Chapter 64(orphan)

Dinner was extremely awkward for Franklin as the bikini clad Octavia served the food for Franklin and his now moderately more sober father, Octavia was giving Franklin some truly venomous looks of strong dislike as she silently served him.

Franklin could barely hold her gazes for more than a few seconds, she was just so angry with him after their earlier encounter in the kitchen.

"This is surprisingly spicy Franklin, be careful," Sister Mary warned Franklin before he could take a bite of the grox stew.

"You will address my son as MASTER while in my home, you are his slave and will act the part," Luke Sevenson warned Sister Mary gently but firmly.

"Um, yes Master?, Am I saying it correctly?," Sister Mary asked cooperatively.

"You are doing fine, later Octavia will teach you how to talk to males in my home," Luke said encouragingly.

"Yes Master," Octavia beamed at Luke with exaggerated cheer to emphasise that Franklin alone was getting a cold reception.

Luke gazed curiously at Octavia, and then gazed at Franklin and back to Octavia, he had clearly noticed the body language between them.

"What did you do Franklin?," Luke asked suspiciously.

"I have offended her with something I said earlier Father, I would prefer not to talk about it," Franklin said awkwardly, taking a bite of the stew to excuse himself from talking further.

Franklin had barely taken a mouthful before he was hit by an intense herbal spice taste, this was even spicier than he had been warned! Franklin maintained his discipline regardless of the spice, and simply continued eating as his mouth burned red from the intense spices.

"Master Franklin attempted to convince me to join his religion Master Luke, the way it was done upset me greatly Master," Octavia said with submissive anger, head bowed humbly as she stood at the side of Luke's chair.

Luke grunted in understanding and nodded unhappily, he looked at Franklin with a stern slight frown.

"I will not put up with anymore incidents of you upsetting my lovers Franklin..." Luke began.

"I wasn't trying to upset her..." Franklin interjected.

"Don't interrupt me. I am not stupid and I have been taking notice of everything you have been up to since you rejoined the family. I am utterly sick to death of your ongoing religious feud to harass Wendy and Octavia for their sex lives and religious beliefs!" Luke growled angrily.

Luke gestured at the highly submissive Octavia standing beside him in her bikini.

"This woman here is a SLUT, a promiscuous, insatiable, tickle-crazy, sex mad, completely pansexual, devoutly Slaanesh worshipping SLUT! She loves to have cocks and tongues and fingers and objects thrust deep inside her all hours of the day and night! She lives half her life naked in bondage, being tickled and fucked while BEGGING for MORE! She is not a nun, she will NEVER be a nun, she is a COMPLETE and TOTAL Slaaneshi WHORE!" Luke stated with merciless bluntness.

"I am and I LOVE it Master," Octavia agreed adamantly.

"This slut loves being a slut with all her heart, but she is also one of the kindest and gentlest and most good natured women I have ever seen. She might worship Slaanesh but that doesn't make this slut evil, she just has an extreme sexual appetite, absolutely nothing wrong with that!"

"Call ME evil if you like and that's fair, even your mother Wendy, that's arguably fair too. But leave this poor gentle slut alone, she's not evil at all and doesn't deserve all the harassment you give her!" Luke snarled protectively.

"I only want to save her soul so she can enter the Emperor's paradise! I am not trying to hurt her," Franklin defended himself.

"She doesn't WANT to end up in the Emperor's boring sexless afterlife! She has DELIBERATELY reserved a place for herself in the tickling hells of Slaanesh! Isn't that right slut?," Luke retorted.

"Yes Master, everything is now prepared for my eternal paradise, I don't WANT to go to a different afterlife Master," Octavia enthusiastically agreed subserviently.

Franklin and his nuns all spluttered in horrified disbelief at these terrible words!

"Oh Octavia! How can you say such awful words?!" Sister Mary exclaimed in distressed dismay.

"I just know what I want to be in life Sister Mary, don't pity me, it's a blessing for me. I am a kinky creature of Slaanesh, a dedicated tickle-slut, and I LIKE what I am! That doesn't make me evil or "lost", I am EXACTLY where I want to be, be happy for me," Octavia implored adamantly.

Luke put an affectionate arm around Octavia's bare back, and his armoured fingers probed the soft side of her belly. Octavia erupted with laughter, a huge happy smile of pure joy filling her face.

"Hehehe I hehe ENJOY this hehehe Sister Mary kyahahaha! (Giggling snort) be HAPPY hehehe for me!" Octavia implored them emphatically as she stood squirming and laughing from Luke's touch.

Luke gathered Octavia up onto his lap with hands wrapped around her bare belly, and quickly reduced her to hysterics with squeezing from his armoured hands.

"Be happy for Octavia, she WANTS this. She is not hurting anyone being tickled in my lap, is she?," Luke said loudly over Octavia's high volume laughter.

"She is not TECHNICALLY hurting anyone else I guess, but she is still committing HERESY by worshipping Slaanesh!" Franklin firmly pointed out.

"So what if she is?, The only people who even consider "heresy" an actual "crime" are sociopathic intolerant religious bigots! Why does the entire universe even have to conform to YOUR religious orthodoxy?, This ticklish slut is following the orthodoxy of HER OWN Slaaneshi faith right now, and hurting no one else in the process, why can't you just live and let live?!" Luke demanded.

Franklin actually paused at this point, it had an uncomfortable "reasonableness" and logic to it that he really didn't like. He peered at the bikini clad Octavia, squealing with laughter in Luke's lap, a huge happy smile of contentment on her face. She did indeed look completely and utterly happy right now, she certainly wasn't hurting anyone beyond making a bit too much noise, and she wasn't being physically damaged by this activity either, so wasn't even technically hurting herself right now.

Franklin looked to his nuns for guidance. They were standing around the table, "waiting" on the two males as they ate. The nuns looked as conflicted as Franklin felt, it was indeed hard to find a convincing argument against Octavia's chosen kinky heretical lifestyle in light of the points raised.

The nuns looked like they might say something, but then held their peace instead, remaining silent. Franklin returned to his meal after their silence became deafening, and simply resumed eating the extremely spicy stew as Octavia continued laughing in Luke's lap.

After a time Luke pulled one of his hands away from squeezing Octavia's stomach, the remaining hand still energetically squeezing away to keep Octavia laughing hysterically, and ate his own meal with this free hand. It was extremely weird watching Luke eat with a squealing bikini beauty squirming about in his lap, only Slaanesh heretics would carry on like this during a meal in the company of guests!

"Please don't remove her already limited clothing Father," Franklin asked as one of Octavia's breasts threatened to shake itself free of the bikini top from her struggles.

"I wasn't going to, not until Octavia and I have complete privacy at any rate," Luke promised without pausing in squeezing Octavia's midsection.

"I would very much appreciate that," Franklin said with faint relief.

"I know that this is violating the cultural norms you were raised in, I know that it is jarring on your sensibilities, but that doesn't make this right here an "evil" act. The Angels of Brutality are evil, as are the Marines Malevolent. This here is just an innocent kinky slut getting tickled consensually," Luke lectured him.

Franklin scowled darkly at the mention of these detestable traitors.

"Yes, I see that you see it too. The Angels of Brutality and the Marines Malevolent are officially recognised LOYALIST chapters, members of the Imperium of Man, but they are a THOUSAND times more evil than this laughing slut in my lap. Good and evil are not determined by religion or politics, there are good people and bad people in both chaos and the Imperium, affiliation alone does not determine goodness," Luke said in a deliberately sage voice.

Franklin gazed again at the huge smile on the face of the harmless and gentle natured Octavia, she was CHOOSING to be in Luke's lap right now, he wasn't actually holding her down and she could easily escape if she wanted to. Choosing...

"Octavia didn't CHOOSE to be converted to worship Slaanesh!" Franklin suddenly remembered triumphantly.

Luke paused in squeezing Octavia's stomach, a troubled look on his face, and Octavia panted and glared crossly at Franklin.

"She was loyal to the Emperor until my Mother used BRAIN SURGERY to corrupt her! She isn't a heretic by choice!" Franklin said victoriously.

"Okay... Maybe you have a point there. But she has chosen to stay a Slaanesh worshipper ever since Lavender Furnace, despite having the opportunity to change," Luke allowed.

"Master I am grateful Wendy converted me, I am SO much happier now. I am now able to be myself without shame or guilt, a pansexual tickle whore that I could never be in my old conservative faith. Why would I want to return to a faith that won't let me be myself Master?," Octavia said humbly.

The nuns all murmured at this, unhappy about what Octavia was saying.

"Just let Octavia live her life being who she is and who she wants to be. She's not evil, she's not hurting anyone, she's happy. Just because she is a chaos woman with a different religion to you doesn't make her BAD, this slut is not what evil looks like, WHY can't you see that?!" Luke insisted.

Franklin was extremely uncomfortable with this question, it was just so obvious at this point that Octavia wasn't particularly evil, just a colossal harlot. Why exactly was it SO unacceptable to just let her remain a harmless harlot heretic if she didn't hurt anyone?

Franklin wasn't sure he had a reasonable answer...

Franklin was startled from his dark thoughts by Octavia's screaming laughter as Luke resumed tickling her belly, Franklin sighed, this was such a difficult theological question, it was easier when the world was black and white and all heretics were evil. Franklin almost resented Octavia for daring to be a heretic who wasn't evil, it was extremely disconcerting to have his comfortable worldview shattered like this!

Luke finished his meal with his free hand, and focused both hands on Octavia, doubling the volume of her laughter. Franklin still had no answer to say why she was fundamentally doing something wrong right now.

Luke abruptly stopped tickling Octavia without warning, and she got to work clearing the table as she caught her breath.

"You women may eat now," Luke commanded, getting up from the table and gesturing for Franklin to follow him.

"Yes Master," Octavia replied obediently and got to work setting out meals for herself and the nuns.

Luke led Franklin away to a different room as the women began eating, leading him into an armoury workshop of some sort, filled with excessive numbers of different tools and partially disassembled corrupted weapons and power armour.

Franklin scowled at all the defiled machines, these things had been desecrated all over with Slaanesh and chaos symbols, with unnecessary spikes added to the gear.

"Stop scowling and get over here, I want to show you the power armour you will one day wear," Luke commanded.

Franklin perked up considerably at these words, and eagerly walked over to gaze at a mostly disassembled mass of incomprehensible machinery.

Franklin was immediately aware that he had absolutely no idea what all this machinery did. Like most people outside of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Franklin hadn't a clue how most machines actually worked. It all just looked like strange sorcery to him.

(Blatant shoutout to the author Tontattaman123 who wrote a fanfic of this story called "the first order" where Franklin is a technology genius. Honestly an extremely entertaining read. The Franklin in this right here original story would not know anything much about technology at all, heck I personally can't even figure out how to change the wiper blades on my car lol.)

"Damnation! Some penal scumbags have stolen some components!" Luke roared angrily, rifling through the complex components on a cluttered metal table next to the armour.

"How can you even tell?," Franklin asked bewildered.

"My own Night Lord father used to beat me half to death as a neophyte every time I couldn't flawlessly recall every single power armour component, I despise that swine but it damn well taught me my way around a suit of mark IV armour, I never ever forgot in all these centuries," Luke grumbled bitterly.

"My grandfather taught you?, What was he like?, My mother never told me about him," Franklin asked curiously.

"I'm not at all surprised that Wendy never mentioned that asshole. My cunt of a father is a child molester who sexually interfered with Wendy EVERY, SINGLE, DAY, from the day she was born until she grew up! Fucking asshole molested me too, and every other kid he ever got his filthy hands on!" Luke snarled with rage.

"My Mother was molested?!" Franklin asked horrified.

"She was molested like you would never believe, that asshole took photos of her pussy every fucking day to put in his "gynaecology scrapbook", he took all sorts of fucked up measurements and made graphs that plotted her vaginal development throughout childhood! It was the sickest thing I've ever seen in almost all my long years! It's a big part of why her romantic relationships are so dysfunctional, she has SERIOUS daddy issues!" Luke exclaimed with purest hatred.

Franklin burned with holy rage and the power of the Emperor blazed into him!

"Show him to me that I may render retribution!" Franklin spoke in the angelic voice of the equally outraged Emperor.

"My father isn't on this ship, he's not welcome on any combat force I lead. I keep that swine alive in the chaos hells, I now use him as a punching bag every time I see that fucker. When I became chaos lord I had that bastard demoted lower than even the lowest neophytes, I now make him clean the toilets in the barracks whenever I'm not beating him up," Luke grinned nastily.

"You keep your own father like a slave?," Franklin asked, taken aback enough for his voice to return to normal.

"Certainly do, one of the perks of rising to become a chaos lord is being able to get revenge to settle old scores. For over two hundred years my father has been a punching bag for my entire warband, we never kill him, that fucker doesn't DESERVE something so merciful as death!" Luke proclaimed with slightly crazed savage glee.

"I am glad, the man you describe is an even worse monster than you are!" Franklin exclaimed in disgust.

"That fucker made me the evil sod I am today, I became a chaos lord out of pure hatred of my father, to gain the power to ensure that Wendy and I would never be abused ever again," Luke admitted bitterly.

Franklin exhaled in understanding and even relief, it seemed that his father Luke had been motivated by JUSTICE when he rose to power! Franklin almost wept with relief to find this hidden grain of magnificence in his father.

"I know that I am a fucked up rapist myself, but like Wendy I was extremely fucked up from my childhood. It took me over three hundred years to even get my shit together enough to maintain a physical relationship with anyone long term, I learned to rape women because I didn't know how to let my guard down enough to have consensual sex, if I wasn't raping then it felt like someone would rape ME like my father used to. I felt like I had to be either a rapist or I would myself become a rape victim again. My father severely fucked me up," Luke admitted with painful honesty.

Franklin almost wanted to hug him in relief! His father wasn't just choosing to be evil for no reason, he was seemingly an emotionally damaged and deeply traumatised rape victim himself who was just perpetuating the cycle of abuse!

"You don't have to fucking well SMILE at my pain!" Luke snarled.

Franklin hadn't even realised that he was smiling.

"I wasn't smiling at your pain father, I was smiling because it helps explain you and makes you seem less evil than before. You are less absolutely evil and more simply twisted by painful circumstances," Franklin explained quickly, defusing the situation.

Luke visibly calmed and said, "I am glad. Octavia and TigerLily and your Mother have had an extremely calming influence on me, Octavia in particular has a very positive impact on me. When I spend a lot of time with Octavia I tend to rape women a lot less, she just calms my heart better than any of my other two lovers. When I get all three women together at the same time I am at my least "evil", the pain in my heart is least when I have my entire "harem" at hand."

Franklin was somewhat disturbed by this and said so.

"I haven't raped any woman at all in most of the entire last 12 months, except down on Lavender Furnace when all of my three lovers and flings on the side were out of my reach. I am steadily raping less and less each year, I don't need to, I get far more than enough sex from Octavia to satisfy me most days, that insanely hot slut is a far better fuck than rape victims and is a bottomless cum dumpster that drains me completely dry," Luke chuckled crudely.

This was news to Franklin.

"You don't rape women anymore?," Franklin asked hopefully.

"Well maybe still the odd few here and there, but mostly during peacetime my balls are already kept empty by Octavia and Wendy and TigerLily, especially by Octavia. Slaanesh doesn't care who I fuck as long as I generate the maximum lust within myself, and Octavia gets my lust raging like no one else can," Luke admitted shamelessly.

Franklin gasped with almost sick relief, something deep inside him yearned for his father to be less evil than he seemed, and this conversation was greatly soothing this strange inner desire.

"Here, enough of this personal stuff. This here is a mark IV suit of power armour. Are you even listening Franklin?," Luke changed the subject.

"But wait a minute Father, I'm curious, did your own mother not protect you and Wendy from your father?," Franklin asked.

"My mother... I don't want to talk about my mother... Suffice to say that Wendy and I and our other siblings had no protection at all during our childhood. I have already said more than I wished to say on this topic today, I will say nothing more about my fucked up childhood this day. Now focus as I explain this armour." Luke said darkly in a tone of finality.

Franklin wanted to ask a lot more, but his father's body language and manner indicated that any more questions on the topic would end in physical violence. Franklin reluctantly dropped the subject and looked at the partially disassembled suits of various armour all around them.

This workshop room was rather peculiar, and extremely messy and cluttered.

Next to one wall was what looked like an idol or prayer shrine to the Machine God, with the defiled cog symbol of the traitorous dark Mechanicus, those tech priest heretics who had turned to chaos and corrupted their faith accordingly! The idol shrine was about 2 meters wide and high, and was obviously well tended with sacred oils and greases.

In addition to this heretical machine idol, the room was extremely cluttered with tools of all shapes and sizes, oil cans, grease dispensers, piles and piles of machine parts all over cluttered metal tables, disassembled weapons and ammunition, and most striking was all the various suits of armour.

Franklin spotted suits of both power armour and even terminator armour, all in various states of disassembly, hanging from the heavy chains of specially designed armour frames. The suits were all clearly defiled by chaos in some way, one of the suits of terminator armour was bedecked all over in the blasphemous mark of Khorne, another was covered in the 8 pointed star of chaos undivided. The power armour likewise bore blasphemous symbols, all completely corrupted.

"This here is mark four power armour," Luke said pointing to a suit in front of him.

Franklin peered closely at it, the suit was midnight blue and over nine feet tall, currently partially in pieces with the ceramite plates open to show the incomprehensible machinery within. The helmet had short horns and the iconic mouth grill of a chaos space marine, and the backpack had the characteristic extremely wide top cooling tubes of a chaos space marine! It even had Slaanesh symbols carved into it! Franklin could NOT wear something so blasphemous!

"Get that disgusted look off your face right now! I'm getting sick of your ingratitude," Luke snarled demonically at the look on Franklin's face.

"This armour has chaos marks..." Franklin began.

"I will teach you how to remove the engravings before you wear it!" Luke cut him off.

"Oh... Well if the taint can be completely removed then I will gladly use it Father," Franklin agreed.

"Glad to hear it boy, now pay attention. This here is a mark four suit of power armour, but I replaced the helmet with the helmet from a mark five. The mark four is a very solidly versatile mark of armour, it is slightly better armoured than the mark six that the raptors like to wear, but a bit heavier, not so good for flying raptors but fine for foot soldiers on the ground. Now I know that a lot of other chaos space marines think that the mark five is all the rage with it's much heavier armour than the four, but the mark five has terrible issues with overheating and a thermal signature that stands out like a grox in a beauty pageant!" Luke rambled enthusiastically.

"You my boy are a Night Lord, and we rely heavily on stealthy night fighting, so you don't want an overheated mark five that shows up bright red on any infrared scanner in line of sight. That leaves us with either a mark four or mark six, as mark two and three are garbage and mark one isn't even airtight!"

Franklin was feeling lost by this point but merely nodded uncertainly for him to continue.

"Well anyway, the mark four has better armour than the lighter mark six, so it's a good choice for balancing stealth with protection. Our own Dark Mechanicum girls in the warband can only make the stuff that was available during the Horus Heresy, before the damn Mechanicus on Mars blacklisted us from their newer discoveries, so we can't manufacture the newer mark seven and mark eight suits that the loyalists use these days. Course we capture these modern suits from time to time, but we can't manufacture replacement parts when they wear out so don't use them much."

"I will take your word for it Father, I feel myself somewhat lost in this topic," Franklin admitted.

Luke nodded slightly and said, "well by the time I am done explaining it will be a lot more clear..."

***...

Franklin still had a migraine the following morning from yesterday's attempts to understand the mind numbing complexities of a suit of power armour. By the Emperor it had been astonishingly complicated!

Franklin was currently sitting at the dining table reading scriptures as Octavia's muffled loud laughter drifted from inside Luke's bedroom. Octavia's noises had been going on almost without ceasing since three thirty in the morning!

"By the Golden Throne, Octavia certainly is being loud this morning!" Sister Mary commented, rubbing her temples to dispel a migraine of her own.

"(Laughter), Oh fuck me Master! (Laughter), fuck your tickle slut!" Octavia's muffled voice carried through the walls.

Franklin frowned and turned the page of the holy scripture text.

Franklin and his nuns were all sitting quietly at the dining table reading sacred texts at the moment, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the loud adultery noises. It was now six forty five in the morning and Luke and Octavia hadn't left the bedroom yet, Octavia had sinfully slept in Luke's bed the entire night despite not being his wife!

(Brazen hoarse female sexual moaning)

"By all that is holy we should just pronounce them married right now to stop this adultery!" Mother Superior snapped with moral indignation.

"The chaos lord might hurt us if we do that, he seems far less gentle than Wendy Sevenson," Sister Mary pointed out worriedly.

The nuns all murmured in fearful uncertainty at this, and Mother Superior changed her mind about simply forcibly eloping the adulterous pair.

Franklin continued to search the scriptures, desperate to find some pertinent wisdom regarding Octavia. The scriptures had a great deal to say about EVIL heretics, but it seemed to regard relatively GOOD heretics like Octavia as a contradiction in terms...

Franklin had been searching through every passage he could think of that mentioned heretics, and so far the verses all recommended burning Octavia to death in a giant fire, which wasn't exactly the solution Franklin had been looking for.

"Any success in finding an answer my nuns?," Franklin asked submissively.

"No "Master", nothing helpful so far," the nuns answered, awkwardly addressing Franklin the way Luke had demanded.

Franklin felt extremely odd being called "Master" by his precious dominant nuns, it felt almost like blasphemy the way the power roles were reversed.

"I have vague recollections of a theological debate very similar to this back in the seminary training during my promotion from nun sister to Mother Superior. I have been trying to recall the details to my mind," Mother Superior began.

"I believe that the debate might have been about the weighing of different evils when you face more evils than you can burn in a given time. The question was how do you decide which sinners to burn if you can only burn slightly more than half of a given group of sinners?"

"I think that this applies perfectly to Octavia. The debate posited a term called "the lesser of two evils", to help decide which to burn."

"If I remember correctly the theological question went as thus:"

"On a planet somewhere a holy sister of battle discovered evidence of twenty sinners in hiding, but she had sacred orders from the Emperor himself to depart the planet at a certain time. She could not disobey the Emperor obviously, but the departure time only left her with enough time to capture and burn eleven of the twenty sinners, so which eleven of the twenty should she burn?"

"I am not sure Mother Superior, I guess it would depend on what sins each individual was guilty of and burn the eleven worst," Sister Mary replied uncertainly.

"Yes exactly. The seminar debate concluded that she focus on burning the "greater evils", burning the worst sinner first and so on down the list of most evil, until she was regrettably forced to depart with nine "lesser evils" being spared the flames." Mother Superior confirmed.

"So Octavia is the lesser evil who should be spared or at least burned last?," Sister Brooke asked.

"I believe so yes. She is an adulterous harlot and a heretic, but she was also the only one who protected us from Liling, the only ally we had in the first few months. Without Octavia we would have all been cut to pieces by the dreaded Liling without end, we owe a great debt to her for all the times she has saved us and protected us. In light of her actions and general character I would opt for mercy towards Octavia," Mother Superior said seriously.

"(Moaning), oh Master! Yes, YES!"

"Oh for goodness sake maybe we SHOULD just pronounce them married after all! They are basically like a husband and wife already, and they would no longer be committing adultery anymore!" Mother Superior broke down and exclaimed.

"I can hear you slaves scheming away out there, space marines have excellent hearing!" Luke's voice shouted from his bedroom!

The nuns all suddenly went absolutely silent, fear written on their faces.

"(Can we really be overheard?)," Sister Mary whispered as quietly as possible.

"Yes I can hear you, even if you whisper," Luke's voice shouted loudly through the walls over Octavia's loud noises!

The nuns froze absolutely still, terrified to even breathe now!

"You slaves can't so much as fart in this home without me hearing it, holding your breath won't help you," Luke loudly added.

"We were merely talking among ourselves Master," Mother Superior said haltingly.

"Talk all you like, but don't think to ambush me with your religious antics, I am not my sister," Luke yelled back.

(Octavia's moaning suddenly gave way to more hysterical laughter)

"Would you at least consider letting us pronounce you husband and wife Master?," Mother Superior begged.

"NO," Luke replied simply.

(The adultery noises got even worse now!)

Franklin's nuns gestured emphatically to each other now, they didn't know sign language but were desperate to communicate without being overheard. Sister Mary then tried writing messages on bits of paper and passing them to other nuns to silently read.

(Octavia suddenly became quiet)

A few seconds later Luke's bedroom door opened and a few moments after that Luke entered the dining room wearing not a thing!

"What have you written to each other?! GIVE me that note NOW!" Luke snarled suspiciously.

Sister Mary squeaked with fright and timidly held out the bits of paper for him.

Luke stomped over, enormous long genitalia swinging impressively as he walked, and snatched the notes to read for himself.

"Bah! Religious nonsense! Take back your foolish notes. If you have anything to say then speak it, I don't CARE about 99 percent of the nonsense you talk about, but do NOT conspire to interfere with my personal life, you GOT THAT SLAVES!" Luke snarled terrifyingly, tossing back the bits of paper.

The nuns all whimpered with fright and nodded. Franklin scowled but submissively nodded along with his nuns.

"Master?, Why are you shouting?," Octavia's voice sounded from the doorway, sounding concerned.

Franklin turned his eyes to the doorway, but then immediately looked away, Octavia was every bit as naked as Luke was!

"Everything's fine my love, don't worry your pretty head about it slut," Luke told her with a strange sort of loving condescension.

"Yes Master. Oh good morning everybody, did you sleep ok?," Octavia said cheerfully.

"Um, well I slept very comfortably on that real bed in the guest room, but I was awoken very early in the morning by ah, by your um, your laughter.." Sister Mary replied awkwardly.

"Oh dear, did I disturb all of you?," Octavia asked apologetically.

Franklin and the nuns all nodded awkwardly.

"Oh... Sorry about that... Master was tickling me earlier than usual this morning," Octavia said sheepishly.

"Fine, I will start my playtime with Octavia later tomorrow morning, let you sleep longer," Luke allowed generously.

"Thank you Luke um Master, we greatly appreciate it," Mother Superior said gratefully.

"Don't mention it. I am not done with you yet tickle slut, get your sexy ass back in the bedroom!" Luke said lustfully.

Octavia giggled excitedly and ran off, chased by Luke. The bedroom door could be heard closing and a few moments later Octavia's muffled laughter was echoing through the walls.

Franklin sighed inwardly, those two were completely shameless...

***...