Chapter 88(orphan)
Herman Lincoln was still slightly embarrassed the following evening, as he led his black marketeering union colleague Fredrick Kennedy back to his home to meet Wendy, last night had been REALLY embarrassing for everyone involved.
The nicknames of Wendy had already started among the neighbours by the next morning, with such nicknames as "the Anal Aristocrat", "Countess Clitoris", "Baroness Bang", "Baroness Big Breasts", "Princess Pussy", "Princess Penetration", "Princess Pound", "Lady LOUD", "Damsel Doggy", "Damsel DAMN!", "Damsel Damn Fine", "Damsel Deep Throat", "Damsel Dick-Eater", "Heiress Whore", "Mistress Moan", "Lady Wetly", and "the Handcuffed Highborn", being especially popular.
Adolf on the other hand was being called, "the Man", "the Man I Want to Be", "My MAN!", "Banging Back From The Dead", "Sir Tap-That-Girl", "the Hot Wifed Hero", "the Lad-Who-Fucked-A-Lady", "the Domestic Tickler", "Lucky Bastard", "Winner of the Wife Lottery", "Mr Make-Her-Moan", "the Lady Layer", "Mr Cum-On-Her-Tits", "the Noble Nailer," "Highborn Humper," and innumerable other similar nicknames...
(authors note, some of these nicknames come from an SNL sketch (",teacher trial,") about a teenage boy who was "statutorily raped" by a pair of incredibly hot female teachers. The mother of course was the one that actually pressed charges smh)
Herman had been a strange mixture of humiliated and proud as he walked to work this morning, almost the entire building had mentioned Wendy's shockingly loud sex noises, and Herman had had to walk past laughing crowds of neighbours heading off to work, sharing the various nicknames.
Even Fredrick Kennedy had heard about the incident last night, as had everyone else at work! They all now knew that Adolf's death was a paperwork mixup, and that he had a "fucking hot noble wife" who "moans like she's being murdered"!
Herman had been embarrassed as hell the entire day, but the rumours had actually made it easier for Herman to convince Fredrick Kennedy to agree to sell guns.
Fredrick Kennedy was a member of the more... Unsavoury, wing of the union, a man deeply involved in secret organised crime. Like some trade unions, the lasgun component manufacturing factory workers union had it's fair share of organised crime elements.
The men like Fredrick dealt in a wide variety of organised crimes, anything that made money really, but Fredrick in particular moved lasguns stolen from the factories, selling them at reduced prices because they were stolen anyway.
Fredrick Kennedy was not an important player in this illegal gun trade, he was small fish indeed, but Herman knew him, and Fredrick could put Wendy in contact with more important contacts who could actually get hold of vast volumes of lasguns.
Fredrick was dressed just the same as everyone else, wearing a long hooded grey cloak to protect against the ash, but Fredrick was unique in carrying a backpack full of hidden illegal firearms for Wendy to look at.
The pair trudged up the stairs in Herman's hab block, surrounded by masses of other people returning from work, and were greeted with crude jokes about Wendy, which Herman politely ignored.
The pair reached Herman's floor and found it packed with people trying to get at Herman's front door!
Herman climbed the stairs slightly to see over the crowd, and saw that Wendy was outside the front door being greeted by an eager crowd of neighbours!
"This is too crowded, I don't like this," Fredrick whispered to Herman.
Herman nodded and he and Fredrick cautiously climbed the stairs right up to the roof of the building. Fredrick then carefully hid from view behind the stairwell entrance opening, and agreed to wait for the crowd to disperse enough for them to continue.
Herman discreetly left the roof and made his way back down to his floor, finding the crowd still present.
Herman pushed his way through the crowd and eventually reached his front door with Wendy and Adolf standing in front of it, Wendy being greeted by eager male neighbours.
Herman was shocked yet again by just how sexually attractive Wendy was, she was beautiful, not in the classical reserved way of being beautiful, more like the beauty of a female pornography star, just raw intense sex appeal, with obviously enlarged breasts.
She wore a truly excessive amount of makeup over every last inch of her skin, and wore very dark fashionable sunglasses that made her look sexier still. Even in her cloak her figure was unmistakable, an intensely desirable woman.
The local men were very VERY interested in Wendy, completely ignoring the fact that she was married to Herman's son, and all were trying to talk to her at the same time, the way men do in the presence of extremely beautiful women.
"What is going on here?", Herman asked as he pushed past the crowd.
"We are trying to meet Adolf's new wife." A random neighbour explained.
"Yes, let's all go out for a drink to celebrate," someone else pressed.
"Maybe another time," Herman pressed.
"Come on Herman, this is the perfect time right now," someone insisted.
This was entirely the wrong time for all of this to happen, and Herman frantically tried to lead Wendy and Adolf inside, hoping that the crowd would disperse.
The crowd loudly protested and angrily insisted to spend more time with Wendy!
Herman thought hard and then told the crowd, "Ok ok, but give us some time alone to get ready first. In two hours time we will all meet at "Albert's Bar", for a long celebration party. Deal?"
The neighbours all reluctantly agreed and Herman led Wendy and Adolf inside.
Herman quickly explained to Wendy and Adolf about Fredrick on the roof as soon as they were inside. This afternoon was not going to plan so far!
They all agreed to wait half an hour for the crowd to disperse and then send up Herman to get Fredrick Kennedy from the roof.
Wendy and Adolf then shyly retired to Adolf's old bedroom to "get ready", shortly followed by squeaking mattress springs...
Those two really were unbelievable!
"They barely left the bedroom all day! They have just been doing that nearly constantly!" Eva whispered to him.
Herman felt a strange mixture of jealous and proud...
"Lucky bastard", Herman whispered under his breath.
***...
Herman was feeling embarrassed as he knocked hesitantly on the bedroom door. Fredrick Kennedy was currently waiting impatiently in the sitting room after being retrieved from the roof, and Wendy and Adolf still had not emerged from the bedroom!
"He is HERE!" Herman hissed in whisper through the door.
"Oh dear! Coming coming!" Wendy's aristocratic voice squeaked back in dismay.
The door opened and Wendy's head poked out, she had her G string resting on her head and she was obviously topless!
Wendy was covering her nipples with one arm and her vagina with a hand!
Herman got an erection almost instantly at the sight of her basically naked like this, and stammered incoherently in shock!
Wendy walked out to poke her head in the sitting room, and Herman got a full view of her intensely "yummy" bare ass!
"Hello, I will be right with you sir," Wendy told the stunned Fredrick and then ducked back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her!
Herman staggered half stunned back into the sitting room, and just sat down silently beside Fredrick, barely able to stand anymore.
"Golden Throne..." Fredrick murmured in wonder, and deliberately crossed his leg to hide an erection.
The two men waited awkwardly in complete silence, both obviously turned on by what they had just seen, and waited as Wendy got herself presentable.
Wendy finally exited the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing only a VERY short expensive brand name skirt, and a fine white silk singlet with PLUNGING cleavage so low that it showed the top half of her lacy lingerie bra!
Wendy padded barefoot into the sitting room and sat down, leaning right forward so that they had a complete view of her impressive cleavage!
"Hello good sir, I am Lady Wendy Chesterton, nice to make your acquaintance," Wendy said with intense warm charm.
Fredrick stammered in his reply and kissed her hand in greeting, completely flustered.
"I have been told that you sell the cheapest lasguns on the whole of Temperis, quite an achievement. You must be QUITE a man to make so illustrious a reputation," Wendy gushed with overwhelming charisma, so charming that Fredrick could barely even reply.
Fredrick gazed intently at Wendy's bulging cleavage and mumbled unintelligibly.
Wendy beamed at Fredrick and gushed praises about him, not letting him recover but just piling on mercilessly.
Herman was no fool, and clearly saw that Wendy was a woman who used her raw sex appeal to influence men in her favour. Herman immediately lost some respect for her, she was just using her feminine charms like some sort of prostitute!
"For the Emperor's sake! Cover yourself up!" Eva hissed angrily, finally having had enough.
Fredrick and Wendy both turned to see Herman's outraged morally indignant wife, and both flinched back guiltily.
"Yes mother-in-law," Wendy agreed immediately and fled the room looking ashen faced.
Eva held silent, and Wendy returned a moment later wearing her full body long hooded cloak, looking deeply penitent and sorry.
"I am truly sorry for my earlier state of undress," Wendy apologised to Eva with deeply contrite charisma.
Eva remained firm and did not give in to Wendy's incredible charm.
"You are my son's WIFE, and the mother of my first grandchild, not a prostitute! I am horrified by what I have seen of your character so far! You are a brazen SLUT!" Eva spat in anger.
There was a terrible stunned silence, you could cut the air with a knife...
Wendy nodded very softly.
"You are right... I am a slut..." Wendy agreed very softly, not putting up any fight.
Eva paused at Wendy's reaction, expecting a fight but getting only humble agreement.
"Well STOP being a slut then..." Eva pressed hesitantly.
Wendy hung her head in shame and nodded humbly in agreement, completely submissive.
Eva's rage faltered completely by this point, and she hesitantly accepted Wendy's apology.
There was a terrible silence after this...
Herman awkwardly cleared his throat, and Wendy seemed to flinch back to her senses.
"I want to buy weapons," Wendy told Fredrick quietly.
Fredrick flinched with a start and opened up his backpack, pulling out bits of disassembled lasguns, placing it all on the floor and table.
Wendy looked at the components in interest.
"Ah, the good old M35 M-Galaxy model lasgun, Imperial Guard standard issue," Wendy said in recognition.
Wendy began picking up components and effortlessly assembled them into a lasgun with clearly practiced ease. Wendy then sighted down the barrel of the completed lasgun and adjusted the telescopic shoulder stock to fit her arms.
"I see you know your way around a lasgun. I also have a longlas sniper variant, a carbine variant, telescope sight variant, and a stripped down ultra cheap conscript issue variant. I also have laspistols, auto pistols, stub guns, shotguns... What would you like?," Fredrick asked, slightly emboldened.
"I will take a look at everything you have," Wendy said, assembling yet more guns.
Herman was rather impressed as she assembled every gun with the speed of a professional soldier, experimentally aiming each one with an experienced eye.
"How much for the M-Galaxy?," Wendy asked humbly.
"Well brand new from a factory they cost 150 credits, not including the power packs, which cost 200 credits each. So a gun plus a pack and second backup pack while you recharge the first pack, 550 credits," Fredrick began.
"This is stolen for free, so production costs won't matter," Wendy said carefully, clearly no fool.
"Ah yes, well, that is true," Fredrick admitted.
"20 credits for the gun plus two power packs," Wendy offered.
"No way you must be joking!, 250 credits at least!" Fredrick haggled.
"50 credits," Wendy offered.
"200, that's more than fair," Fredrick countered.
"70 credits,"
"180 credits "
"80 credits"
"150 credits"
"90 credits"
"120 credits and I'm being generous"
"95 credits"
"100 credits, my final offer,"
"Deal," Wendy agreed.
"I will take 10 billion M-Galaxy lasguns with 2 packs included at 100 credits each, 1 trillion credits in total," Wendy informed him!
"Emperor's tits lady! I can't possibly get hold of THAT many, by the throne!" Fredrick exclaimed.
"In that case I will take as many as you can manage and have you put me in contact with people who have more," Wendy conceded.
Wendy cautiously got Adolf to bring her all her cash, and she paid for the one M-Galaxy now in the home, promising the rest of the cash for each additional lasgun on delivery.
For good measure she then bought every other weapon Fredrick had on hand.
"I will have my comrades steal as many lasguns as possible," Fredrick promised, gazing greedily at his large handful of cash.
***...
Wendy was feeling rather nervous of her new mother-in-law as she stood in a local drinking establishment, surrounded on all sides by overly eager men. Wendy had changed into the most conservative clothing possible, but she was still getting a LOT of unwanted attention.
Wendy was a lifelong Slaanesh worshipper, a Slaanesh champion no less, and had never EVER had to act so sexually conservatively for so long before. Wendy had certainly rehearsed for the role she was now playing, knew what she needed to SAY, but changing her entire hyper sexualised personality was far less easy to do!
Wendy had really tried her best to be something she wasn't, but the cracks had begun to appear, and Adolf's mother Eva Lincoln now clearly saw Wendy for a COLOSSAL slut. And this was not a first impression that Wendy could change either.
Wendy held Adolf's hand very conspicuously as the men closed in all around her, trying to reassure Eva that Wendy was at least faithful to Adolf.
The drinking establishment had precious little actual alcohol with the recent supply embargoes, and mostly only sold extremely small and watered down drinks, all of them massively overpriced. Wendy had kindly paid for everyone's drinks so far, but hadn't drank anything at all herself, being pregnant after all.
The bar was mostly being used as a nightclub at the moment, with music and dancing in an open area, and the party of Herman and Eva's neighbours currently formed pretty much the only patrons right now.
Wendy was currently standing right in the middle of the dance floor with Adolf, wishing to dance with him, but so many people wanted to talk to her that dancing was impossible!
Wendy patiently listened to the conversation of yet another man, just wanting to be left alone, and rested her head against Adolf's shoulder.
Wendy decided that these men needed to take a hint, and used her ring to subtly control Adolf.
Adolf responded instantly, turning to raise Wendy's chin with his hand and kiss her tenderly. Wendy warmly responded to the kiss, wrapping her arms around Adolf's neck and kissing him hungrily, becoming wet from the influence of her own ring.
Adolf didn't seem to mind this in the least, and Wendy was no longer controlling him now, as he just hungrily kissed her for a long time, oblivious to the people around them.
Wendy was completely wet and flustered when Adolf broke the kiss, and bit her lip lustfully, her body language clearly indicating that she wanted to be fucked right now.
Adolf suddenly staggered as he was punched in the face by a drunk neighbour!
Wendy gasped in horror!
"I want that girl, you ass, you uh ash hole!" The drunk man slurred jealously, taking another swing at Adolf!
Wendy remembered her script and screamed shrilly in her fake accent, screaming for help.
Men broke up the fight immediately, pulling back the cursing drunk and dragging him outside.
Wendy clung tightly to Adolf and trembled fearfully, like a normal woman would in this situation.
Adolf immediately led her away to sit on stools at a table near to a wall, and Wendy fussed over his obvious black eye.
Wendy felt her bottom being pinched from behind and leapt onto Adolf's lap with a squeak of indignant fright!
"Somebody just pinched my bottom!" Wendy exclaimed.
Yet another drunk was then dragged out by other men.
"You ish real pretty girl, you tits ish damn fine! So big! What they feel like?, Let me squeeze..." Another drunk slurred, groping her breasts through her clothes!
Wendy gasped and slapped his face!
The drunk retaliated by taking a swing at her, missing widely, and punching Adolf in the face instead!
Adolf cursed and held Wendy protectively, getting off the stool and keeping her behind him as he got into a raging punch up with this horrible man.
Wendy got separated from Adolf in the ensuing violence, and found herself surrounded by yet more overly eager inebriated men with lowered inhibitions...
Wendy yelled indignantly as she was groped and sexually propositioned, and fled desperately to Eva to seek refuge.
"Help me! These terrible men are molesting me and fighting my husband!" Wendy implored Eva frantically.
Eva responded by instantly leading Wendy into the ladies bathroom, where the men apparently would not follow for some cultural reason.
Wendy sighed in relief and immediately moved to a mirror to check and touch up her makeup.
"You wear too much makeup already, you don't need even more you silly girl!" Eva scolded her.
Wendy ignored Eva and put on fresh mascara.
"They will just pester you again if you paint your face like a painted whore. I don't know what cultural makeup fashions you follow, but here in this dome only whores wear so much heavy makeup," Eva insisted.
Wendy sighed and stopped adding yet more makeup.
"Drop the sighing and attitude Wendy, I am your mother-in-law and in MY culture a mother-in-law has the authority to reprimand her daughter-in-law! I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but you have shown yourself to be a slut who doesn't deserve a great man like my son!" Eva chastised Wendy severely!
Wendy gasped as though struck!
"Hmm, maybe that was a bit too harsh what I just said... I just get a gut feeling about you, you RADIATE raw "sex" in a way that I just HATE! You seem to deeply love Adolf, that much is obvious, but I don't approve of you..." Eva allowed grudgingly.
"I'm sorry..." Wendy said wretchedly, hanging her head. The truth was that having her mother-in-law approve of her actually meant something to her.
"Don't just be "sorry" with those fake tears of yours, actually turn your behaviour around. To start with take off all that makeup and just show your face as nature intended," Eva insisted.
"I am disfigured under this makeup..." Wendy said hesitantly.
"Nonsense!" Eva dismissed and wet her hand and wiped Wendy's forehead clean of makeup!
The poorly spelled words Octavia had carved into Wendy's flesh immediately showed on her forehead!
"What is THIS?! "Wendy is a..." (What is that word?), someone has carved words into your FACE!" Eva exclaimed in horror.
Wendy squeaked in dismay and instantly covered her forehead in mascara once again.
"What happened to you?!" Eva asked numbly.
"I was the victim of a HORRIFIC crime, a maniac carved my skin all over! I wear makeup to hide it... I don't want to talk about it..." Wendy hissed.
"Oh my Emperor... You poor girl... Is it really over your entire face?, Can I see?," Eva stammered in genuine pity.
"No! I don't let people see it!" Wendy insisted very firmly.
"Oh dear girl, what happened to you?," Eva asked sympathetically.
"I don't want to talk about it..." Wendy insisted adamantly.
"Why didn't you just TELL me that the makeup was hiding disfiguring scars?, I wouldn't have been so hard on you then," Eva insisted.
"You called me a slut right to my face! I will have you know that I am faithful to your son, apart from my brothers no other man so much as even lays a hand on me! I did NOT initiate this romance with Adolf like some harlot, HE was the one who pursued me RELENTLESSLY, I repeatedly turned him down but he just kept pursuing me until I gave in!" Wendy protested.
"Well just LOOK at you! Those breasts are very obviously not at all natural! Every man in the galaxy is going to pursue you if you look like that!" Eva defended.
Wendy went silent at this, feeling offended.
"Look, you look really good don't get me wrong, but you look TOO good the way you are, men are just going to throw themselves at you when you look like that." Eva reasoned with conservative victim-blaming "logic".
"So just because men can't control themselves it's MY fault for daring to be attractive?," Wendy asked acidly.
"I called you a slut because you had SO much sex with Adolf, and so LOUD that the entire building heard it! The entire hab block thinks you are a whore now!" Eva attempted to explain.
"Adolf is my husband..." Wendy replied offended.
"Only because he got you PREGNANT out of wedlock!" Eva snapped back.
Wendy was getting frustrated now and was rapidly losing her patience.
Eva sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I know I am being harsh. I just can't help feeling that something is deeply wrong with you, it's spooky".
Wendy gasped indignantly and simply stormed out of the bathroom.
Eva was clearly no fool...
***...
