Chapter 63(orphan)

The engines were loud, really REALLY LOUD! The vacuum of space had previously masked just how earthquake inducingly, bowel looseningly, bone vibratingly LOUD the Nightmare Asylum engines actually were!

The desert outside was engulfed with a huge mountain of fire and noise, kicking up millions of tons of sand in a gargantuan sand storm that obscured everything.

Unlike the hard vacuum of space, the surface of the planet 92/EHY/55 had a thick atmosphere to carry sounds, and the now fully sound conductive surroundings finally gave some genuine indication of the apocalyptic RACKET the engines of a ship this big actually made!

Franklin and his nuns held their ears against this wall of noise. They had thought that the shuttle that originally abducted them had been loud, they now realised that that shuttle had been a mere whisper in comparison to this TRUE noise!

Franklin was currently standing with his nuns on the bridge of the Nightmare Asylum, and they were almost driven to all their knees by the wall of sound and vibration. The observation window showed nothing but swirling dust and smoke and flaming plasma engine exhaust, no one could see even ten meters through the violent swirl.

The Nightmare Asylum was barely above the ground, far too heavy to ever reach escape velocity from the gravity well of 92/EHY/55 under normal circumstances. The ship could barely remain hovering airborne at all to be honest.

Fortunately the ship had a warp drive...

Franklin was already calling desperately on the power of the Emperor, to wrestle against the unholy forces of the howling violent warp storm that followed them everywhere. The chaos gods, (except Slaanesh), had still not forgiven the Nightmare Asylum for the slaughter of the countless trillions of their worshippers on Lavender Furnace, and still tried to kill them at every turn with terrible fury in the warp.

The warp storm itself wasn't so much a traditional warp storm, but was rather a result of the warp turbulence caused by a gigantic daemonic army of Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle daemons that were forever following their position through the warp, trying to attack them!

The Emperor alone had the power to push back such a mighty enemy, Franklin himself was nothing at all more than a conduit for the Emperor's holy power to flow through.

These hostile daemons of the warp had begun materialising in the desert outside a few hours ago, the planet was now so saturated with the worship energy of Slaanesh that daemons of other gods could now appear out of thin air to attack them! Only the Gellar field was keeping them from materialising INSIDE the Nightmare Asylum, Golden Throne the mere thought of that was terrifying!

The Nightmare Asylum was out of time now, the last few remaining chunks of the embedded battle barge had still not been fully removed but they couldn't wait any longer!

The billions of traitor penal legionaries had been numerous enough to fight back these daemons for the last few hours, but the daemons attacking them were endlessly replaced by more daemons that appeared out of thin air, just beyond the outer edges of the Gellar field. The daemons seemed able to cross the Gellar field once they materialised, and had charged endlessly at the Nightmare Asylum. It was not a fight that even the billions of convicts could win in the long term.

A badly burned feral red bloodletter of Khorne suddenly emerged, stepping through the swirling chaos of dust in front of the forward observation window!

The bloodletter was walking on the maintenance access balcony in front of the window, it was pounding on the thick armoured glass with a huge sword it carried!

Thousands of penal legionary lasguns opened fire inside the bridge, aimed at the window! The window might be destroyed!

The light beams of the lasgun lasers simply passed harmlessly through the transparent glass the boring way light beams usually do, hitting the bloodletter and burning holes all through it, killing it...

More daemons came into view, the penal legionaries had all retreated inside the ship for takeoff, and the hostile daemons had now apparently swarmed all over the outside of the ship in their absence.

Franklin was astonished that the daemons could survive the inferno firestorm being kicked out by the engines! How could ANYTHING be so supernaturally tough!

The noise and fury outside was utterly apocalyptic, by rights anything outside right now should be completely dead.

The penal legionaries gunned down every hostile daemon they saw.

Franklin couldn't hear a thing except the unending roar of the engines. Even with hands over his ears he couldn't block out the noise.

He was desperately pushing back the warp storm adjacent to their location in real space, he was getting rapidly exhausted, even as a neophyte he could only channel so much holy power before he was out of stamina.

They needed to go to warp NOW while he still had endurance left!

The raging dust storm was suddenly being sucked with hurricane force towards the front of the ship.

The Nightmare Asylum was opening up a warp jump rift in front of itself, exposing the thick atmosphere of 92/EHY/55 to the hard baryonic vacuum of the warp!

The atmosphere of the planet was screaming into the hole through the fabric of reality, buffeting the Nightmare Asylum terribly.

The Nightmare Asylum was being sucked forward now!

(CRASH noise drowned out completely by the engines)

Franklin suddenly sprawled off his feet onto the hard floor.

The pilots had panicked and the Nightmare Asylum had lost its careful balance in the winds and dropped its nose into the ground!

The air was still sucking huge clouds of dust into the rift, the warp rift was full size now!

The nose of the Nightmare Asylum was rising up again...

The ship was shaking terribly, buffeted by terrible winds as the mighty engines awkwardly maintained it's balance. It was not very aerodynamic at all in shape, designed to never leave the vacuum of space, and struggling greatly just to control itself in the air.

The Nightmare Asylum crept forwards, huge weight and inertia slowly and grudgingly giving ground to the forces of the atmosphere blowing into the hard vacuum. The warp rift was getting closer.

The ship almost lost balance at the last possible second, and the Nightmare Asylum was blown through by the wind at an unnerving angle, leaning sickeningly down on the port side!

Franklin felt nauseous from the motion, stomach contents splashing around inside his stomach sickeningly.

The direction of gravity suddenly changed, and almost the entire current bridge population vomited with motion sickness, including Franklin!

The Nightmare Asylum was no longer under the gravity of 92/EHY/55 and the artificial gravity had taken over without warning, with nauseating results!

The Nightmare Asylum was now in the warp, surrounded by a vast cloud of spreading dust and sand and gas. The warp rift would have closed the moment after they left through it, conserving the remaining atmosphere of 92/EHY/55 for the Imperium to reuse the planet.

The terrible avalanche of engine noise subsided, the gas outside the ship was now too spread out to transmit sounds. The resulting relative silence was almost deafening.

Franklin had not ceased transmitting the Emperor's power through himself this entire time, and simply continued holding the warp storm at bay as the Nightmare Asylum picked up speed and momentum.

Lasguns were firing at the windows, the hostile daemons were still crawling all over the outside hull of the ship. The Nightmare Asylum was thankfully still an armoured warship, it might be made of thick plates of common industrial grade steel rather than ceramite or adamantium, but even steel was resilient enough to keep out daemonic infantry, at least for a while at any rate.

Men would eventually be forced to go out there in space suits and eradicate all of the daemons, but for now they seemed content to just shoot them through the windows with lasers.

***...

A few hours later Franklin was getting tired. The Nightmare Asylum had surely picked up enough velocity by now to safely drop back into real space without falling back towards the now far distant planet 92/EHY/55.

Penal legionaries with sniper lasguns had taken to every window on the ship, and had been busily shooting as many daemons as they could reach from their lines of sight. The only hostile daemons that now remained were those sheltering in odd blind spots that no windows had line of sight to.

The daemons had caused numerous hull breaches over the last few hours, especially the daemons of Tzeentch and Nurgle using magic flames and corrosive vomits, and some sections of the ship were leaking out atmosphere and being sealed off with blast doors until the possessed hull had time to heal.

"I am getting tired now Father," Franklin announced finally.

"So soon?, We still have a long way to go to reach the rendezvous with the rest of the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent fleets to offload our blasted treasures." Franklin's father Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson hissed bitterly in his warp altered demonic voice.

"I won't make it that far in just one trip," Franklin apologised stiffly.

"Bah, very well. Let the lapdogs wait a few more hours or days, I am in no hurry to give away the treasure so many of us fought and died for." Luke allowed with hateful bitterness.

"Drop out of warp!" Luke shouted at the female crew.

The bikini clad female bridge crew all looked at him, unaccustomed to being bossed around by a man.

"PLEASE drop out of the warp, Franklin can't go on," Luke amended with exaggerated subservience.

The women were more cooperative this time, and swiftly dropped the ship out of the warp into the star filled blackness of deep real space.

Franklin sighed and relaxed his Emperor given powers. He was quite exhausted.

"I am getting extremely sick of being the only man in our family with any real balls to stand up to you damn women! When I give an order I expect to be obeyed!" Luke was currently shouting at the bridge women.

"Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Liling Sevenson is next in the line of command MAN, you rank lower than any of us, learn your fucking place you insubordinate MAN!" One of the women shouted back.

"Don't speak to my uncle like that!" Another woman shouted at the first.

"He is completely insubordinate!" Retorted the first.

"Proudly so, I am the only Night Lord in the entire fucking family who has any fucking balls around all these fucking WOMEN." Luke replied unapologetically.

"Get on your knees for punishment," the woman ordered with arrogant authority, brandishing up a whip.

Luke stood his ground and spat a gob of acid on the dark metal floor.

The woman was briefly taken aback, her pretty long blonde headed young face looking both outraged and uncertain.

Luke held her gaze until she looked away angrily, and lowered her whip.

Luke chuckled and turned to Franklin.

"How by the Golden Throne did you defy her will like that Father?," Franklin asked in wonder.

"I am walking the path of chaos lord, gradually creeping closer and closer to eventual demonic ascension as a daemon prince. The chaos gods have no use of a daemon prince who is a complete bootlick, so Slaanesh has granted me liberation from the unmanning that affects the rest of you poor sods," Luke explained with obvious pride.

"Don't continue any further down the path of damnation Father, turn to the light of the Emperor and serve as a loyalist space marine of old," Franklin offered his father solemnly.

Luke Sevenson merely grunted at this, acknowledging that Franklin had spoken but not replying.

"You have your mother's heart, she was always a passionate woman about doing what she believed in. I can see so much of her character in you," Luke said with nostalgic fondness.

"My character is NOTHING like hers!" Franklin exclaimed, shocked at the very suggestion.

"No no my boy, you misunderstand me. Your VALUES are totally different from your mother's, but your actual character and heart is the same. You have her passion and optimism, just radically different beliefs," Luke explained with a chuckle.

Franklin firmly shook his head and his father dropped the entire topic with a gesture of his armoured hands.

"I know that we don't exactly see eye to eye on things, but I am deeply proud of you Franklin. You have come a long way from when we first got you back all those months ago." Luke told him in an affectionate fatherly sort of way that was out of place in his warp altered voice.

Franklin was strangely moved and touched by this praise from his father, it actually felt... Nice, to hear these words.

"Come, come home with me as you recover your stamina. Octavia will cook something for us, she is a better cook than me at least," Luke ushered.

"That sounds lovely," Sister Mary suddenly piped in.

Luke turned to her in surprise.

"You nuns were so quiet back there that I forgot you were standing there. (Deep rumble of thought), very well, you slave girls are welcome to accompany your master Franklin, you can help Octavia cook for so many people as I have fellowship with my son," Luke allowed indulgently.

"We can help with the cooking, it will be a welcome change from eating cold tinned dehydrated penal rations in Mr and Mrs Wong's bathroom," Mother Superior allowed.

"What are you doing living in a bathroom?, Move in with me and Octavia, I will be all too happy to evict some of these convict squatters to make room for you all," Luke insisted generously.

Franklin looked to his nuns, the nuns nodded in approval.

"Yes Father, we would like that," Franklin said gratefully.

"Octavia is an adequate housekeeper when she can pull herself away from those damn convicts," Luke informed them conversationally.

"You really should marry that woman Father," Franklin said in gentle disapproval.

"Octavia?, I almost did once, I even proposed to her. That was many many years ago." Luke reminisced.

"You PROPOSED MARRIAGE to Octavia?! Why isn't she your wife then?," Franklin asked bewildered.

"Octavia turned me down, said she could never marry "a man who murdered her entire family", she used to hate me," Luke explained with a slight edge of obvious pain.

Franklin was at a momentary loss for words.

"She forgave me years later, after I was already married to TigerLily. Was a bit too late by then. I have a complex and painful history with Octavia, she and I have been sexually intimate since a few weeks before you yourself were conceived Franklin, its a big part of why you came into the world." Luke said softly, the memories clearly painful.

No one said anything, the silence just stretched on, this was not a nice conversation to continue.

Franklin found the nerve to force himself to speak after a time.

"You should marry her now, or else you should stop treating her like she's your wife. The poor woman really needs redemption and a husband to rescue her from her lesbian urges." Franklin said awkwardly.

"Octavia already has a husband remember..." Luke said quietly.

"Daemons don't count," Franklin dismissed the ridiculous suggestion.

Luke merely grunted and held his peace, leading them to his personal quarters.

The front door they entered through was surprisingly less impressive than Wendy's front door. The apartment quarters beyond was certainly large and well furnished, but actually significantly smaller than Wendy's gigantic palace was.

The walls were mostly bare and wholesome, lacking engraving or carvings in the walls, just bare steel walls without heresy or ornamentation. The rooms were open and uncluttered save for many convict sleeping bags, the home wholesome and lacking bondage devices in every room.

The rooms Franklin saw had only basic and honest wholesome furniture, enlarged and reinforced for Luke's huge size and weight. It was such a relief!

Guns and ammunition and armour and other military gear was neatly ordered in organised and well placed stands and cabinets, all well cleaned and very easy to reach. Bookshelves were neatly lined with military texts, everything from the Codex Astartes to an extremely ancient book labeled "the Art of War".

The rooms were relatively well lit, the extra lighting clearly for the benefit of the convicts, and the light showed just how clean and wholesome everything was. It was all in all the home of a seasoned professional soldier, the home of an actual space marine worthy of the name.

Franklin had not been expecting any of this and was deeply impressed.

Empty sleeping bags were absolutely everywhere, but strangely no actual people could be seen anywhere. It was slightly odd.

"Where are all the people who sleep here?," Franklin wondered out loud.

"They will be wherever Octavia is, probably in my bedroom," Franklin's father informed him.

Franklin and his nuns all groaned at these words, poor led astray Octavia...

Moaning could be heard up ahead behind a closed door..

Luke opened the door, revealing the sheer scale of how low Octavia's nymphomania could go. Hundreds of men tightly filled the room, centred around a massive bed obviously scaled to fit the huge TigerLily when she visited. Octavia couldn't even be seen, but her brazen harlot moaning could be heard from under a huge pile of men!

Franklin went bright red, and then noticed that over half of the men were engaged in SODOMY with EACH OTHER! This was UNHOLY!

"HEY! Get out of my bedroom you good for nothing squatters! Go on GET!" Luke roared at the men in an intimidatingly deep and loud demonic snarl.

The entire sinful orgy suddenly froze still and silent, fear written on every face.

Luke stood to one side of the doorway, and HUNDREDS of naked men filed out the door past him!

Luke then entered to physically throw out the stragglers, and more men were hurled out of the doorway.

Franklin and his nuns timidly entered the chaos lord's bedroom, being extremely careful where they trod on the soiled floor.

The room was an absolute pigsty of discarded convicts' clothes, knocked down items, soiled crumpled bedding, gobs of congealed semen, and Octavia's semen smeared undergarments! The bed was visibly soaked with sweat and worse, and laying in the middle of the creased wet bed was an extremely disheveled naked Octavia!

"By the Emperor it STINKS of sinful man fluid in here!" Mother Superior protested in disgust.

"Hi-ii!" Octavia called to them sluttily.

"Franklin avert your eyes!" The nuns all screamed.

Franklin obediently looked away from the semen soaked undressed Octavia.

Franklin couldn't see what happened next, but it sounded like Luke was carrying Octavia away to an ensuite shower.

The nuns immediately ordered Franklin to clean up the mess!

Franklin felt slightly nauseous as he obeyed with slavish programmed obedience, picking up the soiled clothing and stripping the bed before then finding a scrubbing brush and bucket of soapy water. He tried not to inhale the smell as he scrubbed the defiled floor...

"Oh Luke that TICKLES!" Octavia's promiscuous giggling squeals could be heard from the bathroom.

Franklin sighed as he then heard Octavia's characteristic loud sex noises.

An embarrassing length of time later the adulterous noises stopped, replaced by Octavia's very loud banter with Luke as they apparently dried themselves and got dressed.

Franklin was making good progress with cleaning the floor when the pair emerged from the bathroom. Luke's terminator armour was conspicuously wet and soapy now, and his armour groin plate was not properly attached, slightly lopsided. Octavia was fresh from the shower, hair up in a towel and wearing only a towel to cover her modesty.

"Stop that at once Franklin! Cleaning this floor is a job for slaves." Luke exclaimed indignantly.

"Yes Master," Octavia immediately answered obediently and ran off and returned with a mop and bucket, busily cleaning the floor.

"Good girl," Luke purred at Octavia and smacked her bottom several times with his hand as she mopped.

Franklin was given permission to stop by his nuns and got up off the floor.

"Octavia will clean up all this mess and change all the bedding, she caused all this mess so she has to clean it up. Won't you Octavia?," Luke said dominantly.

"Yes Master," Octavia said submissively, head hung low in subordination.

"Why does she address you suchlike?," Franklin asked in confusion.

"Because she is in my home. In this entire ship, this is the one place where women know their place. No woman is welcome in my home unless she is suitably submissive and respectful. Female domination has no place inside my personal home," Luke stated proudly.

Franklin gasped, this entire notion was a radical violation from any other Sevenson male.

"This extends to your nun slaves Franklin, whilst in my home they will speak respectfully and do chores, they will listen to your words and obey any order you give them," Luke warned.

"I will not give them any orders," Franklin replied coldly.

"That is up to you as their master. These women are your SLAVES Franklin, to do with as you wish. I will not tell you what to do with your own property," Luke assured him.

"I will evict every single one of these damn convicts from my home, that way your slaves will be left alone. But they are going to cook and clean and do other chores in return," Luke offered in grudging compensation.

The nuns all murmured among themselves for a short time, before Mother Superior spoke, "We are willing to do wholesome honest chores in return for protection from being ravaged by men. We agree to your terms Luke Sevenson."

"I agree with my nuns," Franklin agreed with subservient loyalty.

"Excellent. Get cleaning slaves as I evict these convicts. After you have cleaned up everything and changed my bedding, you will help Octavia with the cooking," Luke snarled delightedly.

"Yes Master, what shall I cook?," Octavia asked humbly with her head bowed.

"Cook your tribal recipe for grox stew, the one I really like. Cook enough for my son and I, as well as for yourself and all of Franklin's nun slaves," Luke told her dominantly.

"Yes Master," Octavia replied with complete obedience.

"Come help me evict these squatters son," Luke told Franklin as the nuns gathered mops and buckets.

Franklin followed his father in silence, exiting the bedroom to find the hundreds of convicts scattered all throughout the home doing their own various things, some sinful and some benign.

"CONVICT MEN! YOU ARE ALL HEREBY EVICTED! GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT WITHIN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES OR I WILL KILL YOU!" Luke roared in a voice so loud and threatening that the very walls reverberated from the sound.

The men immediately began cursing in dismay, and Franklin's father stood impassively, gazing at his left wrist and tapping it as though looking at a watch that wasn't there. The men quickly started gathering up sleeping bags and belongings, unsubtly stealing ammo and other minor items from the apartment as they did so.

"Put that weapon back where you found it! YOU stop taking my books! Fine take that ammo, I can get more. Return my wife's Tzeentch scrolls at ONCE, they are dangerous!" Luke shouted at various thieves.

"Theft is a SIN! Desist in your crimes you criminals!" Franklin shouted angrily at the thieves.

The father and son advanced into the crowd and together they began flattening thieves to the floor with non lethal punches to the stomach. Dozens of men fell winded to the ground, dropping stolen items as the pair protected Luke's property.

The apartment was rapidly emptying now as the pair of Night Lords brutally beat up robbers, and before the end of the 5 minutes, the entire apartment was completely empty of convicts and their meagre sleeping bags and other belongings.

Luke closed the front door behind them, and locked it securely.

"Franklin put your palms on this palm scanner, one palm first and then the other, no it doesn't matter which one first... Good, you are now entered into the security system and can open my front door at any time," Luke instructed.

The pair of them then returned to check on Octavia and the nuns.

The women were all hard at work mopping the floor and making the bed. Octavia had by now changed into a strikingly brightly patterned colourful string bikini, the top half of which struggled to contain her intimidatingly large breasts! Franklin's manhood instantly twitched at the sight of the highly provocative woman..

"Don't feel embarrassed son, I never fail to get turned on by those tits," Luke whispered quietly to him.

Franklin blushed redly and looked away from Octavia, focusing on his conservatively dressed nuns instead.

Franklin felt extremely strange just standing here watching his nuns doing chores. Usually Franklin and the other surviving orphans did all the chores while the nuns stood watching with whips and canes at the ready. It felt somehow blasphemous for his nuns to do the chores as he simply watched.

"Magnificent isn't it?, Women acting submissively... Your Mother and Octavia always do chores and call me "Master" when they come over, I throw them out if they don't show the right attitude... In my home I get to truly be a man," Luke said proudly.

"I find it strangely disturbing to be honest father... I cannot imagine the huge Daemon Princess TigerLily putting up with such a dynamic," Franklin said honestly, a slight hint of disgust in his voice.

"You would be surprised by how submissive TigerLily is during sex, she enjoys being dominated by a real man who knows how to treat her mean in the sack..." Luke began.

"I don't want to know!" Franklin hissed frantically in revulsion.

"...She likes it when I call her my "cock sucking cum dumpster"..." Luke continued!

"For pity's sake I don't want to hear such details!" Franklin insisted firmly.

"Oh very well. But my point is that some women actually like a dominant real man with a backbone. Especially in our warband where the men are such grovelling bootlicks, the girls get crazy hot for a guy who actually dominates them. That's how I got both TigerLily as well as the two hottest women in the warband as my lovers, these girls love a man who can treat them like I do," Luke chuckled proudly.

Franklin was completely amazed.

"These women just line up to be mistreated by you Father?," Franklin asked.

"They certainly do, and they are grateful and always thank me for the privilege. I have casual sex with a lot of other women on the side, they come to my door in secret at late hours to be dominated by me. But I am in a permanent relationship with only TigerLily, Octavia and Wendy," Luke boasted with obvious pride.

"My Mother Wendy is your SISTER!" Franklin hissed quietly in frantic shame.

"She is also an insanely beautiful woman that I am deeply in love with. I don't care that she's my sister," Luke replied shamelessly.

"It's unnatural!" Franklin insisted crossly.

"I only rarely penetrate her, I mostly just torture her at my place, or else she tortures me over at her place. Wendy doesn't like cocks, so I save the penetration mostly for Octavia and TigerLily." Luke justified slightly defensively.

"It's still wrong," Franklin pointed out.

Luke grunted reflectively and pointed to his massive bed.

"You were actually conceived in my bed over there, Octavia had been tied down to the bedposts, all stretched spread eagle on her back, I spent hours and hours tickling her that day, penetrated her so many times while I did it that the sheets under her were a huge puddle of cum..."

("I don't want to know", Franklin tried unsuccessfully to interrupt)

"...Wendy joined us after a few hours, I untied Octavia and Octavia tied Wendy face down in her place, laying bound spread eagle with her pussy sitting in this huge puddle of cum that had overflowed out of Octavia... By the gods Octavia is stupid! I had just temporarily stepped out of the room to visit the bridge when it happened, otherwise I would have stopped them."

"Wendy was submissive as shit at the time, lost in mental subspace and not thinking about what Octavia was doing to her. By the time your mother realised the danger she was already pregnant with you, the silly girl..."

"We had the option of aborting you, the Matriarch was far weaker back then and had far less control over us than she has now. We could have done it but we both decided to keep you, we chose to give you the gift of life, you were greatly loved by both of us."

"Things are so different now, the Matriarch has grown strong enough to unman all of her descendants save for me. Back when you were conceived I had actually succeeded in gaining control of about half of the family, I reigned like a great king and could have become a Daemon Prince!" Luke proclaimed bitterly.

"What happened?," Franklin asked, curiosity peaked.

"Your older sister Egg happened, TigerLily bore me a daughter even more powerful than TigerLily herself was, more powerful psyker than anyone could have ever dreamed, a fucking Alpha Plus Psyker!"

"Egg humbled me, she called me a monster. She humbled my wife TigerLily too, and massively increased the power of the Matriarch. The Matriarch is now so completely powerful that she is able to massively amplify the subservience in all our males."

"Our men were always inclined to being submissive to the women, but it has gotten far worse ever since the Matriarch gained absolute power back when you were still just a toddler. Her power now massively amplifies the grovelling obedience to women in every Sevenson man but for me! I will never ascend to Daemonhood if my own forces refuse to obey ME as their absolute master! Fucking Matriarch!" Luke snarled bitterly.

Franklin was at a loss for words.

"At least here in my own home I can be the unquestioned master, it's not much but it's my one sanctuary, even Wendy calls me "Master" in this home," Luke said gruffly.

"We have finished cleaning your bedroom Master," Octavia said submissively with a respectful feminine curtsy.

Luke shamelessly grabbed both of Octavia's breasts through the fabric of her bikini top, and fondled them assertively.

"Oh Luke... Oh Master yes I like that. Oh Master!" Octavia began to moan.

"FATHER!" Franklin protested.

Luke looked at Franklin for a long moment and then left Octavia's mammary glands alone, simply giving her bikini bottom clad bum a meaty sounding slap.

"Get started on the cooking like a good little slut," Luke told Octavia with condescending authority.

Octavia moaned deeply at being talked to like this and said, "Yes Master" with a deeply satisfied sigh.

Octavia curtsied again and took her leave of the room, leading the nuns away with her in the direction of the kitchen. Franklin goggled after her.

"See how much she loved being treated like that?, TigerLily is exactly the same, in public TigerLily likes to act all tough and in control, but when she comes into my home away from prying eyes, she comes before me on her hands and knees. I treat her like the submissive slut she craves to be in bed," Luke said proudly.

"I am astonished that any woman puts up with abuse," Franklin said with sick dismay.

"It's not "abuse", it's just treating these women the way they want to be treated. These women get off on it, they choose to keep coming back and thank me for how I treat them. I'm not "abusing" them," Luke defended unapologetically.

"Come, let us get comfortable as we wait for the women to wait on us with dinner," Luke said, leading Franklin into a comfortable sitting room full of huge armchairs and a nearby dining area.

The room was lined with banners of various Ultramarine successor chapters along three walls, and the fourth wall was lined with cabinets and bookshelves and the like. The room was rectangular and vast, with huge comfortable armchairs in the middle of one half to form a sitting room, and with the other half of the room containing a huge dining table with seats for at least 50 people!

"I sometimes have many squads of fellow Night Lords over for dinner," Luke explained, gesturing at the surprisingly huge table.

"What about these banners?" Franklin asked in interest, pointing to the Ultramarine successor chapter banners.

"Those are all war trophies, company battle standards I took from enemies my Night Lords and I defeated in battles many years ago. The various chapters are very bitter about losing these silly flags, I don't know why they care so much about these bits of fabric, I just use it as wall decorations," Franklin's father chuckled.

"You stole these sacred relics?!" Franklin exclaimed in horror at such blasphemy!

"I didn't "steal" them, they were spoils of war. The loyalist chapters should just weave new identical replacement flags, it's just bits of cloth and dye. Our Night Lord legion is not so ridiculously sentimental about flags and banners," Luke laughed in ridicule.

"You really should give these back Father," Franklin told him.

"Eh?, Maybe if they asked me nicely I would consider it," Luke conceded.

"Come sit down, I have beer and other alcohol if you want some, I know your only 13 but one or two won't hurt you," Franklin's father offered.

Franklin declined the alcohol but did sit down in a massive padded armchair. Luke opened up a small refrigerator built into the bottom of a cabinet, and pulled out a pack of six beer cans.

Luke sat in his armour on an armchair beside Franklin which groaned slightly under the weight, and downed a beer in a single gulp, crushing the empty can and throwing it accurately into a nearby recycling dustbin half full of similar crushed cans.

Luke downed the entire six pack within two minutes, and loudly hollered for Octavia to bring him more beer.

Octavia's voice replied "Yes Master" from inside the nearby kitchen, and the bikini clad Octavia quickly entered the room struggling to carry a large carton of 60 beer cans!

Franklin immediately got up and chivalrously helped the woman carry the heavy carton, staggering with effort to resist her terrible lust aura up close.

"This is a WOMAN Father! She can't be expected to carry something this heavy!" Franklin reprimanded gallantly.

"Just give me the damn beer," Luke snapped. Franklin handed the carton over to him with ease.

Franklin made sure Octavia was ok before returning to his seat.

"Get back in the kitchen," Luke commanded Octavia.

Octavia bowed her head and replied with, "Yes Master", returning once more to the kitchen.

Luke immediately started downing beers at an alarming rate.

"You will be drunk as a lord drinking so much Father," Franklin warned him.

(Slightly drunken chuckle), "Well I "am" a lord, a chaos lord, so it's ok," Luke slurred slightly.

"Octavia! Come and dance for us!" Luke yelled out in a clearly drunk voice.

"Yes Master"

Franklin was getting embarrassed as Octavia emerged from the kitchen in her bikini, and proceeded to flick her hips and twirl around!

Octavia's hands were running all over her body as she gyrated and swayed, hips flicking with jaw dropping provocative sways, her huge breasts were bouncing and jiggling in her bikini top!

Luke applauded the dancing seductress, and downed truly astonishing numbers of beers.

By the Emperor the carton of 60 beers was half empty now!

Octavia was still twirling around, her long curly brown hair flying all about in energetic motions.

(Drunken chuckle), "lap dance!" Luke commanded drunkenly.

"Yes Master..."

Franklin got out of his chair to get out of range of Octavia's unholy lust aura, as Octavia enthusiastically straddled Luke's lap and began dancing her jiggling body all around!

By the Emperor!

Luke reached behind Octavia's back and pulled free the knots of her string bikini top, REMOVING the bikini top!

Franklin looked away frantically as Octavia's massive breasts were bared!

Golden Throne this was so embarrassing.

Franklin simply left the room to visit his nuns in the kitchen.

He found the nuns all looking stressed as they prepared food.

"Where is Octavia?, We need her to tell us what to do next in the recipe." The nuns asked unhappily.

"My father is making her do sinful acts," Franklin replied apologetically.

"Well go and tell her to come back, we need her here in the kitchen," Franklin was commanded.

Franklin obeyed and reentered the room...

"FATHER!"

"What?, She's just sucking my cock, get over yourself,"

By the holy Emperor of Mankind!

Octavia was bent down between Luke's legs, mouth busily sucking as Luke softly patted her hair!

"Octavia is needed back in the kitchen," Franklin informed desperately.

"Sure, just as soon as I cum..."

Franklin tried not to listen as he averted his eyes and waited.

After an embarrassing amount of time, the sinful pair finally finished, and Octavia put her bikini back on and returned to the kitchen, with Luke's pubic hair conspicuously caught between her teeth... Soon followed by embarrassed noises from the nuns in the kitchen as they noticed her teeth.

Franklin returned to his seat as his father drunkenly reattached his armour groin plate.

"I think that you have already had enough," Franklin said, taking the three quarters empty carton of beer away from his father.

(Hiccup), "But I'm still thirsty," Luke grumbled drunkly but did not resist.

"I didn't think Astartes could even GET this drunk," Franklin criticised.

"It (hiccup) isn't easy, that's why I need a carton of sixty, damn gene seed organs detoxify the booze too fast otherwise," Luke slurred.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," Franklin began to say but Luke interrupted.

"You think THIS is bad, you should see how much a Space Wolf can throw back! Those wolf boys drink by the BARREL rather than by the can!"

"At least the Space Wolves are heroes who don't have sex with their own sisters!" Franklin retorted.

"Maybe not, but that's not my point," Luke fumbled.

"You are a degenerate Father, you rape women by the thousands, commit incest, you commit no end of sexual depravity, and now you are also a DRUNK! You really are lower than a worm's belly Father!" Franklin shouted sternly at him.

"Am I really that bad?,"

"YES! I am ashamed of you! For my entire life I have been ashamed of you, you are a despicable person in almost every regard!" Franklin exclaimed with brutal honesty.

"Damn... I honestly never really thought of myself as a bad person..." Luke slurred sadly, as if this obvious fact was a great epiphany.

"You RAPE women! You even have Octavia your RAPE VICTIM living in your home with you! You are even worse than my Mother!" Franklin shouted in a rage.

To Franklin's exasperated embarrassment his drunk of a father began to cry alcohol fuelled tears!

"Poor Octavia! What horrid things I did to you!" Luke bawled loudly!

The women in the kitchen came out to investigate the loud commotion by this point, and Octavia approached the bawling drunk sympathetically.

"Octavia my poor girl, I'm so sorry for raping you as a young tribal lass!" Luke bawled at her.

"Oh Master, don't cry Master," Octavia soothed him, giving Luke a sympathetic cuddle.

"I killed your father! I killed him right in front of you to hear you scream! I'm EVIL!" Luke bawled hysterically like a drunk fool.

Octavia trembled violently at this particular reminder, and looked deeply pained and troubled.

"It's not too late to turn away from your evil ways Father," Franklin implored him.

"I love you Octavia! I am so sorry I destroyed your life!" Luke continued making an inebriated scene.

"I love you too Master! Oh don't cry Master," Octavia sobbed emotionally, starting to cry herself now.

Oh for the Emperor's sake! Luke and Octavia were having weepy sex now!

"Stop it you fools! For goodness sake turn your lives around already!" Franklin shouted at the pair.

Franklin angrily physically pulled Octavia off Luke and threw her bikini to her to cover herself.

"I am utterly sick to death of both of you heretics! Either get married already or break up with each other! I don't CARE about all these messed up issues you have together in your past, I want you to start acting with the barest threads of common decency!" Franklin chastised both of them.

"Father you need to stop all of your sins and depravity, you need to get your life in line and stop your life of evil!"

"Octavia you need to use what few brains you have and get yourself straightened out! You are a KIDNAPPED RAPE VICTIM with very severe Stockholm Syndrome, this man you have romantically bonded with is your RAPIST ABDUCTOR! You need serious help!"

Octavia cried at these words and Luke murmured defensively to himself.

"I miss Wendy!" Octavia sobbed loudly.

"I miss her too!" Luke agreed with a wail.

"Sober yourself up Father, I can't stand to look at you when you are drunk like this!" Franklin ordered him crossly.

Octavia tried to return to Luke's lap, but Franklin physically lifted her up in his arms and carried her back to the kitchen, willpower straining against her lust aura.

Franklin deposited the bikini clad woman in front of the food she had been preparing, and pointed for her to stay put.

"Yes Master," Octavia sobbed obediently.

Franklin ignored her and returned to find his Father getting into the remaining beers in the carton!

Franklin snatched the carton away and threw it out the front door for the blasted convicts to drink.

Franklin returned to the room to find his father wandering unsteadily towards the kitchen, slurring Octavia's name.

Franklin exasperatedly steered the ungainly drunk away from the kitchen and back into a chair.

"I love you Franklin," Luke slurred foolishly. Franklin rolled his eyes and sighed deeply with deliberate patience.

"Just sit down and calm yourself Father. Your gene seed organs will hopefully sober you up before dinner is ready, just sit there and don't overly excite yourself Father," Franklin said in his most calming tone.

Luke was soon snoring loudly in his chair, the almost 60 cans of beer he had drank had certainly taken their toll.

Franklin went to check on the women and found Octavia very taciturnly directing the nuns in the cooking.

"The drunk is asleep," Franklin informed the women.

"Thank the Emperor, that was really embarrassing!" Sister Mary said with relief.

"Poor Lukey," Octavia murmured sadly.

"Why didn't you just say yes when my Father proposed to you?," Franklin snapped with an anger that surprised him.

"I was still cross with Luke back then, he really hurt me in the past," Octavia said in surprise at the question.

"Just get married to him for pity's sake if you intend to carry on like you do with my Father. The pair of you had a child together, you carry on in adultery together, you have decades of complicated history together and you both claim to love each other. At least you can then be under the sanctity of marriage when you lay with him," Franklin implored her with surprising feeling.

"But what about Wendy?," Octavia asked plaintively.

"It's been over a month now since she was taken. My mother is very unlikely to ever return, and even if she does she has a proper Emperor worshipping husband now. You need to put my mother behind you," Franklin said with a very faint hint of genuine sympathy for his Mother's unholy lesbian lover.

Octavia started to cry yet again at these words, and Franklin found himself wrapping her up in a sympathetic cuddle to comfort her. She sobbed softly in his arms, she was an astonishingly beautiful woman...

"FRANKLIN!" The nuns all shouted in unison.

Damn lust aura!

Franklin angrily pulled his manhood out of Octavia's surprisingly pleasant vagina, cursing himself for losing his constant vigilance.

Octavia reapplied her string bikini, silent tears still in her eyes, and Franklin put a distance of several meters away from her.

"It's ok Franklin, my lust aura is forever causing this to happen. I am not offended," Octavia sobbed wretchedly in a way that broke Franklin's heart.

"You are a good woman Octavia, by the heretic standards on this ship you are almost a saint when it comes to raw kindness. I know that you are not evil like my parents are, you have always been extremely kind and compassionate to me and my nuns." Franklin said honestly.

"You are a really sweet woman, just messed up and mixed up by my evil parents. I am honestly sorry for everything that my family did to you and your village, I am sorry that they ever came to the lands of your tribe. The crimes committed against you are despicable and unspeakable, you are in every respect a victim in this situation."

"Unfortunately your tribe is no more, and the only family you have left in the world is your son Augusta. To simply send you back alone to the empty lands of your slaughtered people would be both cruel and completely pointless, you would go mad from loneliness even before you inevitably starved to death in such an isolated place."

"My family has taken absolutely everything from you, and the Imperium would surely kill you on the spot if you were returned to an Imperium population centre. There is nowhere else for you to go so it is therefore my family's responsibility to take care of you."

"The painful path will last 18 years when you start it, but as you don't seem to age this will not be such a big problem for you and my Father. The pair of you could get married now and then simply continue on as husband and wife afterwards..."

Franklin's face was suddenly slapped by Octavia!

"How dare you. How DARE you! I am GRIEVING over Wendy and you use false compassion to try to manipulate my life to fit your own values! How DARE you!" Octavia screeched at him in a distorted unholy demonic voice!

"I'm only trying to..."

"Your words are TOXIC! I might not be smart, but I see through YOUR fake concern you manipulative little PSYCHO!" Octavia roared at him in her diabolically distorted voice.

"My concern isn't fake..."

"SHUT UP! Just shut up shut up SHUT UP! You are a PSYCHOPATH! You think it a KINDNESS to manipulate me into 18 YEARS of TORTURE?! For Wendy's sake I have held my peace for all these months, but I have finally had ENOUGH!" Octavia shouted.

"You burned poor Hyacinth alive, you CONSTANTLY harassed me and my WIFE for being in a same sex marriage, you laughed like a complete fucking PSYCHOPATH at the terrible genocide of Lavender Furnace, and you have caused nothing but constant pain and trouble for all of us!"

"I know that I'm dumb, but I'm not totally STUPID! You are a hateful, bigoted, arrogant, condescending, homicidal, psychopathic, hyper religious CREEP! Your nuns are ok but YOU need a SERIOUS attitude adjustment!" Octavia finished in angry tears.

Franklin was completely shocked, and just gawked at her with his mouth hanging open.

"Just get out of the kitchen and let us cook, I don't want to see you till dinner is ready!" Octavia snapped crossly, voice no longer demonic.

Franklin hesitated for a long moment and then cautiously left the kitchen...

Was HE really THAT bad that even the ever gentle and kind Octavia had finally had enough of him?

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