Chapter 68(orphan)
The group of the fifty highest ranking Night Lords onboard were all extremely bitter as they sat at the massive dining table in Luke Sevenson's home to discuss the current situation. Franklin didn't blame them either.
"Over 99 percent of our treasure gone! Damnation!" Franklin's ancient century old biological "nephew", the aspiring champion Sherman Sevenson cursed, his armour torso and arms covered all over in a tightly stretched "shirt" of surprisingly fresh skinned convict faces.
The other Night Lords muttered and cursed in bitter angry agreement.
"It's ok, it's only money Master Shermy", Octavia soothed sympathetically from where she submissively sat on Luke's lap in her bikini.
"Yes Mistress Octavia," fifty Night Lord voices replied in programmed obedience to this Sevenson woman, all inclining their heads in submission to her.
"Stop that at once! Women rank LOWER than men in my home, do not submit to her!" Luke snarled in stern indignation.
"Yes Master," Octavia said submissively.
"Go and put on a ball gag to shut you up slut, then return to my lap," Luke dominantly commanded.
"Yes Master," Octavia said humbly and ran off, tits jiggling mightily with every footfall. The entire assembly followed her with their eyes..
Octavia ran bouncily back a half minute later, this time with a large bright red rubber ball secured firmly in her mouth by a black leather strap buckled tightly around her head. Octavia climbed back onto Luke's lap, and sat submissively awaiting further orders.
"We need to discuss contingency plans for this, I want our men in your squads all ready for as many foreseeable situations as possible," Luke told the assembled Night Lord squad leaders.
Present in the room right now was the leader of every Night Lord squad currently onboard, known officially as "aspiring champions" in chaos space marine jargon. The Nightmare Asylum currently had slightly less than 200 adult chaos space marines still alive after all the wars and mayhem of the last year, and had more surviving aspiring champions than they had remaining squads to lead.
The force had originally numbered approximately 300 Night Lords when they first attacked the Orphanage of Strict Chastisement, but had taken casualties during the battle to kidnap Franklin, reducing their numbers below this starting strength. Lavender Furnace had been by far the most gruesome war for inflicting casualties, killing quite close to 100 Sevenson Night Lords and more than a few of their neophytes as well, (though neophytes were not included in the warband size count). The fighting on and around 92/EHY/55 had killed a few more, bringing the numbers down to just below 200...
The aspiring champions tended to be more tenacious than the general squad members, and tended to survive more often when the squads took casualties. The survivors of the mauled squads were then reorganised into full strength squads, leaving some aspiring champions without squads to lead...
Around the table currently sat 30 aspiring champions, including Franklin's brother Augusta, at least ten of these aspiring champions now being tacked onto other squads as second in command leaders.
The title "aspiring champion" did not seem to indicate that they were actually "Chaos Champions" like Franklin's mother Wendy was, aspiring champion simply denoted the military rank of being a squad leader, basically chaos space marine vernacular for "sergeant" as far as Franklin could tell.
As well as the 30 aspiring champions, the table also hosted an additional 20 chaos space marines who showed especial promise of rising to leadership one day, the rising stars of the common marines.
Franklin himself was rather out of place in this meeting, he was just an inexperienced neophyte, and only shameless nepotism on the part of his father let him be present at the table at all. Octavia of course was not actually part of the meeting at all, merely a "plaything" to occupy Luke's lap for his pleasure, and Adolf wasn't even allowed in the room at all, being neither a space marine of any kind nor a woman.
"Lets discuss options for rescuing Mistress Wendy and the other kidnapped Mistresses," one of the Night Lords said, (Franklin didn't know his name).
Franklin perked up at this topic.
"Wen-ee?," Octavia muffled quietly through her ball gag excitedly.
Luke silenced Octavia with a warning gesture and told the table, "I have been trying to think of a rescue plan ever since they were captured, in every scenario I could think of the hostages would just end up being killed. How do we rescue them ALIVE?"
The assembly members muttered to themselves in thought, trying to think.
Franklin thrilled with zeal and said, "Let me fight the enemy leaders myself in single combat, I will defeat them and..."
"You have been reading too many imperial propaganda sagas, big exciting "boss battles" are the stuff of children's stories son," Franklin's father patiently interrupted him.
"But with my powers I could..." Franklin began.
"The grown ups are talking, maybe you should go off and read some actual strategy books neophyte," one of the Night Lords dismissed impatiently.
"Why is it such a terrible plan?," Franklin protested indignantly.
"(Sigh), the moment you became hostile, entire huge squads of the enemy would shoot you full of holes in an overwhelming mass, and simultaneously IMMEDIATELY shoot their least valuable hostage as a warning to the rest of us not to try anything."
"If you somehow SURVIVED being shot thousands of times by overwhelming numbers of enemies, then the enemy would rapidly start shooting more and more low ranking hostages, until the rest of us Night Lords were eventually forced to attack you to save our women. If you survived even THAT then the enemy would shoot Wendy out of spite and go down fighting with all the hostages now dead," Luke explained with deliberate patience.
"Oh... Well then how DO I rescue them?," Franklin asked feeling slightly crestfallen.
"You let the GROWN UPS do the thinking and actions, while YOU sit to one side and do as you are told. Many of us are centuries old, you are thirteen, you have neither the wisdom nor the experience nor the knowledge nor the maturity to solve this, so sit and listen as the adults figure this out," Luke said with brutally direct honesty.
"Hear hear," loudly agreed every single person at the table, including a muffled "her her" from the gagged Octavia on Luke's lap.
Franklin angrily got up from the table and went to one of the nearby bookshelves, returning to the table with the massive Codex Astartes as well as volumes 1 through to 15 of the Tactica Imperium books of the Imperial Guard tacticians.
"What in the warp are you doing now?!" An impatient Night Lord exclaimed in exasperation.
"We are space marines, we should consult the Codex Astartes..." Franklin began.
The entire table laughed uproariously!
"What?," Franklin asked frustratedly, turning slightly pink now.
The Night Lords all seemed to be laughing too hard to get a word out.
"The sacred Primarch Roboute Guilliman who wrote this was a tactical genius..."
Night Lords were now howling with laughter so much that several fell out of their chairs at the word "genius".
Franklin tried to speak more but was completely drowned out by laughter... What was so funny?
The laughter gradually subsided.
"Well what about the Tactica Imperium?, It was written by brilliant military tacticians..."
The Night Lords were once again howling with laughter...
What by the Throne was so funny?
Franklin opened up the Codex Astartes to the first chapter to mention a hostage rescue, and began reading aloud, shouting over the laughter.
"No matter how vital the hostage, a wise leader shall NOT negotiate with the enemy captors for a peaceful solution. The Astartes shall charge boldly in with a loud battle cry, and fight the firearm equipped foe with close combat blades to rescue the hostages completely unharmed..." Franklin shouted loudly as he quoted the sacred text.
The Night Lords were all without exception rolling around on the floor now in uncontrollable laughter, banging their fists on the floor, seemingly barely able to breathe.
Franklin continued reading more of the brilliant tactical genius of the Ultramarine Primarch, and the Night Lords were soon nearly choking with mirth and ridicule!
Franklin got discouraged and simply closed the book and sat quietly for the five or so minutes it took them all to stop laughing.
The Night Lords slowly returned to their seats and composed themselves.
"...What was so funny?..." Franklin asked hesitantly.
The Night Lords laughed anew!
Franklin was getting very offended now, were these heretics MOCKING the clear genius of the Codex Astartes?
"Franklin my dear son, put away those tomes full of toilet paper, we are discussing SERIOUS strategies and tactics here. This is no time for the folly of Robert Girly-man and his Ultrafaggotmarines," Luke chortled in rumbling mirth.
Franklin spluttered in disbelief and outrage at these disrespectful words!
"Roboute Guilliman was the greatest Primarch who ever lived!" Franklin protested in utter indignation.
The Night Lords were once again howling with laughter!
Franklin would listen to no more of this ridicule and simply stormed out of the room.
***...
Franklin paced indignantly in the ship librarium restricted section, utterly outraged by the heretic's distain for the primary tactical books of the Imperium of Man.
"Can you kindly please THINK more quietly, I am trying to pay attention," his sister Violet complained from where she sat at a cogitator.
Franklin turned on her and grabbed her bikini string clad shoulders with his hands, shaking her angrily to convey how angry he was.
Blazing psychic energy instantly hit him from the direction of every apprentice psyker in the room! He was under attack!
Franklin snarled and leapt for cover as he was singed by blasts of pink psychic flames!
Franklin took refuge under a metal table, mind reeling in complete confusion at this attack.
"Stop attacking him! I forgive him!" Violet shouted frantically.
The witchcraft immediately ceased!
Franklin cautiously looked from under the table.
"You FOOL Franklin, you can't just lay your hands on family WOMEN like that! They might have KILLED you!" Violet reprimanded him, clearly horrified for his safety.
"But why?," Franklin asked.
"Because I am a WOMAN! The Sevenson warband is a GYNARCHY society! Violence by men against women is not even slightly tolerated, you just watch yourself you fucking idiot!" Violet scolded him sternly.
"But you are not a woman you're a..." Franklin began automatically.
"A MUTANT?!" Violet interrupted in outrage.
Franklin was slapped across the face!
"*I* am still allowed to hit YOU!" Violet said severely and hit him again.
Franklin raised his arms to defend himself.
"Uh uh uh, don't you DARE raise your hands against me BOY, don't make me call the Night Lords to arrest you for insubordination to a family member WOMAN!" Violet warned, slapping him again.
Franklin tried to shove her away, but psychic blasts immediately struck the furniture around him!
"They will KILL you if you don't stop resisting me," Violet warned gleefully.
Franklin cautiously lowered his arms. Violet immediately resumed slapping him!
"This isn't fair," Franklin protested, she could apparently attack him at will and he couldn't even defend himself!
"Compulsory female domination, isn't it beautiful. I can slap around and beat up any Sevenson Night Lord I like whenever I like, and they are forbidden from even protecting themselves. My orders are obeyed without question and the men can only grovel and obey," Violet smirked cruelly and began punching Franklin in the face!
"The convicts assault and rape women all the time!" Franklin argued, still not defending his face.
"The convicts are not Sevensons, different rules for different people. The SEVENSON males are our submissive slaves and torture toys, forbidden from any insubordination," Violet laughed and began to kick him.
"I do not object to HUMAN women doing thus but I don't wish to be touched by a mutant..." Franklin began.
"Too BAD, you have no choice SLAVE!" Violet snarled with a suddenly demonically distorted face, and dug her bird feet toe claws deep into his flesh, drawing blood!
Franklin felt polluted by the mere touch of this mutant, but he had learned his lesson with Hyacinth... He did NOT want his nuns to be tortured again for violence against ANOTHER mutant woman!
"VERY WISE!" Violet snarled like a demon, reading his mind, and clawed his flesh all the harder.
Franklin thrilled with intense pain as her claws punctured into his muscles, by the Throne it felt ORGASMIC! Franklin was horrified by how sexually excited he was becoming from this MUTANT!
"I think that it's high time we played a little torture game Franklin. Follow me..." Violet purred sadistically.
Franklin didn't move.
"Maybe your nuns will be more fun to torture instead," Violet threatened.
Franklin frantically scrambled to obey her!
"Good torture toy, this way," Violet purred.
Franklin could only follow.
***...
Franklin was feeling extremely nervous as he lay strapped down naked to a sturdy metal torture table, in the depraved sex dungeon room in Violet's personal apartment quarters, the torture table was heavily stained with blood...
Violet was completely naked as she smiled down at him from beside the table. Franklin gulped.
"What shall I do to you..." Violet purred cruelly, walking to a wall rack hung with implements of sex and torture!
"Mistress Violet. Can I please be set free soon?," a bound convict man in a diaper pleaded from a wall his wrists and ankles were bolted to.
"Me too! Mercy PLEASE Mistress Violet!" Begged a multitude of other restrained convicts in diapers, apparently all of the men that Violet had been forced to provide lodging for!
Violet responded by flogging each convict in turn with a massive cruel looking whip, making them shriek apologies.
The dungeon Franklin was in was an unholy torture chamber of men in various restraints and torture engines. Some were being stretched on brutal looking wracks, never killed but still in obvious pain. Others had their wrists and necks locked in metal stocks on top of short poles bolted to the floor, leaving them completely defenceless. Still others were in other horrible devices!
"What did you DO to these men you MONSTER!" Franklin snarled in outrage.
"Oh my dear Franklin, THEY started it. I kindly opened up my home to these men to give them room and board, I was the perfect host. These fine men then RAPED me, BRUTALLY! I screamed for them to stop, but they decided it was more fun to rape me for an entire day and night without mercy... The Night Lords were very helpful in chaining these men up for me. I am now... Reeducating, these men..." Violet said distastefully.
"That was almost a MONTH ago! We are SORRY Mistress Violet!" One of the convicts screamed.
"The penalty for merciless gang rape of a woman is usually somewhat MORE than a mere month. You boys are actually lucky to be alive at all, my HUGE Night Lord brother Augusta still wants to kill you all. Maybe I should invite him over to see you boys?," Violet said sweetly to the convicts.
The convicts all screamed apologies and begged her not to call her brother. Violet smirked sadistically and flogged the rapists for a few minutes.
Violet stopped flogging the convicts and began flogging Franklin instead!
The whip hit him across the stomach, it wracked him with extreme agony! Oh Emperor it felt so GOOD!
The whip struck again with a deep cut of pain, and Franklin immediately got an erection!
"Oh, you like my whip huh?," Violet purred sensually and flogged him again.
Franklin was getting extremely hard by this point, and she was flogging him too fast for him to react.
"Naughty submissive boy likes my whip?," Violet taunted, and continued flogging him mercilessly.
Franklin felt utterly sick with himself, this woman was a MUTANT! He was lusting over an unholy ABOMINATION!
"You will be punished for that thought, you NAUGHTY boy!" Violet snapped severely.
Franklin flinched with pleasure as the whip hit the HEAD OF HIS PENIS!
Oh Throne it was AGONY!
Franklin instantly EJACULATED from the horrific pain!
"The naughty boy had an orgasm, I think the naughty boy can do better than just ONE," Violet purred cruelly!
The whip bit his sinful limb over and over again!
"Look at my naked body you naughty boy. Don't my breasts look so GOOD?," Violet taunted, jiggling her rather bulging bare mammary glands.
Franklin looked away instantly.
"Don't be so shy," Violet teased, and flogged his member so hard that he had another sinful discharge!
Franklin was filled with intense pleasure, why was he ENJOYING this so much?!
Violet erotically climbed up onto the table, right over his penis!
Franklin gazed down at her in horror, she was naked on all fours, her surgically enlarged breasts were dangling down like bulging fruit! Her long blue feather hair was surprisingly beautiful, as was her face, by the Emperor she was an attractive temptress!
Violet lowered her body down, and her dangling breasts enveloped over his erect limb, his member gently slid in between the dangling spongy smooth breasts!
Violet smiled mischievously and squeezed her boobs together on his member, SLIDING forward and back over its length to STIMULATE him!
"Cum for me you naughty boy," Violet purred provocatively.
Franklin shook his head desperately, resisting this TERRIBLE temptation!
Violet ignored his protests and slid her soft supple full breasts wonderfully over his member, filling him with EXTREME amounts of pleasure!
Franklin savagely resisted, calling on the power of the Emperor to aid him!
"Don't you DARE try to resist me!" Violet sternly warned him.
Franklin blazed all over with blinding holy light, letting loose with the Emperor's power.
"I SURRENDER! For fucks sake I will STOP!" Violet screamed in terror, leaping off him.
Franklin glared at her with glowing eyes, she was now grovelling on the floor begging for mercy...
Franklin relaxed slightly and dispelled the power he had summoned to himself.
"You are so difficult Franklin, I was trying to be NICE to you!" Violet grumbled fearfully.
"Just untie me already," Franklin demanded.
"You are not leaving my dungeon table until you have a SERIOUS attitude adjustment!" Violet snapped crossly.
"I have things to do..." Franklin began.
"No you DON'T have anything more important to do. I am an honorary Sevenson WOMAN, only an even higher ranking WOMAN can countermand my orders to keep you here as I see fit. You need to learn to follow the Sevenson chain of command," Violet corrected him.
"What about my studies and prayers and neophyte training?," Franklin protested.
"I won't be keeping you in my dungeon for THAT long, you will be home by tonight, the sooner you start improving your attitude the sooner you can leave," Violet reassured him.
Violet got up off the floor and flexed her whip uncertainly, unsure if she could safely resume whipping him.
Violet cowered away and flogged the convicts instead, making them shriek with hellish agony.
"Why don't you just either let them go or kill them, this is pointless cruelty," Franklin criticised.
"I am giving them a CHANCE of actually REFORMING. I have been a victim of such rapists many times before, and I have gotten very good at reprogramming their minds to make them SAFE to set loose once again," Violet exclaimed defensively.
"Nothing short of the Painful Path can redeem these heretics," Franklin countered.
"I am not trying to redeem them, I am trying to ensure that they don't rape anyone else before I let them go!" Violet snapped.
"How do you know that they will?," Franklin asked curiously.
"Experience, very painful experience."
"Back when I was a girl of about 12, me and Mandy and our 10 year old sister Egg, we were all left unsupervised for a few hours at one time... During this period both Egg and myself were too young to have mastered our psychic powers, we were quite defenceless..."
"We then had the immense misfortune of encountering the attention of a local chaos cultist man known as "Pedophile Pete"... It was worse than bad, he was in his late thirties, this big tall grown man. We were just little girls too young to use our psychic powers to protect ourselves."
"That was how I got pregnant to my firstborn son Patrick, I got pregnant from the rape! Poor little Egg had to have her vagina stitched up as her 10 year old vagina had completely split open from the rape!"
Franklin snarled with rage at this terrible crime!
"The family quickly found us 3 crying little girls and learned who did this to us. They weren't gentle to Pedophile Pete..."
"Pete, "Pedo" we came to call him after that, Pedo was strapped down naked at our mercy, we were given a pair of scissors and assorted knives, and encouraged to cut off whatever we liked..."
"Egg and I didn't have the heart to hurt him, but we watched as Mandy picked up the scissors and the knives..."
"Pedo's penis was the first thing Mandy cut off, followed by his balls, his fingers, his toes, his thumbs, his nose... Pedo's screaming mouth was then held open as Mandy cut out his tongue. The previous apothecary before Liling, Dr Carina Sevenson, she kept Pedo from bleeding to death, and she implanted a bionic speaker into his neck to let him speak."
"It serves the vile man right!" Franklin spat in disgust.
"We thought so too. What remained of him was branded as our personal slave, and forced to wait on us. He became a servant who did everything for us, gripping stuff with his stumps, we eventually got used to him, dropped our guard over time..."
"He was then discovered inserting his arm stump inside Egg's vagina!"
"WHAT?!" Franklin roared in outrage.
"It had been going on for MONTHS by the time it was finally discovered! Pedo had been secretly GROOMING Egg to be his underage GIRLFRIEND! Egg even wanted to marry him immediately!" Violet spat hatefully.
"TigerLily then blasted Pedo apart in a fountain of blood and gore..."
"My point is that I have LEARNED not to trust the men who rape me, I have learned how to judge when they are finally safe to release. These men here in my dungeon need a LOT more torture before they are too terrified to ever rape a woman EVER again," Violet explained as she continued flogging the screaming men.
"Why am "I" here in this dungeon?, I am no rapist," Franklin asked after a pause.
"You assaulted me..." Violet began.
"Shaking you by the shoulders is hardly an act of assault," Franklin cut her off.
"You also resisted me when I disciplined you for it," Violet continued.
"I was just defending myself..."
"You CAN'T defend yourself from a Sevenson WOMAN! It is UTTERLY forbidden by order of the Matriarch herself! You are required by warband law to submit completely to any and all Sevenson family adult females, INCLUDING honorary Sevenson's like me. I have the ABSOLUTE right to hit you on a whim and you have NO right to defend yourself!" Violet snapped crossly.
"What if I don't care about those so called laws?," Franklin asked dangerously.
"Your nuns will be tortured until you DO care about those laws," Violet warned with absolute certainty.
Franklin flinched in his bonds and became agitated and afraid.
Violet noted his fear and cautiously approached him again.
"If you resist me this time then your nuns will suffer for it," Violet warned carefully.
Franklin anxiously nodded, fearing for his treasured nuns above all else.
Violet gathered up a bunch of depraved "tools", and climbed up onto the table between his spread legs. Franklin became slightly pale with a combination of dread and sinful desire.
Violet grasped his penis in her hands and began sinfully rubbing it with her soft feminine grip! Oh Terra it felt so pleasant!
"I have the ABSOLUTE right to claim you as my BOYFRIEND Franklin," Violet informed him dominantly!
"NO!" Franklin raged in protest.
"I am happy to contact Liling to have her confirm my right to claim you. Our Mother Wendy isn't here, I outrank Mummy Octavia, and Hyacinth is unlikely to order me to remove my claim from you." Violet said with cruel sweetness.
"Franklin Sevenson, I Violet Smith, officially recognised honorary Sevenson woman, do officially claim you as my own boyfriend!" Violet declared officiously.
"Say yes to become my boyfriend now or your nuns will suffer for it," Violet commanded.
"YES! Just don't hurt them!" Franklin agreed with sick fear.
"Franklin has formally accepted the relationship and is hear by the submissive of Violet Smith, with all the rights and privileges to Violet Smith that go with it," Violet said delightedly.
"You are MINE now SUBMISSIVE!" Violet laughed triumphantly and sucked his penis with her mouth!
***...
Franklin hated himself as he ejaculated yet again inside Violet's marriage hole! She had been sinfully laying with him for HOURS!
"You have such wonderful stamina boyfriend," Violet moaned teasingly, and pulled her intimate hole off his member.
Franklin was still strapped down at her mercy, and had endured pleasures beyond his wildest dreams for the past hours. His sinful limb was getting WONDERFULLY sore from the constant adultery, and he was trying his best to remain pure.
Violet reclined femininely between his legs and held up the dreaded DILDO! No not the dildo AGAIN!
"Up the bum we go," Violet purred sweetly...
Franklin's face became VERY red as the object stretched its way up his BACK PASSAGE! It felt utterly WRONG, like a HUGE poo heading in the wrong direction! Oh Throne he felt so VIOLATED!
Violet flicked a switch on the unholy object, and it VIBRATED with shocking power!
"Lets milk that prostate again, cum for me boyfriend," Violet giggled.
Franklin squirmed miserably as the furiously vibrating head of the object poked HARD into an internal area just behind his scrotum!
The vibrations were APPALLING! Some inner part of his reproductive anatomy was FORCED to ejaculate! Franklin couldn't even HOPE to stop these "prostate orgasms"!
Franklin thrilled with intense pleasure as he involuntarily orgasmed hard from this humiliating type of stimulation.
Violet licked up all his semen and swallowed it obscenely!
"Yummy yummy boyfriend juice," Violet purred.
Violet then rammed the dildo into his prostate again...
Franklin was in some strange mixture of heaven and hell, felt so many intense emotions. He ENJOYED what she was doing, enjoyed EVERYTHING! He was a born Sevenson male, he was genetically programmed to LIVE for this sort of depraved treatment!
Franklin was blissfully pleasured by even the most humiliating things she was doing to him, but at the same time... The GUILT!
Violet was a MUTANT! Violet was a PSYKER! Violet was a HERETIC! And Violet was his STEPSISTER! This was wrong in SO many different ways! They weren't even MARRIED!
"Oh my, proposing already boyfriend?," Violet smirked.
Franklin went green at the mere thought of being MARRIED to this unholy mutant!
"Unholy mutant?! What FILTHY thoughts you have boyfriend!" Violet hissed, and rammed the dildo with all her might!
Franklin ejaculated all over his chest, utterly helpless as she pleasured him beyond endurance.
"I can read your mind, you LOVE this! You know and I know that you are CONSENTING to this! I have been very careful to only do things that you enjoy, I know from your thoughts that you WANT this DESPERATELY!" Violet told him smugly.
Franklin shook his head, even though it was TRUE!
He DID like this! Oh Emperor help me!
Franklin had another intense orgasm, almost hypnotised by her now.
Violet left the dildo vibrating deep inside him, and straddled his hips yet again. She used a hand to guide his sinful limb inside her extremely wet vagina, oh Saints that felt so good!
Violet "bounced" up and down on his hips, making her rather big breasts jiggle in a way that was intensely pleasing to watch. She was the most beautiful of all their mutant siblings, slender yet bulging in all the most pleasing places.
Her shiny wet vagina was crowned with a strip of bright blue pubic hair! Unholy mutation!
Violet grinned down at him as she bounced up and down, and she deliberately made a BIRD SONG!
Franklin screamed in xenophobia as Violet made a wide variety of different avian noises that no human vocal chords could make! She was doing it just to upset him!
Violet winked and nodded, and made ever more unnatural noises as she bounced faster and faster!
Franklin was utterly disgusted with himself as he orgasmed inside the mutant! Ew!
Violet squawked loudly in orgasm, and flopped down on top of his chest, his penis still inside her.
"Your distress is EXQUISITE! I must have MORE!" Violet panted in bliss.
Pink witchcraft briefly glowed around Violet's head, and Franklin recoiled in revulsion.
(Moan)
"What was that?," Franklin asked, the moan had come from a different room in the apartment.
(Moan)
A shambling figure limped into the dungeon, skeletal and foul looking...
The abomination moaned and shambled towards the defenceless Franklin!
"Come to Mummy my pet," Violet said to the thing, oh Golden Throne it stank like death!
The thing shambled up to Violet, and put its haggard dead looking mouth on her nearest nipple.
"Franklin my dear, this here is one of my necromantic creations. This is an undead zombie that I completely control," Violet said sadistically.
"What is it doing here?!" Franklin asked in horror.
"It is joining us..." Violet purred cruelly!
***...
Franklin was trembling violently as he stood in a less important bridge deck, filling out an official form that registered him as Violet's boyfriend in the ship records. That zombie had been assigned the "duty" of using the dildo on his prostate gland!
Violet had spent an entire hour kissing his mouth and biting his chest as the zombie just kept forcing orgasms out of his prostate! Yuck!
Franklin and Violet finished the paperwork and were cheerfully congratulated by the bikini clad crew admin woman at a counter who handled such forms. Franklin trembled internally with dread.
Violet held his hand and led him to one side to find a place to sit together. She was currently wearing only a brilliantly blue string bikini that matched the colour of her feathers, it looked... Good, Franklin admitted to himself.
"Well aren't you sweet," Violet said happily and kissed him on the mouth, Franklin did not return the kiss but it still felt sinfully nice.
Franklin the burly neophyte was dressed once again in his brutal Night Lord neophyte scout uniform, and the perpetual teaming crowds of convict men parted before him in fear.
Violet held his hand as though they were lovers, and led franklin to a crowded line of metal chair benches. The chairs were all occupied by convicts, there was nowhere to sit.
"My boyfriend here and I would like to sit," Violet told the convicts with a subtle hint of threat.
The nearest convicts all looked the rather intimidating bulk of Franklin up and down, and then fearfully vacated their seats, making a show of even dusting the seats down and gesturing for the pair to sit.
Violet tugged on Franklin's hand and directed him into a seat, sitting beside him.
Franklin sat at strict attention, but Violet canoodled against him, half on top of him.
The convicts cautiously kept the seats to either side of them bare, and Violet stretched herself right out over his lap, bikini clad body sprawled invitingly.
Franklin remained absolutely still as Violet stretched provocatively over his lap like a complete whore.
"You are now my registered boyfriend, that means you may touch me in public without being arrested, so long as it is not violent," Violet encouraged him, wiggling her bikini clad mammaries provocatively.
Franklin still didn't move.
Violet pulled loose the knots of her bikini top, and bared her breasts enticingly.
Franklin blushed bright red and looked away.
Violet sat up and stood on her knees in his lap, pressing her bare breasts against his blushing face!
Franklin twitched slightly, but still maintained his discipline, and Violet ran her bare breasts all over his face, her spongy soft skin and perky nipples sliding all over his face without stopping!
Franklin had a terrible erection as soft breasts softly pummelled his face, they smelled so intensely feminine!
Franklin endured minute after minute of the mammaries, and finally spontaneously ejaculated despite his best efforts to stop himself.
Violet lowered herself down so their faces were level, and began softly and passionately kissing his closed mouth. Franklin did not move his lips at all but didn't defend himself either, unsure if he could get away with resisting her.
Violet stopped kissing but held her forehead pressed to his, and gazed into his eyes intimately. Franklin looked away.
"You will learn to love me in time," Violet whispered to him.
"It is my duty to hate you, mutant!" Franklin whispered back hatefully.
"I can read your mind, that is the indoctrination talking at the moment. Your entire nature desires me intensely, you are just brainwashed to resist your natural desires," Violet whispered back.
"I walk the Painful Path, my sinful urges must be put to death, I must become purified," Franklin answered.
"You will be a challenging lover, I will enjoy breaking you," Violet said, and resumed rubbing her breasts all over his face!
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The meeting with the chaos space marines was still going on in Franklin's Father's home as Franklin entered led by Violet's hand.
"The damn treasure ships have undocked from the Nightmare Asylum now! We have lost EVERYTHING!" Sherman Sevenson was shouting in a demonic rage.
"Not EVERYTHING, those kleptomaniac convicts have stolen MILLIONS of tons of the ingots for themselves and hidden it all over the ship." Augusta reassured.
"We still have to FIND all the treasure the convicts hid away," Sherman countered.
"We can deal with that when we finally get home, the Matriarch will doubtless tear the superstructure of this ship apart to find every last ingot. SHE will be able to sniff out the remaining treasures wherever they may be," Augusta chuckled.
"FUCK! I forgot about the Matriarch! Do we even have enough treasure left to abate her wrath?," Sherman exclaimed fearfully.
"Millions of TONS of precious metal ingots?! Of COURSE we have enough to bribe her not to kill us for this. Course she still might not be gentle in punishing us..." Augusta countered as everyone else listened stoically.
Franklin spoke up, "the treasure ships won't survive the warp storm, they are trapped with us."
"Haha right you are son, THAT is the sort of positive attitude we should keep," Franklin's father chuckled approvingly.
"The warp storm won't last FOREVER," Sherman said pessimistically.
"True, but it still buys us some time to possibly get it back," Luke encouraged.
There was murmurings of agreement from the other Night Lords.
"Did you figure out how to rescue my Mother?," Franklin asked hopefully.
"We certainly did. The obvious solution is to give the loyalist chapters everything they want as a ransom," Luke began cheerfully.
"WHAT?! But that is not honourable or heroic at ALL!" Franklin spluttered in protest.
"So what?, It works. The Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent do not want us to hold a vendetta against them, and they will need to give up the hostages EVENTUALLY to maintain enough goodwill to stop us nuking their own home worlds out of spite. At a certain point we would just give up hope of getting the girls back alive otherwise and not care about the hostages anymore, the loyalists know this and will only hold the hostages for as long as they safely can without us despairing," Luke explained with brutal pragmatism.
"But but but that is not the space marine WAY! We are meant to be HEROES!" Franklin protested with numb disbelief.
"Son we are Night Lords, out of all the original legions we are the most pragmatic. What good is honour or heroism if you lose the war and get killed?, We only fight to win, preferably as easy a victory as possible. Heroes get killed by pragmatists, honourable men get killed by dishonourable, but the ruthless cunning pragmatists SURVIVE," Luke lectured him.
Franklin was not impressed by this philosophy, but further protests were ignored.
Octavia was currently curled up fast asleep in Luke's lap, still wearing her rubber ball gag. The entire table looked tired from many long hours of discussion, and seemed to have had enough for the moment. Night Lords stretched their limbs and stood up to stop sitting for a while.
Franklin's father was gazing down at the sleeping Octavia, stroking her mass of long curly brown hair.
Without warning Luke suddenly squeezed Octavia's belly with both hands. Octavia squealed with muffled surprised laughter through her ball gag, and convulsed and thrashed on Luke's lap as he just continued tormenting his "plaything" without stopping..
"Your turn little sister," Augusta growled mischievously.
Violet giggled extremely nervously and erupted into high pitched squealing laughter as Augusta pounced on her and energetically squeezed her midsection. Violet immediately curled up uselessly in a defensive ball and just laughed uncontrollably, unable to escape.
"How come YOU get to touch her?! This is SO unfair!" Franklin protested.
"Tickling doesn't count as assault, I am not endangering her. I am allowed to do harmless nonsexual stuff like this to her, especially because she is also my sister," Augusta chuckled, not showing the hysterical Violet a shred of mercy.
"Really?, What else am I allowed to do to her?," Franklin asked excitedly.
"What are YOU allowed to do to her?, That sounds a bit sinister," Augusta said with a frown, still not showing mercy to Violet.
"She slapped and beat me today, but I wasn't even allowed to touch her or deflect her blows to defend myself. She then strapped me down in an unholy dungeon and had endless depraved SEX with me! I wasn't allowed to resist her and she forced me to fill out a form saying I was now her boyfriend," Franklin said with bitter revulsion.
Augusta went absolutely silent at these words, as did all the other men in the room. The only sounds was the laughter from Violet and Octavia...
Even the laughter then went silent as Luke and Augusta grew no longer in the mood for their game with the two women, and only awkward silence was left.
"You will NOT hurt this woman, is that understood?," Luke sternly warned him, breaking the silence.
"She is the one who was harming ME!" Franklin protested.
"She is your GIRLFRIEND, she is SUPPOSED to hurt you!" One of the Night Lords said exasperatedly.
"Yes, if you do anything to hurt Mistress Violet then I will kill you myself!" Another Night Lord snarled.
"Not if I kill him first! After what he did to Mistress Hyacinth he is now threatening ANOTHER fine mutant woman! I will KILL the fucker if he doesn't do right by her!" Shouted another.
Soon the entire crowd was roaring that they would ALL kill him if he hurt her!
"I didn't hurt her at all! I am the victim here!" Franklin protested angrily.
"Good! You just continue not hurting her or we will GUT you you little psycho!" Another Night Lord shouted at him!
Franklin tried to explain his side of the story, but nobody cared. They only cared that Violet was safe and unharmed!
"She put a DILDO in my back passage!" Franklin protested.
"And you are COMPLAINING about it?! What is your fucking problem!?" Night Lords jeered him.
"She used a sacrilegious zombie to HOLD the dildo and penetrate me with it!" Franklin exclaimed.
"It was a girl zombie..." Violet added quietly.
"Kinky! What a superb woman Mistress Violet is," another said jealously.
"If you like her so much then why don't YOU become her boyfriend!" Franklin exclaimed furiously.
"You ungrateful little CUNT!" Night Lords roared.
Franklin suddenly had the wind knocked out of him as he was punched in the stomach by outraged Night Lords!
All 50 of them were now attacking him all at once in a massive gang brawl!
Franklin's Astartes ceramic bones only just survived unbroken as fists hit his ribs with the unstoppable strength of marines in power armour! Franklin viciously fought back, but he was overwhelmed by numbers and swiftly beaten so much that he could barely move his muscles anymore, deep punches to the muscles sapping and draining all strength from them, until he was nearly paralysed from the crushing damage.
Franklin was utterly defeated as he was mercilessly kicked and beaten by the crowd of outraged Astartes, he could do nothing but cower as he was beaten too fast to even concentrate on summoning power to defend himself.
After maybe ten minutes he was dragged to his feet half dead, and presented to Violet as a barely alive tribute. He was forced to grovel at her feet in humiliation and was further kicked and beaten until Violet submissively told them that she had now forgiven him.
Franklin was then forced to actually APOLOGISE to Violet for "not appreciating her"!
Franklin looked up at her, broken from the floor. Violet was grinning down at him mischievously!
Violet patted his head with her mutant bird foot, she had completely defeated him!
This wasn't FAIR!
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