFE!" Wendy corrected irritably.

"Yes champion..." the minion kowtowed.

"Where is it's arms and legs?" Octavia asked in fascination.

"Not fully formed yet, these little nubs here are the arms and legs," the minion explained.

"What is it's sex?," Wendy asked the only question that mattered.

"A new soldier for our armies," the minion congratulated.

Wendy smiled a huge greedy smile, a son...

THIS time she would raise her son HERSELF and give him PROPER values and beliefs. No Imperial Orphanage to turn this little boy into a bigoted monster, no one but she and Octavia to raise it, right from the day he was born!

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