Chapter 52(orphan)

Adolf Lincoln pawed at his painful new slave brand tenderly, hissing slightly in pain as he did so. He was standing in the rarely seen slave quarters hidden away at the farthest corner of Wendy's apartment, surrounded by Wendy's small army of rarely seen household slaves who did all the chores while staying discretely out of sight of guests.

"Stop scratching at it or it won't heal properly, just keep holding an ice pack to it for the first day or two whenever it hurts, the pain will disappear in time," Wendy's elderly female "head slave" told Adolf kindly but firmly, in a grandmotherly sort of way.

The wrinkly frail black leather clad elderly oriental woman handed Adolf an ice pack wrapped in a clean towel, gesturing him to hold the pack to the brand.

Adolf put the pack to his burn, but shrieked with pain and flinched it away from his tender throbbing brand.

The old woman limped over to a nearby sink, and filled a cup with cold water, limping frailly back to him. She very slowly and compassionately poured the water over his brand burn, Adolf hissed for a moment and then sighed as some of the terrible heat was drawn out of the burn.

The woman dampened the towel around the ice pack on one side, and gently held it to his brand. Adolf sighed in relief as more heat was steadily drawn out.

"Thank you, um, sorry I do apologise but I have forgotten your name," Adolf replied awkwardly.

The old woman smiled, the sort of smile that made her slightly slanted eyes light up with kindness, and said, "I am Mistress Fetter Lee, but you can call me Fetter if you like."

"Fettle?," Adolf attempted.

"No no, FettER, Fetter as in the type of iron manacle. It's a dominatrix name," Fetter corrected him with a chuckle.

"Fetter, ok. Why is it "Mistress" Fetter?," Adolf asked confused.

"I am Wendy's personal dominatrix, well at least, I used to be, a long time ago. Wendy was my wife a very long time ago... Now I am her slave..." Fetter said with slight sadness.

"Wait, what?," Adolf asked, sure he had misheard.

"I, ah... Stole, from Wendy, when we were married... Robbed her personal fortunes, stole a fortune of treasure and money. My wife Wendy, well, she wasn't pleased..." Fetter admitted shyly.

"You are a thief?," Adolf confirmed.

"Yes, stole more than half of Wendy's money, gave it to my relatives to hide away if she ever divorced me, to keep me rich."

"Well... My kin spent most of the money, and I couldn't pay it back to Wendy when she found out. She was... Upset, I guess you could say."

"It is a long story, more complicated than all that, at first I got away with just being divorced, but then years later I developed a deadly cancer, and had to go crawling to Wendy to beg her to pay for my extremely expensive cancer treatment... In the end I owed Wendy a debt I could never repay, and I was enslaved to Wendy to pay my debt to her."

"She wasn't gentle towards me in the first year, but she has forgiven me now, and I have risen through the ranks of her slaves to manage her entire household now." Fetter recounted nostalgically.

"You were really her wife?, but the age difference, you are so much older than Wendy," Adolf exclaimed rather tactlessly.

"Actually, I am more than one hundred years YOUNGER than Wendy is. She keeps her youth and beauty eternally, whereas I was not so lucky." Fetter corrected bittersweetly.

"How can that be?!" Adolf exclaimed in disbelief.

"When Wendy divorced me and cast me out, I was deliberately denied access to the same rejuvenation I had previously enjoyed. I withered and aged into a hideous old crone, and only by becoming Wendy's slave was the ageing process halted once more," Fetter said with a slight phantom of bitterness.

"You are not hideous I assure you," Adolf said with polite suave.

"Well aren't you sweet," Fetter said with a twinkle in her deeply intelligent old eyes.

A brief silence ensued, and Adolf looked around at the dark slave quarter. It was a single large room filled with lines of mass produced mattresses for the slaves of Wendy to sleep on, with footlockers at the end of each mattress to hold the possessions of the slaves.

Adolf counted at least 40 mattresses, and just as many slaves, most of them female, all with brands like Adolf's.

"Your mattress is here, that there is your footlocker for any stuff you acquire. It doesn't have a lock, none of them do, and we have a very strict policy against stealing from fellow slaves." Fetter explained, pointing to a mattress inconveniently located in the worst part of the middle of the room.

Fetter cleared her throat.

"A few ground rules. Rule one is that Wendy is legally our undisputed owner and ruler. She has lethal Night Lord relatives who can enforce this rule with terrible violence, so just don't even try to defy her, it's not worth it."

Adolf nodded, thinking he understood.

"Rule two, I am in charge in the absence of Wendy and Octavia. Wendy might own this household, but I am the one who runs the day-to-day running of Wendy's home. I make sure that everything is done, leaving Wendy free to enjoy her time with Octavia and family members,"

Adolf gazed at her and gave a small nod.

"Rule three is just the usual stuff such as not hurting the other slaves or excessively stealing stuff from Wendy. Stealing a little bit of stuff from Wendy as needed is an unwritten privilege that Wendy allows us to do, stuff like clothes to wear and food to eat, as long as it's not her favourite stuff and isn't done excessively."

"Really?," Adolf asked in surprise.

"Well, technically speaking we are all Wendy's property, so we aren't so much stealing as maintaining and clothing her property. As long as you are not selling the items on or permanently removing them from her possession she doesn't really care."

Adolf thought he understood this so far.

"The majority of slaves in the household are women, and we don't always have a lot of privacy to get dressed and bathe, you will see us naked at various times, this is normal. I want to make it absolutely clear that just because a slave woman is naked, that is not an invitation for you to touch her or sexually harass her. I take sexual harassment claims very seriously and I WILL have you punished severely if you try anything."

"I have eyes for Wendy alone, I assure you," Adolf promised reassuringly.

Fetter frowned slightly at this.

"Wendy has already informed me of your interactions with her, you have been relentlessly pursuing her, and you raped her..."

"I didn't RAPE her!" Adolf interjected angrily.

"Well, Wendy saw it that way." Fetter began.

"She did?! I must go and talk to her now, set the record straight," Adolf announced, turning to leave the room.

"Stop him!" Fetter ordered with surprising dominance for such an elderly frail woman.

Ten slaves, three of them young men, ran in front of the door before Adolf could reach it and blocked his escape. Adolf was a strong man and attempted to simply push through them, but was wrestled back by their combined strength, the weaker slaves working together to overpower his individual strength.

"You will NOT harass Wendy, do I make myself clear?," Fetter warned.

"I just want to talk to her," Adolf insisted.

"You will do nothing of the sort." Fetter replied firmly.

"Why not?," Adolf protested.

"Because we give a slight shit about Wendy. We have a relatively comfortable life here, Wendy has built up an understanding with us, that if we do what we are meant to do and don't bother her then she in turn will grant us significant personal autonomy and comfort. If we let you bother Wendy, then she will be displeased with us," Fetter explained patiently.

"But I am her husband..." Adolf explained feebly.

Every slave in the room laughed.

"Wendy is a lesbian," Fetter said with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

"I'm still her husband, I can turn her straight, I can redeem her," Adolf said with resolve.

"You are her SLAVE, you are going to clean her toilets, prepare meals, make beds and, if you are lucky, tickle and pleasure Octavia when Wendy is at work. You are not going to bother Wendy," Fetter said sternly.

"Wendy is pregnant with my child," Adolf tried.

"And if you don't piss Wendy off she will let you be a part of his life. Take my advice, leave her alone, it's better for everyone involved," Fetter advised sternly but kindly.

"Will I ever be able to speak to her again?," Adolf asked.

"Speak to her?, Yes of course. But not pester or annoy her. Wendy can be surprisingly friendly with us when she is in a good mood, she is even on a first name basis with most of the slaves. If she engages you in conversation then of course you can talk with her, but that is COMPLETELY different from barging in on her to demand a romantic relationship!" Fetter said in a tone of obvious impatience.

Adolf was not satisfied with this, and unsuccessfully tried yet again to get through the group guarding the door.

Adolf was repeatedly shoved back, and became violent after the third failed attempt, punching and kicking to get through.

Slave women staggered back, faces bleeding from hard punches, and Adolf savagely incapacitated the men with brutal punches and knees to the gut.

Adolf fought his way through the door, and ran in the direction of Wendy and Octavia's loud sex noises.

Fetter was shouting in outrage, and every slave in the entire household was now chasing after him.

Adolf dodged and outpaced the increasingly large group of slave men who were pursuing him now.

Wendy and Octavia's noises were getting louder, they were in a dungeon room playing a torture game.

The apartment palace echoed with the angry shouts of Adolf's pursuers behind him, the noises so loud that Wendy and Octavia went suddenly silent, having heard the commotion.

A doorway up ahead opened, and a completely naked Wendy poked her head out, looking in curious concern to see what was going on.

Adolf bolted into the doorway, pulled Wendy inside, and closed and locked the door to keep out his pursuit.

Adolf scanned the room quickly for additional threats, but saw only dungeon equipment and Octavia strapped naked with her legs spread on one of the devices.

Wendy and Octavia were both gawking at Adolf in astonishment, and angry banging and shouting came from the slave men outside the locked solid metal door.

"Wendy! Thank the Emperor!" Adolf panted, short of breath.

"What happened! What's going on?," Wendy asked in dismay.

"Your other slaves said that I was forbidden from speaking to you! They said that you thought I RAPED you! I had to set the record straight, I didn't rape you! I had to fight my way through them to reach you," Adolf exclaimed frantically.

Wendy slapped her own forehead with the palm of her hand, and looked thoroughly exasperated. Wendy followed this gesture by slapping Adolf's face!

"What was that for?!" Adolf asked, rubbing his slapped face in betrayed shock.

Wendy simply slapped him again, and again and again until Adolf was staggering back, trying to protect his face from the sharp girly slaps.

Wendy moved to a rack of implements, and picked up a terrifyingly huge whip, cracking it in the air with a colossal CRACK!

Adolf scrambled away as the whip lashed out in rapid succession, hitting him 5 times in the space of ten seconds! It HURT!

The whip bit him with astonishingly sharp pain, making him shriek with agony!

Adolf was fleeing and dodging all around the dungeon, but Wendy's skill with the whip was such that every single lash managed to hit him! He couldn't dodge or escape!

Adolf cowered in a corner, but was lashed completely raw! He desperately fled to the doorway and tried to unlock it as his back was checkered with angry red whip lines!

Adolf got the door open and tried to flee from the pain, but the men outside the door grabbed hold of him and simply held him absolutely defenceless for Wendy's whip! Wendy snarled with savage sadism and whipped him so hard and fast that within minutes Adolf was crying like a little girl!

His back stung worse than fire, but Wendy didn't stop! It HURT! The pain BURNED!

Adolf wept and shrieked for what felt like eternity, as the terrible whip tortured him. His beloved Wendy was being so viciously cruel to him!

Tears and snot ran down his face, and blood ran down his back, but Wendy still didn't STOP!

He struggled desperately against the crowd of men, but they held his limbs completely immobile, and he couldn't shake them off or pull free!

"Strap him to the flogging X frame, this is going to be LONG!" Wendy commanded sadistically.

Adolf was immediately manhandled into an X shaped padded metal frame, strapped face first to the frame, completely defenceless!

"It's punishment time, SLAVE!" Wendy snarled vindictively.

Adolf was then in what felt like hell!

***...

Adolf's brutally scourged body twitched in indescribable agony, laying on his front on his slave mattress an unconscionable number of hours later.

The entire back half of his body had been flogged so much that not a single square inch of skin was intact. In places he had been flogged right down to the layers of fat and even muscle beneath the skin. Wendy's wrath had been terrible, and had only been eventually stopped by the insistent pleading from Octavia.

Mistress Fetter was kneeling down at the head of his mattress on her spindly bony legs, softly stroking his hair to soothe his groans of agony.

Fetter thrilled sensuously from the sight of his obvious agony, a natural sadist her whole life with a deep sexual fetish for other people's pain, a born dominatrix.

Fetter flicked her long grey hair flirtatiously as Adolf wailed piercingly from his agony, she was getting turned on. Adolf was exactly her type, muscular handsome and in hellish agony. She was currently single and Adolf's obvious romanticism had impressed her.

Fetter stroked her hands all over his hair, her body language flirtatious and provocative, wondering if she could get him to sleep with her. The flesh might be old, but the spirit was very much willing.

Other slave women were congregating hopefully around his mattress, and Mistress Fetter shot a warning look at them to back off, she wanted the new fresh man meat for herself!

This always happened when Wendy got a new male slave who was even remotely attractive. The female slaves heavily outnumbered the males in Wendy's household, and the competition for a boyfriend was always intense.

The competitor women ignored Fetter's warning look, and fussed over Adolf's wounds with soothing cool wet cloths.

Adolf hissed in a combination of pain and relief as the damn competition applied cool wet rags to his terrible hot wounds, and Fetter thrilled with jealousy.

Skinny young white blonde things with pretty faces, voluptuous curvy olive skinned brunettes with generously large breasts, petite elegant raven haired oriental girls, gorgeous young curly haired black girls, freckle faced young redheads, all gathered hopefully around Adolf.

Fetter gazed with bitter jealousy at her far younger and more desirable competition, and decided to just give up while she still had her dignity. Fetter wretchedly got up, and let the youngsters squabble over the fresh meat. A young blonde thing immediately took her place stroking Adolf's hair.

Fetter hobbled over to her own mattress, and settled down on her tired old bones. On the mattress next to her a slave couple were energetically having sex under a sheet.

Fetter sighed, it had been a very long time since Fetter had had a man lay with her like that, the long years without a lover were lonely.

Fetter stripped naked for bed, wearing only a rather humiliating adult diaper lest she have an accident in the night. She was physically very very old, and with that age came no end of humiliating problems.

Wendy had frozen Fetter's ageing process the moment she was enslaved, meaning that Fetter never physically aged even more, but she was instead eternally locked in the old and frail state she had already reached upon being enslaved, forever an old crone!

"I get Octavia tomorrow," Fetter loudly announced, needing relief.

"Not a chance! It's not your turn!" The already rostered group of slaves protested equally loudly.

Fetter grumbled to herself, she should have guessed. Playing with Octavia each day was by far the most popular job in the entire household, and Fetter's only form of sexual relief. A properly well tickled Octavia was horny enough to even sleep with Fetter, Fetter might prefer men, but she was bisexual enough to be Wendy's former wife, and could certainly enjoy the intimacies of Octavia.

"No! I am faithful to Wendy!" Adolf's voice suddenly shouted.

Fetter gazed over to see a deliberately topless blonde trying unsuccessfully to seduce Adolf into kissing her.

Fetter thrilled with satisfaction, if she couldn't get him then at least the youngsters apparently couldn't either.

Fetter considered her options, and decided to go visit a daemonette tomorrow, for a bit of intimate contact. Maybe SEVERAL daemonettes in fact!

***...

Octavia held herself completely still with practiced experience as she hung strapped upside down on her head, with her legs strapped spread wide in the specially designed "Wendy's breakfast bowl" frame. Wendy poured more milk and cereal into Octavia's defenceless vagina.

Wendy buried a spoon inside Octavia's pussy and spooned out another mouthful of milk and cereal, absentmindedly reading the mornings shipboard news from a tablet device as she sat eating, ignoring Octavia's moans of pleasure.

Discreetly standing almost out of sight in a far corner were a gaggle of attendant slaves, the male slaves with visible erections from the highly erotic spectacle. Wendy was aware of their presence but ignoring them, part of the unwritten system they had developed where they got to look and Wendy got to ignore them, a nice trade off that benefited everyone.

Wendy had to repeatedly refill Octavia with milk and cereal, her anatomy was not an ideal size or shape for this use, and could only hold so much at a time. Octavia was making noises of delight, turned on by this highly erotic activity, and her wet juices were adding to the milk.

Wendy's metal spoon went in astonishingly deeply, scraping the very end clean of cereal, scooping out a soggy spoonful of cereal and vaginal mucous. One of the men ejaculated on the spot as Wendy erotically slid this spoonful into her mouth.

Octavia got too excited several times, and Wendy had to leap aside split seconds before Octavia squirted out sprays of soggy cereal and milk, leaving a frightful mess dripping down Octavia and all over the floor. Wendy licked Octavia's skin clean each time, and several more men climaxed from the sight.

After a long and messy breakfast, Wendy simply left Octavia strapped upside down in her frame as she went off to get herself clean and gorgeous for work.

The slaves had been waiting for this, and advanced on the defenceless Octavia, hands making unsubtle squeezing motions.

Octavia squealed in excitement as they got closer, fidgeting playfully in a combination of fear and intense desire.

The squeezing hands made contact with Octavia, and she exploded into peals of laughter, completely receptive and consenting to this extremely fun routine sexual game that the slaves regularly played with her.

Octavia was very quickly penetrated by each man one after the other in turn, her lust aura driving them wild and making them climax far faster than they would like.

The women slaves were equally enthusiastic, as all who volunteered were either gay or bisexual, and Octavia gave legendarily good oral to women. One after the other Octavia's mouth was used by the women, the lust aura driving them to extremes of lust until an orgy took shape around Octavia.

This was a fairly typical morning for this Slaaneshi household, almost boringly normal in fact. Each day a different group of eager volunteers were rostered to "entertain" Octavia while Wendy was at work. The rest of the slaves had the much less fun ordinary chores, but all had equal amounts of time with Octavia, so no one complained except for a tiny minority of women too straight for even Octavia's lust aura to bend, as well as one especially bitter gay man.

Octavia was eventually "rescued" from her highly pleasing predicament by the now fully dressed and made up Wendy, who untied Octavia and ordered the slaves to cook breakfast for Octavia.

Wendy spent a few minutes passionately making out with Octavia before work, before reluctantly pulling herself away to leave for work, pausing only briefly to have a brief word with Fetter about the daily business of running the household.

As soon as Wendy had left the apartment, the slaves tied Octavia up with ropes and resumed their fun with her as she moaned and squealed with laughter.

They reluctantly stopped when Octavia's breakfast was ready, and untied just enough of her to let her eat as they stood a safe distance away from her lust aura and waited impatiently to resume their fun.

While this highly heavenly pass time was going on for a few lucky slaves in this one room, every other room in the household was currently being cleaned and tidied by the majority of less lucky slaves.

Adolf was feeling more than a little embarrassed as he cleaned the shit off of well used anal dildos!

"How many did they use?!" Adolf exclaimed as a young female slave brought him a fresh basketful of soiled dildos in one of the several laundry rooms.

"At least one more basket more to go, they like to use as many different varieties of dildo heads as they can for different sensations," the slave woman replied in an unknown accent.

Adolf groaned in disgust, and hissed slightly in pain from his shoulder length rubber gloves rubbing on his raw whip marked arms.

"Poor guy, that looks really painful," the pretty young blonde slave woman said sympathetically.

"It is," Adolf replied in self pity.

"Aw, well, I would be happy to help take your mind off it," the woman said provocatively, with all the subtlety of a plasma torpedo hitting an explosives stockpile.

Adolf merely shook his head, wary of mentioning that he was still set on his wife Wendy.

"Let me know if you change your mind," the young woman said disappointedly.

Adolf resumed washing and scrubbing the shit residue off an intimidating number of scarily large dildos. By the Emperor Wendy made a mess when she made love!

Adolf sniffed the dildo in his hands, uncertain which woman it had penetrated but hoping it had been Wendy. It smelled like shit and ass.

Adolf had a strange urge to lick it, to lick Wendy's shit! He resisted the unholy urge savagely. What the hell was wrong with him?!

Adolf resumed scrubbing the soiled sex toys, desperate to get them absolutely clean for Wendy's safety. By the Emperor she used a LOT!

The entire apartment palace was an unholy pit of sexual depravity, sex toys and bondage and immodest ladies attire filled the various rooms, more items than any sane couple could use in a lifetime of sex in healthy moderation, Wendy however somehow managed to use slightly more than half of these things in a single week!

Wendy's life was divided into segments, approximately 8 hours a day for work, maybe 6 hours for sleeping give or take two hours depending on how tired she was, and usually at least 8 hours a day having sex of one type or another. All other activities were squeezed into the remaining two or so hours left over.

The exact routine was not set, and some rare days she was not at work for whatever reason. Some days she had (relatively) little sex, some days she worked far longer than usual. Her life was chaotic just like all chaos was, but on the whole on average, Wendy Sevenson had utterly ridiculous amounts of sex each day.

Adolf gazed at the dildos. Every single one had penetrated Wendy at least hundreds of times over it's lifetime. Lucky dildos!

Adolf had for a few glorious weeks had his own penis used as Wendy's dildo, completely heavenly. It hadn't all been fun, Octavia's tickling fetish in particular had been hard to endure when you don't share said fetish but still had to feel it! Octavia was only happy if it went on for at least a few hours each day, and Adolf had been powerless to stop her as he endured it all.

Even worse had been all the gay sex! Octavia would apparently fuck literally anyone of any gender, and once her lust aura had reawakened in Adolf's body, the amount of gay sex with men had been especially intimidating! Octavia had used his mouth to give oral sex to guys! And she had had his ANUS penetrated by lines of guys!

Adolf had almost gone insane, and only the sex with Wendy had gotten him through without going mad.

He had been so lonely during those weeks, unable to communicate with anyone. So so lonely. Maybe he had gone a little mad?, During that loneliness the kisses and affection from Wendy had been the human contact that kept him going. She had looked him in the eye and told him "I love you", she had covered his face with kisses as his penis was inside her! His mouth had sucked her nipples and every other part of her body, his body had been all over her.

In the absence of words, this intimate touch had become the communication he needed. He had felt like she was making love to him himself, had felt like she was his wife, had felt like she was speaking directly to him. He had come to consider Wendy his own wife, and had fallen madly in love with her as the loneliness caused his sanity to continually deteriorate.

Adolf's heart was ablaze with passionate love for Wendy, he was utterly smitten with her. He wanted her more than he wanted anything, he wanted to marry her, redeem her, and bring her back home as his wife to meet his parents in the old hive city.

The savage pain in his back brought his attention back to the present.

He was branded, scourged half to death, and currently cleaning sex toys in a depraved Slaanesh dedicated palace onboard a Night Lord battleship. The woman he loved was a sadistic, sexually depraved, lesbian nymphomaniac, chaos champion of the unholy lust god Slaanesh, a woman who fucked her own brother, was related by blood to an entire army of Night Lords, and was more likely than not a highly dangerous sociopath!

All in all this was not a good situation to be in!

But he LOVED Wendy! And moreover, that nun had pronounced them husband and wife, making it official! She WAS his wife, in the eyes of the Emperor she was Adolf's, with all of the rights and privileges and responsibilities that went with it!

Sure, the new Mrs Wendy Lincoln might be a bit of a fixer upper, but with proper husbandly guidance and a firm hand she could be straightened out, right?

The agony in his back throbbed, and Adolf felt a thrill of fear. What if she flogged him again?

"Here's the next basket of dildos. I am very single by the way," the pretty blonde slave woman announced from the doorway.

Adolf gazed in irritation at this incessant temptress. She was young, pale skinned, with long platinum blonde hair. She was wearing a tight grey cotton shirt with very low cleavage, showing off the top half of a pair of perky, pleasantly large breasts, and an extremely short skirt that showed off a hint of her bright pink cotton panties.

The woman was holding the basket in such a way as to deliberately show off and enhance her cleavage, and smiling at him provocatively.

"Are you always so direct?," Adolf asked her crossly.

"I don't get much chance to date, Wendy won't let us bring home any guys." The girl said flirtingly.

"So you just throw yourself at every new man who enters Wendy's service?," Adolf accused disapprovingly.

"What is your problem?, I'm giving it away here!" She finally snapped at him.

"I have a wife," Adolf explained gently.

"You mean Wendy?," the girl asked.

"Yes, the nuns made it official in the eyes of the Emperor," Adolf explained to the young slut.

"She will just flog you again if you keep this up. Wendy is never going to be your girl, not ever, not in a million years. I on the other hand can be your girl right now," the young woman said softly.

Adolf recoiled away from her terrible words and threw a freshly clean dildo at her, hitting her in the top of the head.

The woman gently lowered her basket and bent down sensuously to retrieve the thrown dildo. She then held eye contact with him and erotically sucked the phallic object, playing her tongue all over it and winking.

"This dildo could be you," she offered.

"Give me that! Now I have to clean it again!" Adolf snapped crossly.

"Come and get it," she purred, holding it in her mouth.

Adolf got up and simply snatched it suddenly from her mouth, not playing her game.

"You almost pulled out my teeth!" She hissed in pain.

"It serves you right for putting it in your mouth," Adolf told her.

The woman hissed in pain and crossly stormed out of the room, looking offended.

***...