Chapter 53(orphan)

Onboard the dark baroquely decorated command bridge of the Nightmare Asylum, pandemonium was erupting as every cogitator in the entire system blared out angry protestor propaganda.

"Justice for the victims of the wedding reception massacre! Free Wendy and her husband at once!" Speaker systems blared righteously.

Phd doctor Brand Sevenson cursed in dismay, so far powerless to purge this latest computer virus from the cogitator networks.

Sharp agony suddenly filled Brand as her mother Wendy whipped her without warning, making Brand shriek with pain.

"What is taking so long slut!" Wendy shouted at Brand.

"The virus is embedded throughout the system Mistress, it will take a long time to isolate and purge," Brand mewled subserviently.

"Well hurry up and do it slut!" Wendy shouted and flogged her again.

Brand moaned with slight masochism from the pain, and redoubled her efforts to counteract the cyber attack.

"Let Wendy worship the Emperor freely!" The speakers throughout the entire ship announcement system screamed in every room on the ship.

Brand had partially disassembled the cogitator in front of her, and was using incorruptible firmware gadgets to track the lines of computer code and try to find and isolate the virus.

"Slaves and workers and poor unite in rebellion! You are poor while the holds overflow with gold! You are oppressed when freedom is there for the taking! Rise up in rebellion, you have nothing to lose but your chains!" The propaganda blasted across the entire ship!

Wendy and many other Sevenson women all screamed at these dangerous words being broadcast through the ship, and demanded that someone shut it down!

Brand desperately searched through the codes for the virus, if this wasn't stopped then the entire ship would erupt in full scale rebellion!

Brand's gadgets beeped suddenly, warning that another hacker was now actively downloading malware into the system. Brand desperately tried to track the origin of the hack, they were here on the bridge somewhere!

"Mistress Wendy! Someone in this room just added a fresh virus!" Brand warned without hesitation.

"Marines! Hold the doors! No one is leaving this room until I find this fucker!" Wendy ordered with shrill rage.

Sinister Night Lords blocked every single exit, and Brand was lashed and ordered to trace the culprit.

Brand feverishly followed the code and shouted, "cogitator 5A!"

"You BITCH!" Wendy shrieked at the culprit, followed by sounds of violence and pain.

Brand took advantage of her sudden lack of punishment to focus on searching out the location of the viruses, the virus programs were carefully hidden all throughout the system, nestled away in lines of other codes in all sorts of different program files.

The whip bit Brand again, making her scream.

"Find all the other culprits slut!" Wendy demanded.

"Yes Mistress Wendy!" Brand whimpered submissively.

Brand desperately searched for the origins of the codes as she was repeatedly beaten and shouted at, driving her into a frenzy of desperation.

The whip bit her again and again, filling her with pain!

"Cogitator 162Y, in the public section of the librarium!" Brand called out, discovering the origin of another of the viruses.

"I want them arrested at once!" Wendy shouted.

"Brothers, storm the armouries! Arm yourselves and fight for your freedom!" The propaganda roared with fiery zeal.

"Fuck! I want those armouries locked down NOW!" Wendy bellowed.

The whip hit Brand again, and she frantically tracked down the hackers all the faster, pushed to the limit of how fast she could work.

"Cogitator 37T in maintenance!" Brand screamed.

The skin left bare by Brand's skimpy black leather outfit was now bright red and raw from the whip, and the terrible pain drove her onwards to find one breach after another.

"More slut, I want ALL of these fuckers!" Wendy screamed at her.

Brand was utterly submissive, deep in sexual "subspace" from her brutal treatment, and obeyed Wendy without question. The sharp sting of the whip made her jump with fresh bursts of speed every time it struck, and her pace was now superhuman.

"Cogitator 42J, public librarium! That's the last one Mistress!" Brand blurted in terror.

"Good girl! Now shut down that propaganda and remove the viruses slut!" Wendy shouted dominantly.

"Yes Mistress!" Brand squeaked and frantically obeyed.

The whip hit her again, drawing blood this time, and Brand yelped like a branded dog!

Brand desperately decoded the virus programs as her back was minced raw and bloody by the whip, she was crying now from her pain, but so utterly submissive that she was enjoying her brutal domination. This was a strange mix of heaven and hell, just as the worship of Slaanesh always was.

Brand's blood was flicking everywhere now, flicked by the whip in red lines of dots over the tables and cogitators all around her!

Brand's brain was desperate to escape the pain, and unlocking new ultrafast potential, breaking through codes faster than conscious thought. Brand surprised even herself with how fast she silenced the blaring propaganda, and was rewarded for her troubles with fresh abuse.

Brand was in a trance of deepest submission now, and time seemed to slow down as her altered state of consciousness was able to crack codes impossible for her usual mind, almost autistic from the depth of her current subspace.

Her bleeding back was flogged almost down to the muscle by the time that she managed to purge the entire system clean of malware, and she sat panting in relief as the whip finally stopped!

"Good slut! VERY good slut!" Wendy praised her dominantly.

Brand thrilled with submissive delight at being called a "good slut", and Wendy lovingly pulled Brand's long brown hair and slapped her around.

"The rest of you sluts, get to work!" Wendy shouted, whipping other people as Brand sat basking in submissive subspace, back bleeding and throbbing with pain.

Brand busied herself with putting the cogitator back together as Wendy screamed at sluts and beat them, saying a prayer of thanks to Slaanesh for her wonderful pain and domination. She felt blissfully peaceful basking in the intense afterglow of her brutal treatment, hypnotic even.

Brand was done with her specialist duties for now, and calmly walked over to join the other currently unoccupied specialists that were sitting submissively around the edges of the room. Brand approached her sister Bullwhip among these submissive women, and the two sisters kissed heavily in greeting, both utterly submissive and filled with the whispers of Slaanesh.

Brand sat canoodling with Bullwhip for a long time, chasing her tongue around in circles in an open mouthed kiss. For how long exactly they kissed, neither could say, as the bliss of subspace clouded their minds of all except sensation and ecstasy.

When the time felt right the two sisters broke the sensual kiss, and sat together cuddling, heads leaning together as they basked in hypnotic bliss, utterly comfortable and calm.

Brand smiled, she had needed that long kiss. The kissing was a form of "aftercare", an essential part at the end of any bondage game to soothe and reaffirm the submissive and prevent them experiencing post traumatic stress disorder, stabilising Brand's extreme emotions back to calm normality.

The sisters watched absentmindedly as their mother flogged and screamed at submissive sluts, those lucky sluts were having so much fun.

Explosions echoed off in a distant part of the ship, and reports blared, "5th secondary armoury breached, repeat 5th secondary armoury breached!"

"Oh dear," Bullwhip whispered sleepily to Brand, too hypnotic from her submissive work state of mind to be overly alarmed by this event.

"This is serious!" Brand hissed back, and screamed shrilly in panic until Wendy whipped her into silence.

"Shut up slut! No screaming!" Wendy shouted.

Gunfire could now be heard, LOTS of gunfire, and reports came in of a full scale battle raging inside the breached armoury.

BOOM!

"2nd and 4th secondary armouries breached! Request reinforcements!"

"Luke! Go and stop this mess!" Wendy shouted into a vox as the sounds of violence intensified.

Wendy walked up and pulled Brand painfully to her feet by the hair, and pulled her hobbling on her high heels and hissing in pain by the hair, agonisingly slapping her bleeding raw back to force Brand down into a seat in front of a cogitator.

"Give me real time intelligence of the enemy movements slut!" Wendy demanded, pinching her bleeding back to make her shriek with pain.

"Yes Mistress!" Brand whimpered submissively, and used the cogitator to access the ship surveillance systems.

A quick look around showed tens of thousands of slaves protesting in massive angry mobs, spread all over the common lower ranking crew residential decks and around a growing number of armouries. Mobs were stealing weapons from captured armouries, and gunning down daemonettes that were scrambling to intercept them.

Brand put the footage up on a giant screen above Wendy for her to see, and was flogged in thanks.

"Fuck, I want our own sections of the ship locked down NOW! Keep them out in the poor scum sections! Do NOT let them reach anyone important!" Wendy commanded arrogantly.

Blast doors across the ship slid shut with blaring sirens, and Night Lords could be seen on the monitors, taking positions behind the closed blast doors to protect the Sevenson women as the riots got worse.

These sorts of riots happened a lot in the Sevenson domains, it was inevitable really, and only constant violence from Night Lords kept the riots subdued and the gynarchy dynasty firmly in power. The problem was the rampant class consciousness of all the captured slaves who made up so much of the population.

Humans unfortunately were not evolved to be enslaved or subordinated. Human beings had evolved as stick wielding hunter gatherers, nomadic bands of basically classless communists who freely shared food and everything else with every member of the tribe, with little of any leadership structures, just free people with everyone more or less equal.

This horrible state of universal equality had been impossible to destroy in a small nomadic tribe type society, where everyone knew everyone else, where secrets were impossible, where you only had what could be carried with you, and where food couldn't be hoarded by just a few at the expense of the many! Thank Slaanesh for the wonderful invention of agriculture!

Wonderful agriculture had made it possible to stay in one place, hoard wealth, and fortify resources so that others could be barred access to them. Finally it had been possible for the most psychopathic members of each society to subdue and enslave and starve their fellow human beings, allowing the invention of slavery, serfdom, kings, emperors, aristocracy, feudalism, capitalism, exploitation, inequality, dictatorships, fascism, nationalism, nazism, imperialism, autocracy, theocracy, sexism, racism, and a thousand other wonderfully decadent things!

But the majority of people had not enjoyed this unequal treatment, and the history of the human race ever since the invention of agriculture had been basically one constant ongoing struggle of class warfare, between the exploited majority of the human race and the tiny minority of ruling class sociopaths who selfishly subjugated their fellow man.

Different periods of history were marked by different lies the ruling minority classes told to justify their right to enslave the vast miserable masses. At first it had been justified by religion, some gods or other had commanded that these rulers parasite off the hard work of their slaves and serfs. It had then been shifted to a ridiculous concept of duty, it was the duty of the sweaty masses to serve the king, or the fuhrer, or the fatherland, or the emperor, or their race, or whatever else, and this duty could only be done by maintaining the power of the ruling class.

Shortly after this idea of duty had fallen apart, the powerful had come up with the genius lie of capitalism, with all it's promising lies about markets being free and wealth being earned by the hardest working. Why yes sweaty peasants, of COURSE you too can become as rich as the billionaire class, just work really REALLY hard, invest wisely and ANYONE can rise to the top! Complete and total grox shit of course, but for a few generations the idiots believed it, and wallowed in poverty while the same ruling class as always was born into extreme wealth, wealth earned by the dedicated hard work of the deluded idiots.

At around the same time as capitalism was spinning it's lies, vicious autocrats began calling themselves communists, they weren't anything of the sort, but rulers will lie, and idiots will believe them. This whole false communism autocracy scam lasted a few generations, and further confused the hell out of people, just adding to the benefit of those in power on all sides. Utterly hilarious!

The environment of earth had been destroyed by catastrophic climate change shortly after this period, and the fabled Terra was reduced to a sweltering hell scape, just as it continued to be today, and the ruling class fled to Mars and the Moon and across the solar system, setting up new despotic reigns as the ruined ecosystems of earth devolved into a war torn hellhole.

It had been funny as fuck, and had stayed funny right up until true communism was finally set up and the class system abolished for a few centuries! Damn killjoys!

The Sevenson women of today carried on this fine tradition of class and exploitation, a tiny minority who ruled billions of slaves and common poor heretics, ruthlessly exploiting them like those evil robber barons and slave owners of old.

The problem for the Sevensons was that they didn't have a lie that actually worked on everyone. They couldn't just appeal to the will of Slaanesh putting them in power, because less than half of the sweaty masses actually worshipped Slaanesh, and those who did might change chaos gods at a moment's notice if the abuses got too bad. And of course the captured Emperor worshipping slaves would simply laugh at them if they suggested that the EMPEROR wanted the Sevensons in power!

The lies about duty worked better, and a few chaos cults were loyal to them from misguided duty and honour, throwing away their lives to keep the few in power and privilege. Unfortunately not enough of the masses had this sense of blind duty, and saw through the illusion.

The lies of capitalism hadn't worked to convince anyone in almost 38 thousand years, it was just too fucking obvious that a poor person couldn't work their way to the ruling class, a poor person had a better chance of being struck by lightning. It was such an obvious lie that anyone who wasn't indoctrinated from birth to believe it would see through it instantly. A bunch of captured Imperial slaves certainly wouldn't believe that sort of crap from the Sevensons!

No matter what lie the Sevensons tried to spin, people just kept seeing through it, leading to spectacular mass rebellions on a semi regular basis.

Unable to solidify the inequality with lies like normal rulers, unable to justify why they were in luxury while the rest wallowed in poverty and squalor, the Sevensons had to resort to brutal violence to keep the masses in their place.

Brand suddenly screamed in pain as Wendy flogged her bleeding back and called her a slut!

"Update the images slut!" Wendy screamed at her.

Brand yelped fearfully, the irony of her own brutal subjugation completely lost on her, and changed the cameras on display to follow the rioting crowd.

The angry masses were outside the blast doors now, armed with lasguns and autoguns, and shouting chants while holding banners.

"LET WENDY WORSHIP THE EMPEROR!" One of the banners read.

"Oh for fuck's sake! Who even spreads this gossip?," Wendy exclaimed in exasperation.

Other banners waved around in view:

"EMPEROR WORSHIPPING WENDY TO CAPTAIN SHIP!"

"LET MR AND MRS LINCOLN FREE!"

"FREEDOM FOR SLAVES!"

"DEATH TO HERETICS!"

"VENGEANCE FOR THE RECEPTION MASSACRE!"

Brand gaped at this selection of messages.

Wendy had an extremely calculating look on her cruel face now, she was obviously thinking up a plan.

"I think I can solve this whole mess without bloodshed," Wendy said quietly with a smile of triumph.

***...

Adolf was astonished as his beloved Wendy enthusiastically kissed him in front of a cheering crowd of heavily armed rag clad slaves! This was a miracle!

Wendy broke the kiss and lovingly held his hand, turning to face the grotty crowd. She was dressed the most conservatively Adolf had ever seen her, with heavy makeup completely hiding her chaos mark of Slaanesh from view. Her hair was covered piously, and she might have had a little halo over her head from the way she carried herself.

Adolf and Wendy were standing atop a set of stairs in front of a blast door, with tens of thousands of cheering slaves filling a vast corridor in front of the bottom of the stairs. Adolf had been hastily dressed in tattered rags just like the crowd, and felt a bit underdressed compared to Wendy's saintly attire.

Wendy waved happily to the crowd and a beaming smile filled her beautiful face, showing off beautiful white teeth.

"Thank you friends for fighting on our behalf. The Sevensons have heard your cries for justice, and have released my husband and I from our, ah, captivity." Wendy orated powerfully.

Adolf gazed at her, feeling puzzled, as the crowd erupted in cheers at her words.

"I am also now in command of this vessel, and with my first act I have decreed that a grand cathedral to the Emperor be set up aboard this ship for all to worship freely!" Wendy announced.

The crowd was jubilant.

"Come friends, follow me to the new cathedral!" Wendy announced, and at a gesture from her hand the blast doors behind her opened.

Wendy led Adolf happily by the hand, the ecstatic cheering crowd following behind them, and walked through the strangely empty corridors.

Adolf put his mouth to her ear and whispered, "what's going on my love?"

Wendy smiled sweetly and whispered back into his ear, "this crowd will kill us if we don't tell them what they want to hear, so keep silent and just nod and smile at whatever I tell them."

Adolf went pale at these words and held his wife protectively. Wendy smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek.

The corridors were echoing loudly with cheering now, and the crowd pressed all around them now, only just behind them.

Wendy seemed to be very deliberately leading them away from the quarters where the Sevenson women lived, heading instead towards one of the unoccupied skyscrapers that jutted up from the top of the massive starboard side rear starboard observation fin, an area of the ship that was virtually uninhabited, considered an "unfashionable" location by the Sevenson women for some reason.

They entered the ground floor of the mighty armoured steel tower, and huge piles of gold greeted their eyes.

"Whoops, forgot gold was stored here..." Wendy whispered under her breath, heard only by Adolf.

"A donation for the cathedral!" Wendy announced to the crowd without missing a beat, gesturing at the piles of gold ingots.

The crowd roared with joy and surged forward in awe to touch the gold. Tens of thousands swarmed all over the piles, and the side of Wendy's face twitched slightly as she noticed people carrying away ingots to steal for themselves.

Wendy smiled sweetly to the crowd as they all entered, making sure that all the armed stragglers were inside, and then cleared her throat.

"This entire tower is your new cathedral..." Wendy began.

The thick metal blast doors of the tower suddenly slammed shut with a loud BOOM!

Adolf barely had time to gape before a bright magenta teleportation beam glowed around him and Wendy...

Adolf screamed in piercing agony as he was teleported without a protective suit of power armour, electric agony filled every nerve in his entire body!

He materialised screaming on the deck of the Nightmare Asylum bridge. Wendy appeared beside him, moaning loudly in pleasure from the agony of teleportation.

Adolf curled up in a ball on the floor, weeping in agony and horror. What had Wendy just done?!

"Oh dear, we appear to have been kidnapped again husband." Wendy announced cheerfully.

"What happened to all those people?!" Adolf asked, dreading the answer.

"They are all fine, just locked in the tower, they will surrender their weapons eventually and return to slavery, either that or die of dehydration and starvation." Wendy said sweetly.

"You didn't kill them?," Adolf asked with a sigh of relief.

"Living slaves are a lot more valuable than dead slaves, especially tens of thousands of them. Also Octavia and Franklin would both have an utter fit..." Wendy explained cheerfully.

"Also because you have a conscience?," Adolf asked hopefully.

Wendy paused at these words, and a troubled pained look filled her face, evidence of a deeply buried conscience screaming to get out. Wendy shuddered all over, and for a moment she looked deeply ashamed of herself. She gazed at Adolf with desperate haunted tired eyes, eyes that had seen far too much evil, eyes exhausted under the weight of terrible inner guilt.

A single tear ran down Wendy's face, and for a moment her eyes looked every bit as ancient as her chronological age. It lasted mere seconds, but during that time Adolf was staring through her eyes into the soul underneath, an ancient soul numb from horrors, but a human soul with a real conscience.

Wendy's face changed back to normal, and she now looked irritated.

"Wendy my dear, it is not too late to turn back, I can help you," Adolf offered chivalrously.

"Turn back?," Wendy asked dangerously.

"Turn back from REAL evil. Not the fake issues of lesbianism and kinky sex, but the REAL evil, stuff that kills people, the stuff that you KNOW is wrong," Adolf explained imploringly.

The hint of a conscience returned to Wendy's face at this, and she once again looked deeply troubled and weary of the darkness in her heart. The sight was so sad that Adolf reflexively hugged her.

Wendy tensed in his arms for a terrible moment, and then suddenly broke down into loud sobbing!

Adolf was surprised but delighted by her reaction, and just held her tightly, rubbing her back as she sobbed with guilt and grief. He smelled her hair as he hugged her, her perfume smelled so wonderful!

Wendy's tears cut lines through her makeup, revealing her glowing pink mark of Slaanesh hidden on her cheek underneath, causing a soft pink glow to reflect off Adolf's face.

Adolf simply held his wife tenderly, and let her cry out her guilt and grief. She was weeping hoarsely now in giant gasps, wetting his shoulder with her cascading tears.

Wendy clung to him like her life depended on it, and he kissed her hair tenderly. This moment had a sacredness to it.

People were gawking at them now, and the huge chaos raptor Augusta was stalking over, murder written in his poise.

"What did you do to my stepmother?," Augusta asked accusingly in a harsh demonic voice.

"(Sob), leave him alone!" Wendy commanded crossly.

"Yes Mummy," Augusta rumbled respectfully, but did not back off.

The giant Astartes moved right up to them, towering threateningly over the pair like a baroquely carved ceramite gargoyle. Adolf gulped nervously.

The monster placed a gauntleted hand softly on Wendy's back, and gently attempted to remove Wendy from Adolf's arms. Wendy resisted, but not hard, and merely clung to Adolf and sobbed herself out for a long time.

Adolf lovingly rocked Wendy gently in his arms, and her tears gradually soothed to mere sniffles. Adolf hugged her tighter and she gradually relaxed completely, just hanging peacefully in his arms.

More Night Lords surrounded them now, sinister dark blue giants with murderous weaponry in hand. None of them looked particularly pleased with Adolf at the moment...

Wendy gave a great big sigh and finally pushed herself free of the hug, her cheeks so streaked with tears that the mark of Slaanesh was almost fully visible now.

She sighed deeply and said, "that felt exquisite... (Sigh), so much emotion. Orgasmic. (Contented sigh), Thank you Adolf for the delectable pleasure."

Adolf gawked at her, was she serious?!

Wendy stretched erotically and wiped away the makeup covering her mark of Slaanesh, exposing it to the world. She ripped off her conservative clothes and stood wearing only a black push-up bra and backwards leather G string!

Wendy held out a hand expectantly, and a Night Lord placed a whip in her hand.

Wendy advanced on Adolf, and curled her whip sensuously around his neck. She used the whip to pull him in close, and lovingly kissed him, briefly slipping her tongue into his mouth before finally breaking the kiss!

"You may play with me and Octavia tonight, you don't get a safe word or limits," Wendy purred sweetly at Adolf.

Adolf spurted out a bit of precum in astonished arousal, and nodded enthusiastically.

"Maybe having a husband won't be so bad after all," Wendy sighed in bliss and sensually walked away to flog her bridge crew.

Adolf could only blink in utter delighted astonishment. Wendy had accepted him as her husband!

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