Chapter 80(orphan)

Franklin was now in SERIOUS trouble from his nuns for his recent marriage engagement to Violet, oh by the Emperor he was in SO much trouble for this one!

Franklin had confessed his side of the story, confessed that it had all been some sneaky trick by his mother to force him into the engagement against his will, but it didn't matter how innocent he may or may not be, for merely BEING in this situation at all he deserved SEVERE punishment!

An entire forest of canes were currently striking him all over as he sat in an ice cold bath, even his face was being caned!

The nuns were ROARING condemnation at him, and were his ears not being stroked then the entire bath would be filled with his semen by now!

Franklin basked transfixed in this severe domination and pain, utterly repentant and filled with pure worship for his nuns. His problems seemed so far away right now, he knew only the peaceful pain and submission, completely hypnotised by his awe of his perfect nuns.

Intense masochistic pleasure filled him, lacking orgasm but still utterly incredibly pleasant, he felt like he was in heaven as the icy cold water bit deep into his testicles.

Franklin hypnotically confessed his every sin, so lost in his wonderful submission that he was in an almost dream like state, utterly relaxed and tranquil.

The nuns were dominating his freely given will completely, he was like a doll for them to play with, a remote control thing that they controlled without any question. He had no will of his own right now, he was a mindless tool to be used and wielded by his nuns as they saw fit, utterly humble and devoid of any pride.

He was like a zombie as he just mindlessly obeyed them in a deep submissive trance, completely empty for his holy nuns to fill as they wished, completely sublime.

"Enough of that, it's time for your engagement celebration night, just us guys," a distorted deep male voice penetrated Franklin's hypnotic haze of blissful submission...

Franklin wretchedly felt himself emerging from his extremely painful "happy place", and blinked unhappily as miserably mundane reality replaced his former peaceful bliss.

"This is shit timing Dad, look at him, he's still deep in sub-space." The harsh deep daemonic voice of Augusta noted.

"Franklin snap out of it," Luke urged.

Franklin blinked again and became much more aware of his surroundings now, noticing the two Night Lords standing in their normal armour.

"You lucid yet?," Luke asked Franklin calmly.

"Yes Father," Franklin said calmly, fully alert now.

"Excellent. The men of the warband, well the ones who actually like you, the boys and us are getting together tonight for a traditional celebration of your engagement," Luke replied excitedly.

Franklin nodded silently in slight understanding, not even sure what he should say to this.

"Enjoy yourself Father and Augusta," Franklin told them as the silence continued.

"You are coming too," Augusta informed him.

"We are?," Mother Superior asked in surprise.

"No not YOU, JUST Franklin is coming with us," Luke corrected irritably.

"When am I coming with you?," Franklin asked, getting confused.

"As soon as you get out of that bath and changed into your neophyte scout uniform," Luke informed him.

"I am busy with my nuns," Franklin said simply and attempted to return his full attention to them.

"You can play with your concubines anytime, come to your engagement celebration," Luke insisted.

"Is this a mandatory duty?," Franklin asked unhappily, just wanting to be left in peace to enjoy his nuns.

"Yes it is MANDATORY that you attend!" Luke shouted at him in impatience.

"Franklin do as your father wishes," Sister Mary said quickly.

"Yes Sister Mary," Franklin said with perfect obedience and joined his father and brother.

Franklin quickly got dressed in his room and accompanied his two kin members as they led him out of his Mother's sinful home.

Franklin was silent as he followed them through the crowded ship towards the lower decks. The convicts parted like water before the three Night Lords, being especially fearful of Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson in his iconic baroque terminator armour.

Franklin didn't know these particular lower decks very well, they were home to the common heretic crew and Franklin had never had any reason to go here before.

These decks were in a relatively poor state of hygiene, with dead murdered convicts littering the floor, piles of trash lying uncollected all over the walkways, and in general quite dirty and unsavoury.

Even as Franklin watched, a pair of convicts had a lethal knife fight in an alcove, one of them killing the other in open murder!

Franklin moved towards the murderer, but Luke and Augusta immediately held him back and directed him to keep moving.

"Don't ruin the night before it starts," Augusta told Franklin.

"We just witnessed a MURDER!" Franklin protested.

"As long as no one important was killed no one cares," Luke dismissed.

Franklin frowned but dropped the issue, it was clearly a complete waste of time to try to press this issue any further. At the end of the day the galaxy simply had one less heretic now, so why was Franklin making a fuss?

Franklin dropped the issue, and continued on, soon witnessing yet more murders and other serious crimes.

The dark unsavoury unsanitary corridors gradually became more well lit, with flashing red and pink lights strobing up ahead somewhere around the next bend.

The three of them turned the corner, and a bizarre sight greeted Franklin's eyes.

The entire walkway up ahead became very wide and was flanked on each side with commercial doorways, topped with huge flashing illuminated red and pink signs reading "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS"

Franklin had never seen a public commercial area like this before, it was so different from anything else he had seen on this depraved ship. Signs proclaimed various sexual services, offered different ethnic groups with prices, offered all sorts of fetishes and fantasies.

Franklin was led through the seething mass of excited convicts that filled this open space, and directed to a wide open doorway that offered "DANCING GIRLS".

Inside the doorway they found a foyer filled with a roped queuing zigzag, utterly filled with a long queue of convicts waiting their turn to enter past a pair of massive 7 foot tall burly mutant bouncers.

Luke and Augusta completely ignored the queue, stepping over the rope barriers and simply shoving convicts out of their way towards the entrance!

"Come along Franklin," Augusta called to him.

Franklin reluctantly followed, and the convicts flinched away out of Franklin's way, obviously fearing violence from this burly Night Lord neophyte.

The three Night Lords shamelessly bullied their way to the front of the queue, meeting no resistance at all from the intimidated convicts. The bouncers both instantly dropped down briefly to one knee before the Chaos Lord, and then held open the door for the three Night Lords, not even asking them to pay the entry fee!

Franklin followed his father and brother into a dark crowded room, a room with strange illuminated raised stages with vertical shiny metal poles set at regular intervals along it's length...

Naked women were dancing on these poles!

Franklin averted his eyes immediately from the undressed ladies, and followed his Father and brother over to a modestly small group of fellow Night Lords in power armour, about twenty in total.

"FRANKLIN!" The Night Lords all shouted in happy greeting and patted him on the back in comaraderie.

"Hello my fellow Astartes," Franklin replied politely, not sure what was socially expected in this situation.

The Night Lords laughed at his overly formal reaction, and he was encouraged to "loosen up".

Franklin was led to sit in a (currently already occupied) seat facing in at the base of the raised platform, right in front of one of the naked ladies on a pole. The convict sitting in the seat was "encouraged" to vacate the seat for Franklin, and the Night Lords evicted other patrons from adjacent chairs to sit all around Franklin.

The group had barely taken their seats when they were all eagerly approached by excited looking patrons.

"Ah Chaos Lord, I have a business proposal for you", a convict began eagerly.

"No my lord, you will prefer to hear MY business plan, I can supply your domains with TOP quality Necromundan Spook," another convict interrupted.

"My WIFE was a terminal Spook ADDICT you piece of shit! That shit made her go both DEAF and BLIND in her natural senses! How DARE you speak of selling that hideous drug in my presence!" Luke snarled savagely and drew his combi-bolter!

The drug dealer fled for his life into the crowd and Luke reluctantly lowered his weapon when he didn't have a clear shot anymore.

The other eager convict "businessmen" beat a hasty retreat, as did a large number of the other patrons who had seen the gun being drawn.

"Fucking Spook dealers! That shit nearly killed my TigerLily, if she hadn't ascended to daemonic immortality then she would probably be dead by now. Do not EVER try Necromundan Spook my son, that vile drug destroys SO many families," Luke growled bitterly.

"I would never use sinful drugs!" Franklin exclaimed, offended at the mere suggestion.

"Good. My TigerLily was in a BAD way in her final days as a mortal, by the end she had only her psychic powers left to sense her surroundings, the Spook completely killed the vision and hearing centres of her brain!" Luke said bitterly.

"Really?, Why didn't she stop taking it?," Franklin asked in surprise.

"Don't you think I TRIED to get her to quit?! She was an ADDICT, no matter how much of the stuff I confiscated she just kept getting hold of more of the stuff. Becoming a daemon princess literally saved her life, she was just one overdose away from death towards the end," Luke snapped bitterly.

"Does she still take it?," Franklin asked in tactless fascination.

"No, thank Slaanesh, becoming immortal returned her hearing and sight and freed her from the drug addiction. Spook doesn't affect daemons anyway, no drugs have any effect on TigerLily now, thank all the gods," Luke said gratefully.

"Enough of this dark topic, this is supposed to be a happy occasion," Augusta deliberately changed the subject.

"Yes, we are all here to toast our young relative on his engagement! Drinks!" Franklin's "nephew" Sherman Sevenson announced loudly to the entire establishment.

"Congrats!" The convicts all loudly proclaimed like complete sycophants.

Naked six breasted demon hosts sauntered over holding up trays of drinks of various types, and all the Night Lords except Franklin took drinks from the trays, holding them up in toast to the engagement.

"Lap dance for anyone?," a naked demon host asked sultrily.

"Yes! Give our young comrade Franklin a lap dance," one of the Night Lords laughed merrily.

"Sure thing handsome," the six breasted abomination purred and sauntered over to Franklin with swaying hips.

Franklin recoiled in revulsion as the unholy thing attempted to straddle his lap!

"Get off!" Franklin snarled, forcefully pushing the abomination off his lap onto the hard floor.

The demon host hissed and retreated away from him, looking both afraid and offended.

Franklin drew his brutal combat blade from his belt scabbard in warning as other demon hosts approached to try their own luck.

The demon hosts wisely stayed clear of Franklin, and instead climbed up onto the laps of the other Night Lords instead, wiggling around provocatively on their laps.

Franklin scowled darkly as every Night Lord except Augusta removed their groin plates and committed sinful penetration!

"Father!" Franklin protested as he had sex with the six breasted thing in his lap!

"Grab a girl and join us," Luke offered.

"I refuse to be a part of this adulterous activity," Franklin stated firmly.

"Suit yourself," Luke said, and groaned as he reduced the demon host to moaning screams of pleasure.

Franklin looked to his brother Augusta, who alone was not committing adultery.

"Come brother, let us leave this unholy orgy," Franklin offered him.

"We can move to a darker alcove I guess, but don't leave the room without the others," Augusta allowed, pointing over to a dark alcove containing a small crowded table.

Franklin got up, and followed his baroquely armoured hulking 9 foot tall brother towards the crowded alcove they coveted.

The pair of them reached the table and looked down at the horrified patrons occupying said table.

"Ah perfect timing, how would you like to be involved in a VERY lucrative drug deal?, We could use a Night Lord," one of the bolder convicts at the table propositioned them.

Augusta and Franklin exchanged a glance, and then simply sat down at the table, forcing two of the occupants to vacate their seats before they could get crushed.

"I am listening..." Augusta rumbled very softly.

"Well we are hearing a lot about these Dark Eldar, they have lots of drugs, like combat drugs and pleasure drugs, just drugs galore. We need a Night Lord to set up a meeting between us and the Dark Eldar, you could be the go between to get us the drugs, and we can then distribute them around the ex convict boys. We can pay you a LOT for each shipment of drugs," the convict explained quickly.

"Hm, what sort of cut am I looking at?, you BETTER make it worth my while," Augusta warned.

"60 percent cut of the sales, just set up the meeting with the Dark Eldar for us," the convict offered excitedly.

Franklin loudly cleared his throat as Augusta and the man exchanged contact details.

"What?, I need the extra income, Liling takes literally ALL of my normal earnings, she gives me back only the tiniest of stipends of my OWN income, so I need stuff like this that she doesn't know about to obtain my own independent wealth," Augusta explained defensively.

"What do you even use the wealth for?," Franklin asked disapprovingly.

"The usual stuff, pleasures, whores, super hot nanny slaves to fuck on the side, presents for Liling to make her less mad about the nanny slaves heh heh heh," Augusta chuckled.

"Why not spend it on military equipment?," Franklin asked distastefully.

"Us marines don't have to BUY our own equipment, the Matriarch isn't STUPID! The Matriarch herself keeps us extremely well equipped at her own expense, we are her personal army after all. I can visit the armoury at any time and just help myself to gear, I just have to sign some paperwork with the armoury women and they give it to me." Augusta explained.

"Really?, Can I do this too?, I would very much like a bolter of my own," Franklin requested hopefully.

"Have you even fully mastered your shotgun yet?," Augusta asked suspiciously.

"Aunty Karen says that I have excellent firing discipline and marksmanship," Franklin replied honestly.

"Fair enough, a secondary armoury is just nearby here, let's duck off and check it out right now, I will just vox dad to tell him we're going," Augusta suggested happily.

Franklin nodded enthusiastically, and Augusta put on his helmet and spoke into the vox.

Franklin saw Luke nodding, Franklin smiled excitedly.

***...

Franklin gazed in wonder at the rows and rows of weapons and ammunition and other military equipment in the warehouse sized secondary armoury, it was so beautiful to see so many weapons free for the taking!

Franklin saw auto guns, lasguns, shotguns, scoped rifles, heavy stubber machine guns, stub pistols, auto pistols, laspistols, grenade launchers, flame throwers, grenades, chainsaw swords, ammunition, flak armour, carapace armour, camouflaged uniforms, combat boots, and innumerable other military equipment. He looked around eagerly but saw no bolters or other space marine specific weaponry...

"Where are the Astartes grade weapons?," Franklin asked the tiny black leather clad common heretic dominatrix woman who acted as the quartermaster in charge of this secondary armoury.

The small oriental dominatrix heretic curtsied and apologetically said, "I am sorry Master, this is but a secondary armoury meant for the chaos cultist militias and lower ranking armed crew members. For better weapons you will need to visit one of the primary armouries."

"Brother we should go to a different armoury," Franklin informed Augusta.

"What about you consider some of these weapons first?, Try a heavy stubber or a sniper rifle, maybe even a grenade launcher. A fully automatic double barrel shotgun might be a good transition from your current weapon," Augusta pressed.

"I will take one of all the ranged weapons available, plus all the ammunition I can fit into one of these backpacks here. I also want this here chainsaw sword and one of each type of combat blade available," Franklin impatiently told the heretic woman expectantly.

"Um, yes Master, this will require quite a lot of paperwork for so many items," the heretic dominatrix replied respectfully.

Augusta laughed approvingly.

The dominatrix quickly ordered a gaggle of even lower ranking women to gather the items for Franklin, and she quickly got started on an intimidating amount of paperwork.

Franklin patiently signed each paper he was fearfully handed, and gave her his details as asked, using a palm scanner and DNA reading device to confirm his identity.

Franklin was given a truly intimidating pile of guns and ammunition, the ammo in a bulging backpack and the guns and other weapons stuffed into three separate very large shoulder carry bags.

Franklin put on the backpack and hoisted the shoulder straps of the three carry bags over his shoulders. Franklin was surprised by how heavy all this gear was, a normal human man would have extreme difficulty even lifting all this stuff let alone carrying it any distance!

"Let's go to a primary armoury now," Franklin said excitedly.

"Don't you think you have enough already?," Augusta mused.

"I still want a bolter," Franklin explained.

"Later, for now let us return to the others," Augusta insisted firmly.

"Later... Very well brother," Franklin reluctantly agreed.

Franklin strained to carry so much heavy gear all at once, the guns in particular were surprisingly heavy even for him.

The pair entered a public walkway, and convicts everywhere gawked at all the gun barrels poking out of Franklin's carry bags. The crowd gave the pair a wide berth, and the pair of Night Lords soon reentered the strip club.

Franklin and Augusta shoulder barged people out of the way as they completely ignored the queue, and the bouncers simply let them in without any questions asked.

The strip club was completely crowded with patrons once again, but also seemed to have gained a few additional Night Lords during Franklin's absence.

"Franklin!" The newcomers called from the midst of the orgy centred around Luke.

Franklin grimaced at all the naked six breasted demon hosts being penetrated, what utter filth!

Franklin VERY reluctantly approached the loudly moaning orgy, and greeted the new guests to his "engagement celebration".

"Here Franklin, we found a completely natural human girl for you," Sherman offered cheerfully in his deep distorted snarl.

A naked tiny oriental woman emerged from the orgy and timidly approached him, attempting to initiate fellatio on him!

"Get this harlot away from me! I am here to celebrate my ENGAGEMENT to wed Violet, and yet you try to tempt me to adultery!" Franklin yelled indignantly.

The Night Lords nodded in actual respect at this response.

"Maybe you are truly worthy of Mistress Violet after all..." Several Night Lords individually murmured in near unison.

"Fair enough, no one is asking you to be unfaithful to Violet, these girls on the side during an engagement celebration with the guys don't really count as cheating, but if you feel that you would be betraying Violet then we won't force you," one of the newcomers encouraged him.

"THANK YOU! I am honestly not even sure how I will manage to lay with Violet when she is my WIFE, let alone lay with some harlot completely unknown to me!" Franklin exclaimed.

The Night Lords all exchanged glances at this.

"You don't know HOW to lay with a woman?! It's very simple, just put your penis in any of her holes it will fit inside, and rub it in and out until you cum," a Night Lord informed him.

"I know HOW a husband and wife become one flesh, I just don't know if I will be able to bring myself to do it. I ought to remain celibate," Franklin explained unhappily.

"Well... You wouldn't be the first guy who is into erotic perpetual chastity. Violet could keep your cock in constant chastity using a chastity device, never ever allowed to cum, forced to give HER orgasms without ever orgasming yourself. Some of the marines have been in perpetual chastity for over a century, they just get their prostates milked occasionally to get their dominatrix wives pregnant as the Matriarch commands," Franklin was informed.

"My nuns tried using a bladed chastity device on me, it didn't help, just made me nearly bleed to death," Franklin said bitterly.

"BLADED chastity device?! KINKY! I have heard so many great things about those slave concubines of yours, is it true that they tickle you all day every day to keep your dick limp?," a Night Lord inquired eagerly.

"Yes, I cannot remain engorged when tickled. They tickle me for at least eight hours a day, tickle my ears and my neck and sometimes my feet too. It keeps me pure," Franklin confirmed stiffly.

"Just like Mistress Wendy and Mistress Octavia, that sounds delightful," one of the Night Lords opined.

"It is NOTHING like how my mother carries on with Octavia! My nuns are pure and chaste ladies!" Franklin replied indignantly.

"I was not insulting your dominatrices Franklin, I was simply admiring them," the Night Lord soothed.

"My brother is just as protective of them as he was when we rescued him from the orphanage," Augusta cut in quickly before this could escalate.

"I remember that night, it really was exhilarating hunting you all, sorry about butchering that nun and all the bolter bitches, I wouldn't have minded having a bolter bitch as a dominatrix, should have taken them all alive," another Night Lord said, angering Franklin with these words.

"You wouldn't want one of THOSE bolter bitches, to this day Franklin's pet bolter bitch STILL isn't tame enough to release from her restraints! How Franklin got that feral woman pregnant is beyond me," Luke disagreed.

"Sister Superior Clementine did not resist me when TigerLily bewitched me into laying with her, she allowed me to undress her and bend her over the bed... She didn't want to physically resist a living saint of the holy Emperor, she said that it would have been blasphemy for her to NOT give herself to me..." Franklin admitted awkwardly.

"The feral spitter actually LETS you fuck her?!" Luke exclaimed in shock.

"She would let ANY proven living saint impregnate her as a sacred duty to the Emperor! Not me specifically, a saint alone is worthy to lay with her. She did not enjoy it, but sees her pregnancy as the Emperor's will," Franklin elaborated frantically.

"Was she tight?," Augusta asked curiously.

"ALL of my so called "harem" were virgins when I lay with them, do not suggest otherwise!" Franklin growled.

"That sounds amazing! I wish my own harem were still tight..." Sherman said sadly.

"What about Mistress Violet, has she changed since I last fucked her?," one of the Night Lords pressed.

"I don't want to know those details about my sister!" Augusta loudly protested.

"I don't want to TALK about such details either!" Franklin agreed with Augusta.

"You OWE it to us! The entire warband has enjoyed Mistress Violet's pussy, you are taking her off the market! If we can't FUCK Her anymore than we deserve to at least HEAR ABOUT Her, give us DETAILS!" Sherman demanded.

"YEAH! You are an utter cunt for taking Mistress Violet off the market! She was a delight we all got to share! The LEAST you can do is let us live vicariously with graphic details!" Another Night Lord insisted.

"I have not lain with Violet ever since my nuns returned, and I will not lay with her again, not unless she is my wife. I refuse to engage in sin with Violet, and I have no details to tell," Franklin stated firmly.

"Violet is now Franklin's submissive..." Luke said quietly.

"WHAT!?" The entire group spluttered.

"She is very respectful and submissive towards me, that is true, but I don't do anything worse than tickle her. We do not have sex and I keep her well behaved for her own good," Franklin admitted defensively.

The Night Lords erupted into loud shouting all at the same time, the words impossible to follow.

"SHOW us! The onboard web way gate should be finished tonight in at most a few hours time. We will go through it and visit Mistress Violet, and you WILL show us what EXACTLY you do to her you little shit!" Sherman snarled in savage demonic rage.

"YES! Show us how you treat her or we will KILL you right now!" Another marine demanded, holding a gun to Franklin's head!

"Do NOT threaten my son's life in front of me!" Luke roared and got into a vicious punch up with the one holding the gun!

Augusta joined in with the fight, savagely punching another marine who pulled a gun.

Franklin was quickly being threatened by the guns of the entire group, more guns than Luke and Augusta could fight. Luke and Augusta froze in bitter surrender, urging all to lower their weapons.

"SHOW us how you treat Mistress Violet," Sherman insisted firmly.

"As you wish, I will show you," Franklin agreed nervously.

***...

Franklin and his rather hostile comrades stood awkwardly in the room that contained the new web way gate, not saying anything. Franklin was still carrying his bags of weapons and ammunition, and several of the Night Lords were carrying rather reluctant looking naked strippers over their shoulders like meat, lowering them periodically to briefly have sex with before then returning them to over their shoulders.

The room was filled with extremely busy looking Dark Eldar and a number of convict labourers assisting them, all working together to assemble a black metal ring from components brought by the Dark Eldar ship.

The ring structure was very nearly complete by the look of it, with the covering panels now being welded into place. It wouldn't be long now.

"Franklin?, Luke?, Augusta?, How is the engagement celebration going?," Franklin's mother's voice suddenly said from behind.

Franklin turned and saw the dominatrix leather clad Wendy, as well as the naked handcuffed forms of Octavia, Belzevelle and Adolf, and a large group of clothed Sevenson women on separate business of their own.

"Mistress Wendy!" The group of Night Lords exclaimed and immediately dropped to one knee in her presence.

Franklin and Luke remained standing, not submissive to her, but Augusta was kneeling like the rest, though seemingly more submissive to Octavia rather than Wendy.

"Baby boy!," Octavia squealed happily and attempted to go to him.

Octavia was suddenly pulled to a halt by a leash around her neck connected to a handle in Wendy's hand.

"Permission denied, come back here Slut," the leather clad Wendy informed Octavia dominantly.

"(Moaning), yes Mistress Wendy, your tickle slut obeys," Octavia moaned erotically and returned to Wendy's side.

Adolf and Belzevelle were both immediately caught in the lust aura as Octavia approached and passionately began to rub their handcuffed bodies up against her.

"ADOLF!" Franklin exclaimed in outrage as he penetrated Octavia!

"It's the lust aura, I can't help it!" Adolf replied apologetically without pulling out of Octavia.

"Are you boys going to Low Commorragh as part of the engagement celebration?, I see you brought your own entertainment girls along with you," Wendy said, noting the strippers over the marine's shoulders.

"Yes Mistress Wendy, we are taking Franklin to see Mistress Violet," one of the kneeling Night Lords explained.

"Oh that is so romantic!" Octavia exclaimed in between her sex moans.

"They want me to dominate Violet in front of them so they can make sure I am not hurting her," Franklin grumbled.

"Aw! So sweet!" Octavia exclaimed happily.

"Yes Mistress Octavia," the group of Night Lords replied like complete doormats.

"What is with all those weapons?, Franklin you had BETTER not be bringing those into my home!" Wendy commanded sternly.

"Well I guess I could keep them in my father's home..." Franklin allowed.

"See that you DO, I don't want lots of guns and ammunition in my home, it has a bad habit of causing domestic death when guns are around, my home has a strictly regulated firearm policy of NO loaded guns outside of my own personal safe," Wendy proclaimed severely with perfect dominance.

"Yes Mother," Franklin agreed obediently.

"Augusta, take all of Franklin's bags of weapons and ammunition back to Luke's place then return, so he doesn't have to carry them the rest of the night," Wendy commanded.

"Yes Mummy Wendy," Augusta said with automatic programmed obedience and obeyed.

"Exalted Mistresses, can we be of service?," the other Night Lords asked with utter submission to Wendy and the group of Sevenson women.

"You boys are having a boys night engagement celebration, you can provide services another time, for now stop kneeling and enjoy yourselves," Wendy encouraged them happily.

The Night Lords stood and resumed having sex with the strippers as Wendy arrogantly dominated Octavia and Belzevelle and Adolf.

Franklin felt strange jealousy as he watched Adolf getting his face assertively licked all over by the overpoweringly dominant Wendy, by the Emperor that looked like a submissive's dream marriage to be in!

"Open your mouth my submissive little bitch," Wendy arrogantly commanded Adolf with delicious dominance.

Adolf opened his mouth obediently.

Wendy unapologetically SPAT in Adolf's mouth! Spat in it again and again!

Adolf was moaning in pleasure and extending his tongue to catch more spit!

Adolf had his hands tightly cuffed behind his back, was completely naked but for a collar and leash around his neck, and his muscular navy-man's body seemed quite helpless as Wendy dominated him completely.

Franklin imagined being married to Violet, would he spit in her mouth and dominate her so completely?, The thought was strangely appealing, having Violet handcuffed naked at his feet, as he did whatever he liked to her utterly submissive body!

Franklin ejaculated instantly at the mere mental image!

Violet was going to be his WIFE! He could do ANYTHING to her and it wouldn't be a sin!

He could bend her over naked in bondage and penetrate her all night long! He could put his member in every hole on her body and fill her with his sinful fluid! He could touch her breasts!

Violet might be a mutant abomination, but she was HIS mutant abomination. She might be a heretic, but she was HIS heretic. He was now convinced that he loved her, and he was desperate for the Emperor to have no problem with the marriage.

The scriptures were so contradictory, the more he and his nuns had studied recently, the more the contradictions appeared.

The scriptures made it absolutely clear that consent of both parties was not needed to create an unbreakable marriage bond, it recommended Imperial soldiers to just force marry any woman they fancied, and those women were never permitted to a divorce, they HAD to perform sexual duties to their spouse or be guilty of sin.

Franklin was being forced into a marriage with Violet, and the scriptures DEMANDED that Franklin provide complete sexual satisfaction to his wife once married, and could NEVER divorce her! He would be SINNING if he denied Violet her conjugal rights!

But Violet was a mutant psyker heretic, and he should have NO relationship with her! But he couldn't do BOTH!

Violet was not black and white evil either, she could be very evil at times, but she could also be surprisingly good. She had MOTIVES for her evil acts, she tortured convicts to stop them raping innocent women, she had raped Franklin but did it in such a way that he actually ENJOYED it. She wasn't just a blanket villain.

She was a passionate and intelligent and BEAUTIFUL woman, she was gentle and wussy and feminine, delicate and fragile and special, wise and deep but delightful to be around.

She had such a FEMININE smell about her, her natural fragrance was so comforting to just smell. She was so soft and smooth and warm to the touch, and so erotic that he ejaculated from her mere presence sometimes. He just WANTED her so badly!

He should be focusing on completing the Painful Path, but lately she was consuming more and more of his thoughts, to be her husband would be HEAVENLY!

As he thought these lovely thoughts the web way gate reached completion and began to glow with strange power.

New Dark Eldar suddenly emerged out of thin air from inside the gate!

The new Dark Eldar immediately spoke to their kin in a foul xenos language that Franklin didn't know, and Wendy translated for the humans.

"The web way gate is complete!" Wendy announced jubilantly.

***...

Violet and Hyacinth were still sitting on the balcony wearing only towels, talking in length about Violet's childhood, they had been talking for hours, completely losing track of the time as they waited for the gate to be completed.

"I don't know Hyacinth, my father improved a lot once he started worshipping Slaanesh..." Violet was currently saying.

"What are you WEARING out on a public balcony!?" Franklin's voice suddenly interrupted from a balcony doorway!

"M-Master Franklin!" Violet spluttered in shock, turning to look at him.

"Mistress Violet, Mistress Hyacinth," a chorus of Night Lord voices sounded while Violet was still utterly confused.

"Being so underdressed in public is NOT acceptable, you must be punished!" Franklin scolded, baring down the balcony towards her!

"Yes Master!" Violet squeaked in submissive dismay, and offered no resistance as he reached her.

Strong merciless fingers immediately probed into her extremely ticklish bare underarms, and Violet squealed with energetic laughter, almost jumping out of her skin!

Violet was too confused and surprised to remember that she was considering breaking up with Franklin, and just responded submissively out of habit.

Violet had a fit of giggling laughter as the strong fingers dominantly handled her skin as though they owned it! Oh Slaanesh it was so HOT the way he was so unapologetically DOMINANT with her body!

"(Squealing laughter), Oh Master I LOVE you!" Violet blurted out without meaning to.

Hyacinth face palmed in complete exasperation, shaking her head in a way that looked almost pained by how exasperated she was...

Violet was too busy squealing with laughter to think about the dumb thing she had just said to the boy she had been planning on breaking up with, she was just too madly into this right now.

Franklin blushed redly at her profession of love, but didn't stop tickling her.

Twenty Night Lords were all gawking at her right now! Daddy Luke and even Augusta were looking at her!

Violet went bright red in complete humiliation, but she also became completely WET from being humiliated like this! This public humiliation was so EROTIC!

Violet squirmed around in an energetic fit as Franklin squeezed her belly, and she fell halfway out of the bench she was sitting on.

Violet's towel caught on the edge of the bench, and suddenly pulled completely loose, exposing her naked body to all these boys!

"VIOLET! Public nudity?! You will be SEVERELY punished for this!" Franklin chastised severely with pussy dampening dominance!

"Yes Master! Punish your naughty girl Master!" Violet moaned like an absolute whore.

Violet then howled uncontrollably with hysterical laughter as her naked body was mercilessly squeezed in all the most ticklish places.

"(Screaming laughter), Oh Daddy I LOVE you, tickle me Daddy, tickle me HARD!" Violet screamed whorishly.

"(Squawk)... For fuck's sake!" Hyacinth exclaimed in utter exasperated exhaustion.

"You are SO bad!" Franklin reprimanded sternly and tickled her naked body even harder in front of this gawking audience.

Violet screamed with laughter and masturbated in front of everyone, so completely turned on by this public humiliation!

"Violet you DISGUST me!" Franklin shouted and tried to tickle her so hard that she couldn't masturbate anymore!

Violet couldn't stop fingering Herself to save her life right now, and just shrieked with laughter until she squirted all over Franklin in a spray of clear fluid!

The audience of Night Lords all cheered loudly and offered Franklin suggestions of what to do to Violet next!

Violet gazed up at the fluid soaked Franklin, her mouth open in post orgasm bliss and panting heavily.

"Master I'm yours! Fuck me!" Violet moaned brazenly.

"You are in SO much trouble now you brazen harlot!" Franklin reprimanded her with delicious severity.

Violet spread her legs wide and offered herself to him.

"Not until we are married!" Franklin flatly refused.

Violet groaned and resumed masturbating in front of the audience, so utterly wet.

Franklin grabbed her and wrapped her up in the towel, forcibly covering her modesty.

Violet moaned like a slut as he carried her inside, looking for clothes to cover her up with.

Franklin found only bikinis among her possessions in her carry bag, and he instead emptied her extra large shoulder strapped carry bag and stuffed Violet inside it, zipping the bag shut with her trapped inside!

Violet felt the bag being angrily hung from Franklin's shoulder and carried away!

"What the hell are you doing to Mistress Violet?!" Violet heard Sherman Sevenson loudly demanding to know.

"I am taking my FIANCÉE home to punish her SEVERELY for being an absolute WHORE in public!" Franklin replied angrily.

"(Brazen moaning), Oh yes! Punish me for being a whore Master! Teach me a STERN lesson!" Violet moaned in insatiable lust at the sheer humiliation of her current situation.

"Um, well Mistress Violet is clearly enjoying this, but the celebration is not yet over," Sherman allowed reluctantly.

"I will just keep her in the bag then until the celebration ends, I will then punish her for many hours," Franklin stated firmly.

Violet moaned and compulsively masturbated hard inside her bag.

This was SO hot and sexy!

***...

Franklin was furious as he sat in the strip club with the hysterically laughing Violet still trapped inside the carry bag, the bag currently on his lap as he mercilessly squeezed her body through the fabric to punish her. He was ASHAMED of how she had behaved in front of everyone today!

"MASTER!" Violet's muffled voice shrieked tormentedly from inside the bag.

Franklin ignored her noises and just kept punishing her, after tonight's performance he would show her VERY little mercy for the rest of the night.

"You still enjoying yourself in their Mistress Violet?," one of the Night Lords loudly asked her.

"(Heavy muffled laughter), YES!" Violet managed to reply.

The Night Lords all shrugged and didn't stop Franklin from what he was doing to her.

"Well this HAS been an interesting engagement celebration night! I never would have believed that Mistress VIOLET could be so submissive, she has dominated the absolute FUCK out of me so many times in the past!" One of the Night Lords announced.

"Me too!" Agreed WAY too many Night Lords...

"I am submissive as SHIT around Mistress Violet, she is just so sadistic with her psychic powers! I never imagined her being submissive, ESPECIALLY to a baby neophyte whose balls have barely dropped a year ago!" Another added.

Franklin got angry by how promiscuous Violet had clearly been in the past, and tickled her even harder through the bag fabric.

"As long as she is happy then I am happy, Mistress Violet has given us all more than enough pleasure over the years, she has certainly earned the right to enjoy her own pleasures for a change," Sherman opined.

"Hear hear!" Agreed all the other Night Lords, and they all drank alcohol in toast of the statement.

"We are all so proud of you Franklin, you have come SUCH a long way from the bigoted little shit you were a year ago! Engaged to a Slaanesh worshipping mutant psyker, that shows REAL character improvement from how you used to be! It hasn't always been an easy ride this past year, but I am actually genuinely PROUD to be your brother for really the first time since you burned Mistress Hyacinth, and I thought that would NEVER happen!" Augusta announced with genuine pride.

"Aye!" Toasted all the others.

"Yes, for much of the past year I was ashamed that you were my son, but not anymore. I have seen you genuinely grow as a person, grow into someone worthy of being my son. You have honestly come so far in such a short time," Luke agreed proudly.

Franklin was so touched by this that he even stopped tickling Violet.

"Why did you stop Master?," Violet's muffled voice asked disappointedly from inside the bag.

Franklin unzipped just enough of the bag to fit Violet's head, and her blue feathered head poked out of the gap curiously.

Franklin felt a strange compulsion and stroked her head with his hand. Violet didn't seem to mind this at all and he just continued petting her blue mutant feathers in his lap.

"May I please have something to eat Master?," Violet asked hopefully.

"I don't know, how do I even pay for food here?," Franklin mused curiously.

"With these," Luke said, pulling out a handful of small bright pink rectangles of paper from a belt pouch on his terminator armour.

Franklin received these paper rectangles curiously and examined them all over.

On one side of the paper was a highly detailed portrait drawing of his mother Wendy, looking extremely dominant and imperious as she gazed slightly to one side, showing off her champion's mark of Slaanesh in extreme detail. The portrait had written under it, "Slaanesh Champion Wendy Sevenson, Lord of the Nightmare Asylum".

As well as this portrait and description, the paper on this side had a massive 1 on either end of the rectangle, and the words, "One Nightmare Asylum Script", and a disclaimer, "this note is legal tender exclusively onboard the Nightmare Asylum".

On the other side of the rectangular "note" was a detailed portrait of Liling looking dominant and sadistic, her cruel oriental face also looking off to one side, showing off her Slaanesh mark.

Under this portrait was written, "Slaanesh Champion Dr Liling Sevenson, Lord Apothecary of the Nightmare Asylum".

The rest of the note was the same pair of giant 1's and the same disclaimer.

"These are ship's script, used to pay the crew. Every ship in our fleet has it's own script notes, and they can only be used as currency onboard the ship of issue. You can buy and sell onboard using this currency, and at port stops you can take these to the various scattered branches of "The Nightmare Asylum Central Bank", found up on various less important bridge decks, and exchange them for either a different currency or for tiny slithers of gold." Luke explained.

"Why does every ship have a different currency?," Franklin asked.

"Makes things like inflation easier to control, also makes thieves less inclined to steal more script than they can actually use, as the central bank will get REALLY suspicious if lowly heretics try to exchange way more script than they could legally earn. Just makes everything more simple. Oh and it also discourages deserters as their life savings of script become absolutely worthless outside of the Matriarch's domains." Luke explained.

"Why is Liling on the note, she only got that mark less than a year ago," Franklin asked.

"The ship changes the script notes every six months or so to control inflation, the crew have to exchange the old script notes for new notes at the bank, no more than a week after the change over, after that one week the old script notes become worthless," Luke explained.

Luke gestured over a naked serving lady and asked for a food menu. She obeyed instantly and handed menus to the entire group of Night Lords.

Franklin examined the menu, it advertised a modest list of cooked foods, averaging about 20 script notes each in price.

Violet couldn't fit her arm out of the gap along side her head, so Franklin simply held the menu for her to read.

"These strip club menus are such a rip off, the ingredients and labor for these dishes should cost a few script at the most." Violet said conversationally.

"Yes Mistress Violet, this makes up for its 1 script entry fee with outrageous food prices," Sherman agreed, checking his own menu.

"Can I take your orders yet exalted ones?," the naked serving lady asked, holding a notepad and pen.

"Yes could I please get, um, the bowl of fried yohan and a glass of hajsnip milk, with a straw if you don't mind as I am a little tied up at the moment," Violet said.

"Did you just say the safe word?," Franklin asked Violet.

"No not intentionally Master, pretend I didn't say that word," Violet reassured him.

"Ah, using safe words I see, very good," Sherman praised them.

The Night Lords all gave orders, Franklin himself ordered an outrageously expensive plate of fried grox meat. Franklin used the script notes he had been given to pay for his and Violet's orders, and absentmindedly petted Violet's head as they waited for their food.

"That feels really nice Master," Violet sighed in contentment.

"I am still going to punish you later," Franklin warned her.

"I know you will Master, I have my safe word, I will be ok," Violet said happily.

"You make such an interesting couple, what will it look like when you are married?" One of the Night Lords asked.

"I hope it will be exactly like this, only with lots of sex and maybe a wider variety of punishments. I am really enjoying being submissive at the moment, I think I take after my mother in that regard." Violet admitted hopefully.

"Will you ever try being dominant again Mistress Violet?," someone asked.

"Yes, I will certainly be willing to switch roles throughout the marriage, but at the moment I enjoy my current role," Violet said happily.

"If you are my wife then I expect you to dress appropriately in public and behave modestly. Sex and, um, nudity, these things exist for the privacy of the marriage bed, not for the whole world to see. I will be very strict with you about behaving properly," Franklin warned her.

Violet moaned very slightly in desire at these words.

"I can't wait," Violet purred.

Franklin didn't care for her perverted tone, and pushed her head back in the bag, zipped it shut, and tickled her sternly until the food arrived.

Violet's head emerged from the bag as soon as he unzipped a big enough gap, and she opened her mouth expectantly.

Franklin indulgently hand fed her the fried starchy yohan vegetable slices, patting her head with his free hand as he did so.

Franklin paused for a while to eat his own disappointingly small (,for an Astartes,) meal, and then resumed hand feeding Violet.

When the food was gone he held Violet's glass for her as she drank with a straw.

"You are an utterly adorable couple," someone told them when Violet finished her drink.

"Thank you," Violet replied happily.

"Are you still comfortable in your bag Mistress Violet?," she was asked.

"Not really but I am naked in here and can't emerge. I actually badly need to pee," Violet admitted.

"Franklin take Mistress Violet to the toilet, just over there," Sherman told Franklin.

"But she is naked," Franklin protested.

"The toilet cubicles have plenty of privacy, just let her out inside the cubicle then return Mistress Violet to the bag when she is done," Sherman insisted.

Franklin reluctantly agreed and carried Violet's bag in the direction pointed.

A lot of patrons gave Franklin odd looks at the sight of Violet's head poking out of the carry bag, and one drunk came over to investigate.

"Why do you have a girl in your bag?," the drunken convict asked slurringly.

"Because she has no other clothes to wear except this bag," Franklin snapped, pushing past him.

Franklin entered the dimly lit bathroom, and entered a cubicle. The drunk eagerly followed and tried to follow them into the cubicle!

Franklin pushed the fool back out again and closed and locked the cubicle door, dropping and unzipping the bag to let Violet get out to pee.

"(Knock knock), hey let me in to see the girl in your bag!" The drunk hollered from the other side of the door.

"Have you got a death wish buddy?! I am OBVIOUSLY this Night Lord neophyte's girl, go away before he punches your face in!" Violet shouted back as she sat naked on the toilet, peeing loudly.

The man's face suddenly appeared under the cubicle door!

"I see you, you have nice big tits girly, are you single?", the man slurred.

"HEY! That's MY woman! Stop looking at her!" Franklin snarled, shoving the man's head back under the door with such force that he slammed against the wall.

The persistent drunk staggered to his feet and then loudly entered one of the adjacent cubicles, and loudly tried to climb over the dividing wall to bother Violet even more.

The moment his head appeared over the cubicle wall, Franklin punched the man out unconscious with a single mighty punch, causing him to flop down limply on the floor of the other cubicle, still breathing but not otherwise moving.

Violet finished urinating without further incident and got back inside her bag, Franklin then took her to the sinks and unzipped just enough for her to poke out both arms and her head to wash her hands.

The drunk was still unconscious as they left the bathroom...

***...

Violet was feeling a tad claustrophobic inside her carry bag as Franklin and the other boys inspected the contents of one of the primary armouries.

Violet's bag was swinging from Franklin's shoulder, and she was getting quite dizzy.

Tonight, Violet had to admit, had been a colossal "tits up" in regards to her plan to break up with Franklin, she was now simply even MORE involved with him!

She had not only dropped the "love" bombshell very publicly, but had also called Franklin "Daddy", publicly talked about how she wanted her marriage to Franklin to look, and generally said absolutely all the wrong things in public that you should ever say to a boy if you want to break up with him!

If Violet dumped Franklin NOW after tonight then all of her closest male relatives would lose HUGE amounts of respect for her! She would be accused of deliberately messing with Franklin and blamed for any crazy shit Franklin did afterwards!

Violet had done a GREAT job of digging herself into a huge big hole that she couldn't easily get out of, her reputation would be utter manure if she broke up with him!

For the time being Violet had to stay with Franklin, at least until enough time had passed with no further public outbursts of love to let people think that the relationship had soured.

Franklin would eventually do SOMETHING to justify breaking up without Violet looking like a horrible bitch, Violet just had to contain her daddy issues until then.

She still loved him though...

***...