Chapter 66(orphan)
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was utterly bored out of her mind as she hung ungroomed in her heavy shackles. She hadn't been able to shave her armpits or pubes in over a month and a half, and her unwanted body hair was looking really disgusting by this point, ew!
Wendy's uncomfortably well lit cell stank exquisitely terribly of her piss and shit and body odour, the floor had no drain and her captors never washed nor toiletted her! Almost two entire months worth of her piss and shit was plastering the floor under her dangling chained feet! Shit and piss had ran down her legs and dried, it was so GROSS!
Wendy drank in the exquisitely intense sensations of smell and disgust, and moaned softly in slight pleasure from the extreme sensations, it was so wonderfully humiliating that it made her slightly wet. Just a pity Octavia wasn't here to pain or tickle her helpless body to make this more interesting...
Wendy had absolutely no idea what was happening outside of her cell, nobody ever told her anything or even spoke to her at all, so she instead boredly looked around the cell yet again.
In front of her was a wall with a servo-skull camera that looked at her continuously, tracking her every movement whenever she fidgeted. The red glowing runes on the skull showed that it was recording, and it was attached to the cell wall with silvery metallic machinery and cables, purity seals hanging off the holy thing.
Aside from the permanent skull-probe, the cell was entirely bare metal and ceramite, painted in the bright piss-yellow of the Marines Malevolent chapter. The piss-yellow suited these bastards perfectly, yellow was both the colour of piss and the colour of wasps, the biggest assholes of all the Terran insect species, the Marines Malevolent were likewise the biggest assholes of all the loyalist space marine chapters.
Only a COMPLETE asshole would keep a defenceless woman hostage in these sorts of deplorable unhygienic conditions! They hadn't even bothered just hosing her down occasionally to improve her hygiene, what complete and total assholes!
One of the yellow armoured assholes was standing beside her even now, holding a bolt pistol eternally to her head. He wasn't even molesting her or taking sexual advantage of her extremely erotic body, not even a LITTLE bit of fun rape! It was SO mean to just leave her hanging like this without any stimulation!
Wendy turned her head to look at the other side, and gazed with vague interest at the dark scab-crimson of the angel of brutality on the other side, also holding a gun to her head and not molesting her even a little bit.
The Angels of Brutality were almost as bigger assholes as the Marines Malevolent, only with a Blood Angel's psychopathy thrown in. They were a little known Blood Angels successor chapter, and every bit as bloodthirsty as the other Blood Angels successor chapters, brutal raging cunts little better than rabid beasts.
Even by the infamously low deplorable standards of Blood Angels successor chapters these guys were raging psychotic blood-drinking assholes, and they were in good company among the Marines Malevolent.
The Angel of Brutality in the cell with her was a tactical marine, with dark crimson (almost black) armour the colour of a blackened crimson scab. His shoulder pads were blood red, with a deep bright crimson trim that looked far nicer than the blackish crimson scab colour of most of his armour. On one shoulder he had the scabby scarlet-black coloured clenched fist heraldry of the Angels of Brutality chapter, and on the other he had the arrow symbol of a tactical marine. His helmet was decorated with engravings of the bloody chalice of the Blood Angels, presumably in honour of the chapter's parent legion and Primarch, and all in all he looked like a barely restrained psychopath!
Wendy trembled fearfully as the Angel of Brutality had another violent shaking fit. He was clearly struggling to contain the "black rage" that afflicted all recipients of a Blood Angel gene seed! Having a black rage afflicted marine standing guard over a CHAOS CHAMPION was a recipe for disaster!
The Angel of Brutality had another shaking fit, and babbled semi-incoherently to himself about fighting traitors during the Horus Heresy! This guy was losing it!
"Get your comrade to a chaplain for pity's sake! The black rage is consuming him!" Wendy urged the Marines Malevolent in the cell with her!
"Die Sons of Horus!" The Angel of Brutality snarled savagely and began to attack a random wall with his close combat blade!
Wendy silenced her urge to scream as the Astartes went completely berserk, any sound she made now might attract the berserker to attack her! Holy Slaanesh this was terrifying!
A teleportarium beam suddenly glowed around the afflicted Angel of Brutality, and whisked him away presumably to some holding cell to await the ministry of an Angel of Brutality chaplain. Thank Slaanesh for that!
A new Angel of Brutality immediately teleported into the cell to take his comrade's place, and Wendy once again had a second gun to her head...
Wendy sighed with a strange mixture of relief and frustration, back to her perpetual boredom...
Sigh.
***...
The Nightmare Asylum was now securely docked between the two heavy cargo transport ships, and cargo was being transferred at a steady rate.
The huge amounts of treasure that the Night Lords had fought and died to "earn" was being offloaded slowly but surely onto the pair of "treasure ships", whilst at the same time fuel, food crates, fresh water and ammunition was being loaded into the Nightmare Asylum from the original cargo of the two ships, supplies to let the Nightmare Asylum reach and attack the far distant Nocturne, home world of the Salamanders chapter.
The Nightmare Asylum was in desperate need of these supplies, they had already lost significant fuel from massive leaks during the space battle and subsequent crash landing on the penal planet, and to get as far as Nocturne from their current location just a few thousand light years south east of the Cadia Gate was impossible without this refuelling.
The Nightmare Asylum was a high performance battleship not an endurance ship designed for long journeys without regular resupply. They had originally only made it all the way from the Maelstrom to Franklin's Orphanage in the Segmentum Pacificus, (with enough fuel to return), by capturing a merchant ship, the grox meat freighter the Saint Maxwell, along the way and draining its fuel tanks.
Wendy's "husband" Adolf Lincoln had been a crew member of this ship, as had the majority of the tens of thousands of captured imperial slaves who had caused both the initial mutiny, followed by the riot at Wendy and Adolf's wedding.
(Author's note I am extremely meticulous in researching everything I can regarding all of the ships and technology in these stories, my main reference site is called "Lexicanum" and gives exhaustive details about the various random things in the 40k universe. The other really good reference article is "civilian life in 40k" (Something along that wording) on the site "Dakka dakka" that is my bible in writing anything about 40k. It describes the enormous resources drain caused by ten thousand years of war on the civilian populations, basically 100 percent of resources go into military spending while the civilians subsist on stuff like steam engines and draft animals, because the imperial forces took all the fuel and electricity generators for their tanks and heavy industries. The following description of the "Saint Maxwell" comes straight from the Lexicanum article about the "Carrack Class Transport", albeit with a slightly larger crew than the bare minimum 18000 needed just for basic operation in the hugely labour intensive Imperium of man. Back to the story.)
The Saint Maxwell had been one of the newer "Carrack Class Transports" that had only been developed less than a thousand years ago, a shining example of an actual success in what tiny few innovations the Adeptus Mechanicus researchers could actually develop, albeit only after thousands of years of ponderous ritualistic research.
The Saint Maxwell had been sleek and new, innovative and rugged, with engines designed for not only power to carry cargo but also for long endurance between refuelling, with massively oversized fuel tanks to go great distances on a single fuel tank. It had been crewed by over twenty five thousand crew, loaded to capacity with frozen grox meat from an agri world, and had just refilled its tanks when it had the misfortune of encountering the low on fuel Nightmare Asylum in the Segmentum Pacificus.
The Nightmare Asylum on the other hand was none of these things. It was neither high endurance nor efficient with fuel, and only 2 percent of its layout and systems were new or innovative. The Nightmare Asylum was a poorly reverse engineered imitation of the ancient flagship of the Night Lords legion during the great crusade.
It had been constructed a few decades ago by trillions of stolen Tau Earth Caste drones and slaves, using a random metallic iron rich asteroid as the only available raw materials at the time. It had been made on a threadbare budget, designed to LOOK like a dreaded Gloriana class battleship of old, as a terror tactic to make the Tau Empire the Sevensons were fighting at the time shit themselves in terror. But no matter how much it LOOKED like a horrifying Gloriana, it was in reality a paper dragon, far weaker than it actually looked.
If it wasn't a self healing daemon ship then it never would have made it this far intact, and just as it's steel armour was far weaker than the ceramite of a proper battleship, its engines were likewise made from only the most abundant building materials mined from a single asteroid.
The Nightmare Asylum guzzled fuel greedily even at its lowest power settings, and usually required a supporting fleet of supply ships to travel for more than a few months unless raiding other vessels along the way for fuel. The Nightmare Asylum could make it as far as from the Eye of Terror to the Maelstrom on a single full tank of fuel, but Nocturne was nearly DOUBLE this distance away, it was madness without being supplied along the way by the "loyalist" space marines themselves!
Not only did they need to completely fill the tanks, especially after all the fuel lost in battle, but they likewise needed as much food as possible to keep the billions of convicts fed the entire long trip, as well as some extra fresh water as the onboard sewerage treatment and water recycling systems were not coping well with billions of people it was never designed to support!
THEN they still needed a fresh stock of nuclear weapons and other naval ammunition to actually destroy Nocturne, as the Nightmare Asylum had already used up most of it's original nuclear assets on Lavender Furnace!
In short the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent were now forced into actively providing aid and comfort to the forces of chaos... They were involved too deeply to distance themselves now, and had to see this through, the Inquisition would already burn them at the stake by this point if they ever found out.
The transfer of cargo was aided by the immense amounts of convict manpower, but not without a few minor incidents...
***...
Choppy Tits was pissed off as "she", (now finally referring to herself in the female pronoun), was forced against her will to carry treasures aboard the ship of the scummy Angels of Brutality.
Nearly a hundred different docking tubes connected this treasure ship to the Nightmare Asylum, but despite so many docking tubes, the sheer amounts of treasure and cargo to be unloaded was resulting in long lines of vehicles stuck in perpetual massive traffic congestion around each of the tubes.
The convicts were mostly stupid fuckers, and the hapless chapter serfs of the Angels of Brutality were not that much smarter, resulting in poorly coordinated truck traffic that even the marines were struggling to sort out. Every stupid fucker was only thinking about himself and his own vehicle as he drove, rather than thinking about how they affected all the other traffic around them, resulting in a traffic fuck up worthy of the morons who staffed the Administratum of the Adeptus Terra!
The heretic "Sevenson" women who had the Night Lords completely pussy-whipped seemed to actually have a brain in their pretty heads, and had realised that winged demon hosts could simply fly over the trucks in the high ceilinged docking tube...
Choppy Tits and the rest of her "flock" numbered in the hundreds of millions by this point, as more and more men were conscripted, (willingly or not), into becoming breeding females by drinking daemonette blood. Choppy Tits herself was now pregnant, (she had no clue who the father was), most of the demon hosts were now pregnant, but the gender imbalance was still so large that more and more men were being forced by their comrades into becoming girls to even things out.
Choppy Tits and her mostly pregnant flock were currently flying through the ships, each loaded with as much weight of cargo as she could manage. Choppy Tits currently held ten kilograms of gold, as much as she could comfortably carry on the wing, she was now somewhere inside the Angels of Brutality ship, but was hopelessly lost...
"Where the hell are we?," one of the other nearby demon hosts asked in an erotic female demon voice.
"I have no fucking idea," Choppy Tits admitted irritably in her own sensual erotic voice.
Choppy Tits was currently in one of the endless tall corridors, surrounded by thousands of other stressed out and lost pregnant demon hosts. The hormones of pregnancy were making them even more cantankerous than usual, and all of them were pissed off by this stage.
Choppy Tits narrowly avoided hitting into other flyers as the air got steadily more crowded with hopeless lost demon hosts carrying treasure, and was forced to land on the floor.
Choppy Tits looked around, but could barely see a thing through all the wings. The entire flock seemed to have followed the same route, as the ship interior was not designed with flying in mind, and was now compressing together in a pissed off swarm.
Some of the hosts lost hold of their treasure, and heavy metal ingots rained down hazardously, dropping every flyer they hit, making them lose their own grip on treasure in turn until the air was pelting down ingots!
Choppy Tits screamed fearfully and was immediately flattened under a pile of falling naked demon hosts!
Ingots rained down from above, and the top most demon hosts were crippled as falling ingots broke their bones! Choppy Tits was at the bottom of the pile, protected from the impacts but nearly crushed to death by the combined weight!
For a few minutes Choppy Tits could barely breathe and was sure she would die!
Miraculously she was still alive when the treasure rain stopped, and the demon hosts above her started taking off from the pile, reducing the weight until Choppy Tits could escape, minus her treasure. Not everyone in the pile had survived, and many who had were still horribly wounded.
Choppy Tits nicely decided not to just leave the wounded to die, and lifted one of her injured "sisters" over her shoulder and attempted to fly. She didn't get far and grumpily continued on foot carrying her injured comrade. Other demon hosts did the same as Choppy Tits, not all but at least a few, and the band of heroes on foot tried to get their bearings.
The floor all around them was piled high with dropped treasure and dead or wounded demon hosts now, and local trucks looked extremely irritated as they were stopped by this massive blockage that shouldn't be here. The air above was choked with flyers, mostly minus their treasure now, and the demon hosts on foot wisely moved towards the lower entrance to a side corridor the flyers couldn't fly down.
Choppy Tits' group on foot numbered in the hundreds, not even counting the wounded they carried, and all of them squeezed into the much safer side corridor together, still hopelessly lost.
Choppy Tits was at the front of the group, and helped lead the way down the corridor. It seemed to be something related to crew quarters, with doors on each side leading into cramped bunk rooms.
Choppy Tits saw a chapter serf up ahead and called to him.
The chapter serf it turned out was a woman in scab red rags, her head shaved and face tattooed with identification codes like a slave or something. She took one look at Choppy Tits with her six breasts and daemon body, and ran away screaming in horror!
Choppy Tits and the others were irritated by this reaction, and simply continued lost, trying to find a way out of here.
The crew all ran away from the demon hosts on sight, and the hosts got steadily more lost until they found themselves inside a massive cargo hold full to bursting with gold!
Choppy Tits had never seen so much gold before! The Angels of Brutality seemed to already have MORE gold than the Nightmare Asylum had left! They surely didn't need ALL of this gold!
The demon hosts all agreed that the Angels of Brutality wouldn't miss the odd ingot, and each gathered as much as they could lift, getting the wounded comrades they carried to hold the gold if possible. The demon hosts then continued on.
"At LAST!" Choppy Tits exclaimed as she saw the back of the huge traffic jam leading back to the Nightmare Asylum.
The demon hosts discreetly deposited their comrades and treasure onto the backs of gridlocked supply trucks full of food crates, and then returned to the huge pile of treasure.
The Angels of Brutality SURELY wouldn't miss just a LITTLE bit more...
***...
Mr Adolf Lincoln, husband of Wendy Sevenson, stood pensively on the bridge as some sort of row blew up between the Angels of Brutality and the Marines Malevolent, something to do with the Marines Malevolent now having more treasure than the Angels of Brutality.
A squad from each chapter stood on the Nightmare Asylum bridge to direct the ship in carrying out their orders, both of them ten man tactical squads led by a veteran sergeant, and currently both veteran sergeants were shouting at each other in a rage.
"We discreetly microchip-tagged every ingot that reached our holds you FOOLS! Thousands of tons of gold ingots were carried out of our holds, deposited back into the treasure holds of the Nightmare Asylum for a few minutes, and then were immediately loaded into YOUR trucks that took most of them to YOUR treasure ship!" The Angel of Brutality sergeant was accusing the Marines Malevolent sergeant.
"You are lying, we never went into your treasure ship. I put it to you that your men tagged our share of the ingots in the Nightmare Asylum so that you could make this up and steal our share!" The Marines Malevolent sergeant accused back.
"You DARE to call the Angels of Brutality THIEVES!?" The Angels of Brutality sergeant roared with slightly psychotic rage.
"I DARE!" The Marines Malevolent sergeant roared back.
Adolf took cover as a huge space marine punch up ensued, the two squads were brawling with each other!
Bikini women were screaming now as the fight escalated to the point where space marines were ripping cogitators off tabletops to smash over each other's heads!
Chunks of broken cogitator fell to the floor as the violence got worse, and obediently docile daemonettes mewled and moaned unhappily at the increasingly "Khornish" behaviour.
Adolf was taking shelter with a gaggle of fearful bridge crew bikini women under a control panel table, the bridge was mostly an open massive space of bare floor, with a few rows of these sort of control panel and cogitator tables circling around the front and side walls. The side facing tables stood on tiers, getting higher as they got closer to the side walls, so that Wendy or another "officer" could easily reach their backs with a long whip, but the tables along the front wall actually got lower as they approached the front wall, to keep the viewing window unobstructed but still let Wendy sit above them on her naked woman chair and reach them with her whip. (The very back wall contained the navigator throne.)
Adolf was currently hiding under the second row of tables on the left (port) side of the bridge, raised high enough to see over the lip of the table of the "floor row" in front of him from his cowering position. The place gave both a view as well as limited cover as the marines ripped stuff up from the floor row tables to strike each other with.
Adolf wasn't exactly sure what those controls and cogitators did, but he doubted that smashing them apart like this was a great idea...
Adolf suddenly felt the horribly sick sensation of falling! He was floating off the floor under the table!
The marines and everyone else were floating around the room now!
"Artificial gravity deactivated!" A machine voice warning alert announced slightly too late to be useful...
"You IDIOTS! You destroyed the artificial gravity control panel!" One of the marines shouted at the marines of his rival squad.
The marines continued shouting at each other and trying to brawl in the zero gravity! This was ridiculous!
Adolf's bikini clad "stepdaughter" Dr Brand Sevenson was now feverishly fiddling with the broken control panel, using some insulated tools that were magnetically stuck to the tabletop when not in use. Brand was gripping a nearby table edge between her toes to stop herself floating away, and seemed to know what she was doing. Brand had previously informed Adolf of what she was doctorally trained in, but to this day he had no idea what the terminology even meant, something to do with "Cyber Espionage", whatever the throne that meant?
Adolf tried not to be sick as dizziness engulfed him in the lack of gravity, he could no longer sense which direction was "up"!
Other people in the room were vomiting now, and the vomit was floating in the air!
A big gelatinous cluster of the puke floated towards him!
Adolf frantically hit it away with his hand. Phew!
The mass of floating puke hit the broken electronics Brand was working on...
Brand jerked back from an electric shock!
Brand's bikini clad groin smacked into Adolf's face with a smell of womanhood!
Brand reflexively closed her legs around his head, locking his face hard against her intimate area!
Adolf couldn't see a thing and could smell only Brand's vagina! Like her mother Wendy she was rather attractive and never seemed to age past her twenties, oh dear Emperor!
"Thanks stepfather, I almost floated away. Just hold onto the table for a while as I get this fixed," Brand said thankfully.
Adolf tried to nod, but his nose simply pushed "inside" her through the fabric! Oh dear Emperor on his golden throne!
Adolf felt around with his hands, he was still under the table. The table itself was bolted to the floor, so Adolf gripped hold of it with all his might, face buried tightly in his stepdaughter's crotch!
Oh dear Emperor her crotch was slightly DAMP through the fabric! Damn the perpetual "wetness" of Slaanesh worshipping women!
Oh dear Emperor it SMELLED like WOMAN!
Adolf was feeling incredibly awkward but also a little bit excited, he had remained faithful to Wendy during her entire long absence and was getting rather sex starved!
Brand was twisting her body slightly as she worked, gyrating her damp bikini clad pussy all over his face, oh the saints it smelled just like Wendy's pussy!
He didn't know how much more he could endure!
"Done!" Brand yelled triumphantly.
Gravity very slowly grew, very weak at first, and everything fell gently to the floor, including Brand and Adolf.
They fell over sideways, Adolf's head still gripped between her legs, and he was pressed even harder into her pussy from the awkward angle!
Brand loosed her grip and Adolf frantically removed his face from her crotch, face bright red from blushing embarrassment.
Adolf frantically turned his gaze guiltily to the wall cogitator screen that perpetually showed the live footage of his wife Wendy at gunpoint. Wendy hadn't been even slightly sexually faithful to Adolf, but Adolf still felt like he ought to be true to her regardless.
Wendy was the same as she always was, hanging from her wrists in only her unwashed bikini top with no indication at all that she could even see Adolf right now.
The marines were still brawling and arguing, but were now refraining from damaging the instrument panels, using their fists instead. Adolf ignored their juvenile brutish behaviour and focused his gaze on his wife.
Wendy's hygiene state looked absolutely terrible, her hair filthy and unkempt, her skin hygiene even worse than her hair. Her skin beneath her filthy film of outer grime was as erotic and beautiful as ever, and her figure was still awe inspiringly lovely, an insanely beautiful woman wrapped in a filthy outer packaging of dirt and grime.
Adolf knew for a fact that she was pregnant with his child, but she was early in the pregnancy and her belly remained perfectly flat and slim like always. The footage showed her crotch and upper thighs in the angle of view, and she had had no monthly womanly red tears of menstruation the entire time of the footage, which was very encouraging.
Adolf gazed at her face, she looked like a homeless tramp at the moment with her grimy skin and filthy messy hair, but her beauty was still obvious underneath, requiring only a wash and groom to bring out.
Adolf's eyes turned to the very faint pink glow of her elegant mark of Slaanesh on her right cheek, and he reflexively made the sign of the Emperor with his hands. His wife, no matter how much he loved her, was still lost in darkness...
Adolf prayed to the Emperor for his wife yet again, prayed desperately as often as he remembered to, wanting her back again. He was desperate to save her, to safely return her from her captivity. If nothing else he was an extremely devoted husband.
Adolf had tried to very politely ask the marines to let him visit Wendy, they had not even dignified his request with a reply. He was TERRIFIED that he would never get her back again!
Brand and the other Sevenson women were currently busily repairing all the equipment the marines had destroyed, as the marines continued arguing about the treasure. Adolf was utterly sick of listening to the marines fighting each other, and decided to return home to Wendy's apartment.
Adolf got out from under the table and trudged through the overcrowded ship, careful to keep his slave brand on his shoulder in clear view of the rowdy convicts. The slave brand was Adolf's lifeline of safety, as anyone who damaged him would have to pay for him. The convicts saw the brand and gave him a wide berth, letting him get to the apartment unharmed.
Adolf opened the repaired front door with his palm on the palm scanning panel beside the doorway, and stepped inside into his very crowded home.
The place was absolutely thick with convicts and their sleeping bags, and every single bondage item had a somewhat reluctant six breasted demon host restrained inside it being sexually interfered with. Adolf walked through his wife's well equipped dungeon rooms, walking past hundreds of female demon hosts in bondage being fucked and tortured by lustful convicts, the demon hosts seemed to look undecided as to whether they actually minded their current predicament or not.
Adolf avoided the central sitting room that now contained a multi-storey apartment hab-block building, and moved instead into Wendy's bedroom.
The bedroom that was by rights HIS bedroom was completely commandeered by convicts and demon hosts who had stolen his giant bed and covered the floor in sleeping bags. Wendy's wardrobe of clothing was broken into, and the demon host "girlfriends" of particularly fearsome convicts now wore the clothes as a status symbol!
Octavia's wardrobe had already been rescued by her terrifying chaos lord boyfriend Luke Sevenson, the clothes all safely locked away in Luke's house, where unwelcome men were killed on sight.
Adolf couldn't see anything that had not been stolen or commandeered. Heck even Octavia and Wendy's wedding photos had been stolen and used by men to masturbate over! The same went for every other photo of the women, including photos of their daughters and, most disturbing of all, CHILDREN AND BABY PHOTOS!
Adolf recoiled in disgust at the mere thought, and checked Wendy's ensuite bondage bathroom. Adolf immediately found demon hosts bound helpless to every chain as men raped them! Adolf couldn't even just have a shower in his own home anymore!
Adolf cursed and moved towards the slave sleeping quarters...
He found in the slave sleeping quarters Fetter looking extremely pleased as she was penetrated in three holes at the same time whilst simultaneously giving men a hand job with each hand! Her wrinkly old lady body was dribbled all over in cum, as was her long grey hair!
The other female slaves were being similarly interacted with, the bunch of sluts! The male slaves were mostly having sex with the bound demon hosts, and the gay man slave was having an especially fantastic time with a huge group of muscular convict men!
Adolf couldn't go anywhere in his home to find peace from all of this sex and rape and torture, and wasn't even sure where he could find to sleep tonight. All of his clothes had been stolen save for the stitched together rags he currently wore, and he couldn't risk taking them off to wash them or they would be stolen before they dried.
Adolf gave up and left his home before someone could try to rape him.
He considered his options as he walked through people choked corridors, he needed somewhere so scary that the convicts wouldn't go, but also somewhere where he could safely expect to be welcome.
Two options came immediately to mind, the home of Luke Sevenson or the home of the terrifying Augusta Sevenson. Out of the options available Adolf decided that Augusta was a slightly safer option.
Adolf walked into the overwhelmed apothecarion section of the ship, and saw overcrowded waiting rooms filled to overflowing with various sick and injured people from the billions of people who now inhabited the ship...
The line to even get inside to seek treatment stretched far away down the corridors, and Adolf could only really peak inside to see the crazily overcrowded waiting rooms! This ship was never intended to provide medical care for a population BILLIONS strong!
Adolf couldn't get in the main entrance, and tried all the side entrances, finding them all blocked too. In desperation he entered into the "staff only" entrance. Adolf hadn't been sure if he would get through the doorway, but as Wendy's "husband" he had a surprisingly high security clearance on most palm scanners on the ship, including it seemed the apothecarion.
Adolf entered into the staff section, trying to reach Augusta and Liling's apartment deep inside. He immediately found patients on stretchers and wheeled beds and wheelchairs parked everywhere that could fit them without blocking the way, all waiting for treatment.
Adolf was partway down the walkway when a mutilated staff member minion thing saw him.
"More help at LAST, we need all the hands we can get!" The minion man exclaimed in relief.
"Um, well I guess I could help out a bit to save some lives, need me to push a wheelchair or something?," Adolf offered uncertainly, feeling like he really OUGHT to do what little he could to help out in this clearly overwhelmed hospital.
"Go have a shower down there in the staff changing room through that door, staff gowns and shoes are in clearly labeled piles in the changing room. Get cleaned up and gowned up, put your clothes on a coat hanger with the other staff clothes, then come back here and someone will tell you what to do," the minion explained quickly.
Adolf was a bit hesitant but reluctantly agreed, it was a good cause after all.
He found the changing room easily enough and entered. The room was cluttered with other staff clothing and belongings, but otherwise mostly clean. Adolf hung up his meagre clothing on a hanger and had a much needed shower in the staff shower cubicle.
Adolf found the piles of hospital worker clothing and shoes and the like, and got dressed quickly.
Adolf left the change room and found an overworked staff member.
Adolf was rapidly put to work pushing wheeled hospital beds with patients strapped down to them... Why were they strapped down like this?
Adolf had no time to quickly answer this question, he was busily pushing patients from the triage rooms (,that strapped them down), to a crowded bed "parking area" outside the surgical theatres. Adolf thought he heard muffled screaming coming from the largely soundproof surgery theatres...
The patient load was endless, absolutely ENDLESS, the ship population was in the billions and a proportionate number of these needed medical care! The apothecarion hospital was completely overwhelmed!
The staff that Adolf saw were amazing people, working themselves raw to process as many patients as possible as quickly as possible. Most were convicts who had picked up jobs in the apothecarion, mostly unskilled orderlies who pushed and lifted and carried patients, as well as entire platoons of janitors and similar menial workers.
Higher ranking than the unskilled hospital staff were a corp of mutilated masochistic "medical minion things", original crew members trained mostly by Dr Liling Sevenson herself in more advanced medical knowledge. These functioned as semiskilled nurses, and ran much of the apothecarion hospital by themselves, aided by the unskilled workers.
Higher still were the "slave nurses", enslaved imperial nurses with proper nursing qualifications, who were relatively fewer in number and did stuff that was too advanced for the medical minion things, mostly triage from what limited view Adolf could see.
At the top of the hierarchy were the handful of actual medical doctors of various specialties, and ruling them all was Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Dr Liling Sevenson. Adolf had yet to see a single doctor, they all seemed to be perpetually in surgery.
Adolf hadn't planned on doing any of this, but felt that refusing to help would be a huge dick move. This hospital was obviously in critical need of as many extra volunteer workers as possible, and people would die if he refused to do his part!
The patients were mostly convicts or demon hosts, but some were no doubt faithful Emperor worshipping captive slaves, so Adolf really had to do what little he could.
The workload ground on and on, endless pushing and walking. The triage rooms were less than a hundred meters away from operating theatres, but it was still extremely exhausting.
Adolf talked when he could to the other staff, and learned that most of them were working 16 hour shifts and sleeping on the floor outside between their shifts! They really were heroes!
"I had hoped to find a place to sleep in Liling's home," Adolf admitted to his new convict coworkers as they pushed beds.
"Take my advice friend and don't set foot in her house, her husband is a giant armoured Night Lord terror, he kills anyone who goes near his kids." The convicts warned.
Adolf accepted this advice, not sure if he should follow it, and just kept working.
Adolf lost track of the time as the patients never ceased, the ship desperately needed at least HUNDREDS of additional hospitals to properly cope with this many patients! This was utterly insane!
Eventually Adolf couldn't go on, and had a break outside an operating theatre, sitting on the floor and eating some sort of unfamiliar delicious cooked meat that the hospital kitchen seemed to have an endless supply of. It tasted sort of like pork...
Adolf hungrily ate a huge plate of the meat on a recyclable plastic plate and plastic cutlery, it tasted SO familiar... Where was the apothecarion obtaining so much meat that the rest of the ship didn't have?
Adolf was too tired to figure out this mystery, and just sat resting for a few minutes after finishing his meal.
The sounds of muffled screaming were very loud inside the nearby surgical theatre, and cruel sounding muffled voices could also be heard over the screams...
The screaming went silent after a time, and the theatre door opened.
Out of the door stepped a large lanky blood stained convict man in an equally bloody surgical gown. The convict man had a prison tattoo over his forehead that read "Dr Psycho".
"Who is the next plaything?," the convict with the tattoo asked in a terrifyingly sadistic voice!
The strapped down patients all wailed in horror.
"Wait a minute! Are you even a doctor?!" Adolf asked suspiciously.
"Who wants to know?", the convict sneered.
"My name is Adolf Lincoln, HUSBAND of Chaos Champion Wendy Sevenson. Scan my palms to confirm this if you wish, I am Dr Liling Sevenson's stepfather-in-law!" Adolf said with all the authority he could manage, holding up his palms to be scanned. A quick scan from a portable palm scanner identified Adolf immediately when the convict called his bluff.
The convict's sneer instantly collapsed and his face became suddenly fearfully respectful.
"Forgive me exalted father-in-law of Liling," the man kowtowed fearfully, apparently terrified of Liling.
"Are you a doctor?," Adolf pressed.
"Almost milord, I was a third year medical student when the constables traced all the bodies back to me n locked me up, I am known as Dr Psycho in my local hive newspapers," the convict said cautiously.
"The... Bodies?," Adolf asked dangerously.
"Yes... I am a serial killer..." Dr Psycho admitted quietly.
The strapped down patients got even more distressed at these words, begging for someone to save them.
"This apothecarion is short on doctors and NEEDS me right now sir. By your leave I must see to the next patient now," Dr Psycho urged respectfully.
"In that case I will enter the operating theatre with you and watch your fine work, my daughter-in-law will find my observations interesting," Adolf gently demanded.
Dr Psycho flinched at the mention of talking to Liling, and reluctantly agreed.
"Thank you!" The patients all thanked Adolf in desperate relief.
Adolf was given a transparent plastic face mask, and was directed to wash his hands very thoroughly and put on sterile gloves and shoe coverings. Adolf then entered the blood stained operating theatre, finding exhausted looking workers gathering up bloody bandages and bits of raw flesh and other things off the floor, as others gave the stainless steel floor a hasty mopping with harsh smelling cleaning chemicals.
Adolf stood out of the way to one side as the patient was brought in by sadistic looking medical minions with mutilated faces.
"I trust that you will be putting the patient to SLEEP first?," Adolf demanded authoritatively as Dr Psycho approached the patient.
"Um, as you wish milord," Dr Psycho agreed unhappily.
"Thank you!" The patient wept in relief to Adolf.
Adolf nodded encouragingly to the patient and stood watch as the man was sedated.
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Adolf stood watch for the entire rest of Dr Psycho's shift through countless patients, making occasional references to Liling just to keep him afraid.
The Nightmare Asylum records listed Adolf as being "married pending paperwork" to Chaos Champion Wendy Sevenson, as being the father of Wendy's unborn child, and as being the stepfather to all of Wendy's children. This record had been set by Wendy herself just before the disastrous wedding day, and as soon as they completed the postponed-due-to-riots wedding ceremony, Adolf would go from "marriage paperwork pending" to fully fledged husband.
Adolf actually didn't know Liling as closely as Wendy's other children-in-law, he had barely even met the tiny little woman a few times, but Dr Psycho didn't know that. As far as Dr Psycho knew, Adolf and Liling might be thick as thieves going by Adolf's position on paper, and Adolf was milking this assumption ruthlessly to protect these patients from abuse, as Dr Liling Sevenson was the undisputed lord of this apothecarion and could have Dr Psycho fired... Out of a cannon into space!
Adolf tiredly got cleaned up and put on a fresh gown rather than his old rags, deciding that medical staff clothes were much nicer. Adolf then eventually found the door to Liling's apartment and knocked hesitantly, putting a palm on the door scanner to identify himself.
After a brief delay an extremely pissed off looking naked Augusta Antony Sevenson hurled the door open and demanded why he was being "cock blocked".
"I am your stepfather," Adolf squeaked fearfully.
"I KNOW who you are maggot! What the fuck do you want!?" Augusta snarled demonically.
"May I please stay over, my wife's apartment is completely trashed by the convicts, they stole my bed!" Adolf pleaded in terror.
Augusta growled and grabbed Adolf with blinding speed!
Adolf was dragged inside and the door slammed and LOCKED behind him!
Adolf was sure he was about to die...
Augusta simply hurled Adolf onto a couch chair, and stomped off into a nearby bedroom door, which closed after him...
Sex noises and sounds of agony could then be heard faintly through the closed door.
Adolf calmed his fast beating heart and got comfortable on the couch, eventually drifting off to sleep.
***...
Chaos Raptor Augusta Antony Sevenson moaned loudly as Liling exposed his intestines to the air with a scalpel. She was naked and straddling his hips, her soaking wet pussy being penetrated deeply by him, cutting into his abdomen as they had sex.
"Oh Liling!" Augusta moaned as her blade caressed his pain receptors, filling him with the most orgasmic agony.
Liling made her rapid and almost comically high pitched sex noises, and moaned words in the oriental language that she had been originally taught to speak in, a very peculiar dialect descended from one of the long dead languages of the Terran continent of "Asia". All of the Kilimanjaro cult population spoke this weird language as well as the common low gothic that everyone spoke, Augusta's kids all spoke it fluently, but Augusta only knew a bit of it.
Augusta wasn't sure exactly what Liling was moaning in this language, but it sounded unbelievably sexy all the same.
Augusta had his hands gently on Liling's hips, easily lifting her tiny little body up and down on his cock, letting her focus entirely on cutting him open.
Liling's pink Slaanesh mark was glowing brightly with pleasure, the brightness of the glow proportional to her pleasure at a given moment. At the moment it was glowing painfully bright on her sexy sadistic face.
Augusta moaned loudly with pleasure and gazed adoringly into her cruel slanted eyes. Her face was contorted in a brutally sadistic snarl of extreme sexual sadism, as her nimble hands cut him open with merciless cruelty.
Liling's tiny breasts were slightly swollen from her pregnancy, and were jiggling energetically up and down as Augusta passionately penetrated her. She was getting quite pregnant now and her swollen pregnant belly was bouncing up and down just like her tits were.
Augusta reached up with a hand and pinched her nearest tiny breast between his massive thumb and forefinger, she was so small that he only needed two fingers to hold her entire boob!
Liling moaned from his touch on her boob, and he lifted her up and down painfully by the boobs with both hands. Liling groaned in pleasure from the pain in her stretched boobs, and he penetrated her all the harder.
Liling reached down and pulled a handful of his ropy intestines from his abdomen as she straddled him. The pain was incredible!
Liling's mark of Slaanesh blazed brighter, and she moaned in orgasm.
Augusta frantically tried to force himself to climax before she got bored.
"Bored now, no more sex," Liling said cruelly before he could cum!
Liling immediately got off his cock and began putting him back together!
"I didn't cum," Augusta pleaded.
Liling moaned sadistically at this information and purred, "perfect".
Augusta began to masturbate.
"No masturbation! You have to endure your blue balls all night husband!" Liling commanded dominantly in her high pitched voice!
"Yes Mistress Liling," Augusta replied in bitter enslaved obedience. He almost wanted to weep in frustration!
"Your misery is EXQUISITE husband," Liling moaned blissfully and deliberately fingered herself to a SECOND orgasm as Augusta was forced to watch in pitiful frustration!
Augusta felt like his balls would EXPLODE from his current lust, as he was sadistically forced to watch his cruel dominatrix wife finger herself to MULTIPLE orgasms, as he himself was denied even ONE!
By Slaanesh Liling was so cock hardeningly CRUEL! This extremely sadistic cruelty only turned Augusta on even MORE!
"No orgasms at all for you," Liling ordered tauntingly, as she completely repaired his disembowelled body flawlessly.
"Yes Mistress!" Augusta groaned in frustrated torment as she finished putting him together, without so much as a pain or scar remaining.
"Sleeping time, I want cuddles," Liling said arrogantly in a way that turned him on savagely.
"Yes Mistress Liling," Augusta said with tormented obedience as Liling put on her panties and nightie.
Augusta had absolutely no choice but to cuddle the deliciously arrogant little woman in his huge muscular arms, he was spooning her gently, massive throbbing erection poking into her ass through her nightie and panties.
Liling sighed in sadistic contentment at the feel of his tormented erection, and arrogantly drifted off to sleep with no regard for his own needs. Her arrogance was intoxicatingly arousing to Augusta, he found Liling's arrogance extremely sexy.
Augusta's erection was ready to explode by this point from how utterly sadistic she was being not letting him cum! By Slaanesh Liling truly was the GIRL OF HIS DREAMS! He had easily the CRUELEST dominatrix on this entire ship, he was so LUCKY!
Augusta was completely in love with his wife right now, even his sadist stepsister Mandy wasn't as mercilessly cruel as Liling was. Augusta really was the luckiest man on this ship! Not letting him cum at the end of extremely hot torture sex was so cruel that he could almost weep right now! It was so hot to his extreme masochism!
Augusta adoringly kissed Liling's long black hair as she slept peacefully in his arms, and he carefully activated his catalepsean node, a gene seed organ that let him "sleep whilst still awake", by sequentially resting different parts of his brain at a time as the other brain parts remained awake.
Augusta's thought patterns immediately became what he would describe as "really weird", as part of his brain was literally asleep right now.
Augusta made sure that Liling was completely asleep, and then very gently unentangled himself from her and slid silently out of bed. He had only been in bed for the sex, and now needed to return to guarding his family home from trespassers.
Augusta moved with the preternatural silence of a fully grown Night Lord, and very quietly put his trusty suit of defiled mark six chaos raptor power armour back on.
It was a slow process, especially when his brain was partially asleep. It required the use of several different tools just to plug all the ports into his sub-dermal black carapace gene seed organ, and took almost thirty minutes by the time he screwed and fastened everything in place. It would have been faster with noisy power tools but Liling needed to sleep.
Augusta rose silently to his feet in his full raptor power armour, the armour made no sound at all, and swallowed up even the sounds of his breathing from reaching the outside, adding to his extreme silence. He made not a sound as he crept out of the room without once waking Liling, and entered the rest of the home.
Augusta was still being deliciously tormented by his throbbing unsatisfied erection, unable to disobey her orders and find any relief! Oh how he loved his wife's savage cruelty!
Augusta enjoyed his frustrating torture as he came to the lounge room near the front doorway, and scanned his gaze for any threats to his family.
Augusta immediately noticed his stepfather Adolf laying asleep on the couch in surgical clothing...
Augusta was not fully awake right now, and just stood watching Adolf in total silence. It was strangely peaceful to watch other people sleep.
Augusta's fragmented mind decided that it was a good idea to pull up a chair and just sit leaning forward watching Adolf close up. He leaned forward and stared intently at the sleeping man, still as a statue in his sinister baroquely carved power armour.
Augusta was resting different brain parts now, and his thoughts became more complex as his higher brain functions partially awoke.
Augusta was guarding his home for a reason... What was the reason again?
Oh yes, because this ship was now infested with unprecedented numbers of pedophiles! His daughters were all under age, and got raped constantly if he didn't guard them!
The convicts did not respect much, but they damn well still FEARED the wrath of a paternally outraged Night Lord! The only thing keeping the pedophiles out right now was their fear of Augusta's wrath.
Augusta's daughters had all without exception been very badly raped by the convict scum! His sons too! The evil bastards!
Augusta had killed hundreds of pedophiles, but they numbered practically endless, it wasn't possible to kill ALL of the many many MILLIONS of "chomo's" among the wider convict population.
The pedophiles were FAR more numerous than the current number of children on this ship, and battled viciously among themselves over each available child. Hundreds of pedophiles if not thousands were stalking each individual child, eternally ready to pounce the moment they were unguarded!
Augusta only rarely slept ever since encountering the convicts, relying on his catalepsean node like this to remain conscious around the clock without fatigue. He tried to get four hours proper sleep once a week, but even then he slept in his power armour with his servos holding him standing facing the front doorway as he slept, to scare any pedophiles who entered.
Augusta lived in his armour now, he only ever took it off to wash, toilet, or have sex, and only for as short a time as possible. His children depended on his constant protection to kill any pedophiles who entered.
Augusta gazed unceasingly at Adolf, inclined to be suspicious of men in his home. Had Adolf not been Augusta's own stepfather then he would have been dead the moment he knocked on the front door. Augusta was showing a huge kindness in not killing the man, a kindness only reserved for family members and the dearest of family friends.
Augusta sniffed suspiciously at his stepfather, and his enhanced space marine sense of smell immediately smelled his stepsister Brand's vaginal juices on the man's face!
Augusta refrained from killing the man instantly for adultery to Mummy Wendy, and sniffed again, closer this time...
Bikini fabric... Vomit... Smells of surgery... NO SEMEN! The man had not ejaculated in over a month by the smell of him, he had been FAITHFUL to Mummy Wendy!
Augusta relaxed, Adolf's face smelled more of bikini bottom than pussy, his face had been in heavy contact with a damp bikini bottom but not in direct contact with a pussy. He hadn't cummed in a LONG time, so clearly hadn't had sex recently. Augusta would later have to discreetly ask Brand what happened..
Augusta didn't know why the man had come to his home, and had been right in the middle of sex and unwilling to delay long enough to ask questions. Adolf had some explaining to do when he woke up.
It had just been terrible timing. Liling worked longer hours than ever before now, and sex time was an extremely precious commodity for Augusta at the moment.
Liling worked at least 16 hours a day every day, and only came home to sleep. Fortunately for Augusta she spent most of those 16 hours torturing screaming patients in surgery without spare time to masturbate. She got so wet and excited that by the end of her shift she was always howling for sex and too horny to sleep without being fucked to satisfaction.
Augusta was always careful to make the most of these brief times each night, so had been understandably frustrated when Adolf chose that exact time to visit! Augusta had been too horny to think and had simply let the man stay to save time.
Augusta's thoughts changed yet again as different brain parts rested, and just sat staring at Adolf, barely a thought in his mind. He could snap fully awake at a moment's provocation, but used this quiet time to rest his brain while it lasted. Time dragged on and on.
Augusta leaned closer and closer to Adolf, just staring at him silently.
Adolf suddenly stirred awake, and screamed himself hoarse with deafening volume.
Augusta's entire brain woke up as the screaming continued, Adolf was now cowering behind furniture on the other side of the room...
The entire household was awake now and all of the kids and slave nannies and Liling fled towards Augusta for protection, fearing another home invasion by rapist convicts.
Extremely dim lights flicked on through the home as the entire household huddled fearfully around Augusta for safety as Adolf kept screaming.
"You are all safe, it's just my cowardly stepfather," Augusta reassured his family with an exasperated chuckle in his deep distorted demonic voice.
"You were right in my face!" Adolf exclaimed in a panic.
"I was just watching you sleep," Augusta reassured.
"What!?"
"Calm down little man, I had been sitting watching you like that for over an hour," Augusta dismissed.
"GOLDEN THRONE!"
"What?"
Adolf was now getting in a deeply unmanned state of panic and fear to the point of wetting himself, and Liling and Augusta both laughed at the pathetic display.
"Aw, did the big scary Night Lord give you a fright pee-pee pants?," Liling taunted cruelly.
"It was fucking terrifying to wake up like that!" Adolf defended.
"Augusta can scare you a LOT better than that, scare him properly Augusta," Liling ordered cruelly.
Augusta obeyed instantly and snarled with deafening demonic rage that shook the walls and floor. He hurled himself at Adolf with blurring speed and roared right in his face with lethal threat.
Adolf immediately crapped his medical gown and fled away weeping like a little girl. Augusta chased an inch behind him every step of the way, chasing him all around the securely locked apartment, escape impossible.
The children and slave nannies were encouraged by Liling to laugh at this game, as Adolf was reduced to a babbling wreck of abject terror cowering in a corner in his shit and piss.
After about ten minutes Liling said, "enough husband". Augusta stopped frightening Adolf instantly as ordered.
"Enough fun, back to bed children. Clean up this mess Augusta," Liling ordered dominantly, walking back into the bedroom.
Augusta grabbed the babbling Adolf and forced him to have a shower as Augusta cleaned the floor and affected furniture.
"Daddy, can I stay with you for a while?," his now ten years old daughter Mei-Yin asked hopefully, walking over to him as he cleaned.
Augusta hadn't been given any orders from Liling to actually force the children to stay in bed, so he indulged his little princess with a nod.
Mei-Yin hugged him the way that only daughters can, knowing how to wrap him around her little finger, and sat quietly watching him clean.
Augusta finished cleaning and checked on Adolf, who was now apparently too frightened to leave the bathroom. Augusta shrugged and left him there.
Augusta sat down with Mei-Yin, and the ten year old girl climbed up on his power armoured lap, sitting sideways and resting her head against his chest as he wrapped his armoured arms around her affectionately.
Augusta rubbed her long black hair very softly and soothingly, loving his little princess in a completely appropriate fatherly way. Mei-Yin sighed contentedly and relaxed in his arms.
Mei-Yin was Augusta's second oldest child, but his oldest daughter, and he called her his little princess as an affectionate nickname. He had spoiled her shamelessly at every single stage, and had a very special bond with his oldest daughter. The first daughter was always the most exciting birth for any Sevenson father, for they had such a high regard for females. Augusta would kill any boy who made his princess cry.
"Can I sleep out here with you Daddy?, I had terrible dreams about the pedophiles..." Mei-Yin asked, breaking his heart to hear such words.
"Of course princess, Daddy will watch you sleep the entire time," Augusta comforted her.
Mei-Yin thanked him gratefully and Augusta set up a floor mattress bed for her right under his protective gaze. She got under the sheets and he lovingly tucked her in.
It was very late at night but Mei-Yin was still too freaked out to sleep, she had been raped the most of all his daughters as she was the closest to womanhood, and was constantly afraid now. Augusta had ripped apart every man who ever touched her, but this hadn't undone the harm.
"Daddy I don't like having Grandad Adolf in the home with us, I don't want any man except you in here, it scares me," Mei-Yin admitted after a brief silence.
Augusta nodded and didn't even hesitate to drag Adolf naked out of the shower and hurl him out the front door. Anything for his princess...
***...
Adolf was less than happy as he scurried naked through the apothecarion towards the staff changing room for some new clothes, that had been the worst night's sleep of his entire life!
