Chapter 95(orphan)
Choppy Tits was astonished as she lay down on her completely free very own bed, on mass produced but adequate completely free sheets, in her VERY OWN COMPLETELY FREE APARTMENT HOME!
These things had just been given to her FOR FREE! No strings attached!
The Choppy part of Choppy Tits had NEVER possessed so much as a citizen of the Imperium of Man. Choppy had been born homeless into extreme poverty, killing just to survive, never having a home or much in the way of belongings, just desperate and starving. The Emperor had never even given shit to Choppy! But the Sevenson Matriarch was giving Choppy a fucking HOME for FREE!
Choppy Tits was the proud owner of a single room, 5 meters long by 5 meters wide, with a three meter high ceiling. The floor was covered with some sort of tough plastic sheeting, and the walls were made of stone blocks and mortar, with plastic electrical pipes held to the walls by screwed brackets, running from floor to ceiling, and out to wall sockets and a single ceiling light and light switch. The apartment room had no windows, and was just one of hundreds on this floor, and this floor was one of tens in this public apartment building.
Choppy Tit's home was an apartment building built inside a vast rotating cylinder habitat up in orbit of Dark Tropic. The apartment building seemed to be built out of cut chunks of local rocky asteroids that presumably had no valuable mineral content, all mortared together very solidly. This building was one of countless thousands of identical adjacent buildings, providing completely free housing for the masses.
The room had a mass produced large aluminium bed, with a mass produced foam mattress, pillows, sheets, blankets and pillow cases. It had a small folding aluminium dinner table, with 4 foldable aluminium chairs. It had a lockable box for personal belongings, and a cheap wardrobe dresser cabinet for keeping clothes in.
The entire floor shared communal facilities for cooking and laundry and bathing, unisex toilets and communal showers, with free soap and detergent, free dryers and washing machines, free towels to dry with, and MOST importantly free synthetic toilet paper!
Food and water and power was free, they had free medical care, it was just a complete PARADISE!
Choppy Tits lay on her exquisite bed and praised Slaanesh for such wonderful generosity, unable to believe how lucky she was.
Choppy Tits looked around her wonderful new single room home. The walls were decorated with inspiring posters about the beautiful Sevenson Matriarch, with glorious images of her standing heroically, with boldly written inspiring slogans.
"The Matriarch cares about YOU!", a poster boldly proclaimed.
"Without the Matriarch, ALL of your blessings DISAPPEAR! Keep HER in power and life STAYS good!" Another poster warned.
"I gave you everything for free, I am your friend. I am YOUR Matriarch!" Another heroic poster quoted her.
Choppy Tits noticed a very distinctive theme in these and other posters, the message that life was good because the heroic benevolent Matriarch had absolute power, and that without her in power the people would all go back to extreme poverty and starvation.
Choppy Tits knew blatant propaganda when she saw it, but had to admit that it was still most likely actually TRUE propaganda! Choppy Tits had a home, food, medicine and comfort, all absolutely free, and the Sevenson Matriarch was the ONLY being Choppy Tits had ever encountered who offered such wonderful things! Choppy Tits had little doubt that this gravy train would end if the Matriarch lost power, so keeping her in power was in the best interests of Choppy Tits.
Choppy Tits stretched luxuriously and got up, walking to her wardrobe. She opened it up expectantly, but was disappointed to find it completely bare of any free clothing!
An information sticker inside the bare wardrobe read, "Clothing not provided. Clothing must be purchased with script currency. To get script currency to buy clothing, visit your local job recruitment centre today."
Choppy Tits shrugged, that was fair enough she guessed. The Matriarch was already giving away SO much stuff for free, and one could live without clothes. People could at the very least get a job to buy the nonessentials of life!
Choppy Tits was already perpetually naked and used to it, but she wouldn't mind getting some bras to give her heavy boobs some much needed support. Some sort of belt bag to carry things in would also be nice, and maybe some shoes?
Choppy Tits also wouldn't mind getting a whole lot of other stuff come to think of it. Now that she had a home with a lock, she could actually accumulate some belongings she had always dreamed about having, she could make it really nice in here.
Choppy Tits decided that she should at least check out the job recruitment centre in her building, it couldn't hurt to see what jobs were available...
***...
Franklin Sevenson was disgusted as he attended the depraved "party" in the Matriarch's unholy palace. This was even worse than his sinful mother!
Almost every person in the entire palace was currently naked, including even the Night Lords, and almost all of these naked people were joined at the loins with other naked people! Disgusting!
The palace itself was so big that it would make a cathedral look small in comparison, a vast towering structure of decadence and excess on the shore of the mighty island.
The palace was utterly filled with daemonettes and human sex slaves, all engaged in every act imaginable, (and several acts that were unimaginable)! Every filthy fetish, every type of penetration, every act of bondage and sexualised torture, ALL of it was being committed to revolting excess by multitudes of figures!
Franklin and his nuns and the other decent people were standing clothed in a tight huddle, keeping away from the filthy degeneracy in a relatively empty room of the absurdly large palace.
The vast room was lit very dimly by a few feeble night lights at the bottom skirting boards of the walls, and the light was too weak to show the shadowed ceiling or much else for that matter. The group huddled right beside one of the dim lights, letting them at least see each other.
Franklin cautiously drew on the power of the Emperor, and a glowing golden dove appeared in his hand, filling the room with a brilliant golden light. Franklin tossed the glowing golden dove up in the air, and it flew all the way up to the surprisingly high ceiling, and perched on a lip of decorative masonry near the ceiling, illuminating the entire room.
The room was revealed to be some sort of art room, filled with massive paintings of Night Lords and the Matriarch, and portraits of various Sevensons. The room had very little furniture, just thousands of paintings hung all over the gigantic walls all the way up to near the ceiling.
On one wall of the room was a vast closed glass door leading out to a giant empty balcony, the doorway built to the scale of the gigantic Matriarch. Beyond the balcony was only darkness, and the dark glass merely showed a mirror image of the well lit interior of the room.
Franklin's group of nuns and converted heretics was smaller than it had been previously, as Adolf and Belzevelle were currently with Wendy engaged in some sexual act. The children were all in a (relatively) wholesome nursery room in the palace, being cared for by dedicated nanny slaves, thank the Emperor for that!
The remaining group began to join together in prayer, filling the room with soft murmured prayers, slightly drowned out by the sounds of the orgy in the rest of the palace.
"By the holy machine god! It sure is bright!" A slightly mechanical sounding erotic female voice said loudly up a short hallway outside the room.
"That's just Franklin I think, be careful Labia, he can be really horrible!" Octavia's slutty voice loudly responded to the first.
"He won't kill us will he Octavia?," the first voice asked.
"No, but he is still not a very nice person, don't go in there Labia, he's really mean!" Octavia implored.
"Have no fear honoured blood mother or fair damsel Octavia, I shall put his head on the Skull Throne if he threatens you," a harsh male voice said chivalrously.
"You are such a gentleman my son, but please do TRY to refrain from lethal violence this time, not all rude men are in need of beheading," the mechanical sounding first female voice fussed in a motherly tone.
"As you wish honourable blood mother. Come fair damsels, I will keep you safe from this "Franklin" knave," the harsh male voice said courteously.
"Ok... Bad touching dear!" Octavia replied.
"By the Blood God! I do beg your pardon fair Octavia!"
"It's ok dear, just don't get too close," Octavia reassured.
"I shall walk ahead of you fair damsel, I shall keep you safe by Khorne," the harsh voice replied with knightly chivalry.
Franklin and his nuns all flinched as something huge and hairy haunched naked into the room, over 6 feet tall, completely covered in thick coarse black hair, and muscled like some great ape, burlier even then Franklin!
The naked thing had red skin, absolutely HUGE hairy private parts, a bestial partially canine face, and had short thick horns growing out of his forehead. In one hand he held a huge blood stained double headed axe, and with his other hand he chivalrously ushered forward Octavia and a second woman, both women totally naked.
The unknown woman was exquisitely lovely, only second to Octavia and Wendy in sheer sex appeal, she had extremely long platinum blonde hair, an extremely elegant face, and was bulging in all the most sexy places, simply sublime. Her naked body was flawless and completely human, and lacked any chaos marks or other blemishes.
The woman gazed intently at Franklin, looking him up and down thoughtfully. Franklin stood his ground in silence.
"So this is the famous Franklin, the one who survived Galit unharmed..." The woman said softly in a slightly mechanical voice filled with deep emotional depth.
The huge hairy monster with the axe showed interested body language at these words.
"Yes Labia, that's Franklin, Franklin this here is Labia," Octavia introduced.
"Hello Franklin, I am Magos Technicus Labia Nipple Johnson, of the Dark Mechanicum, feel free to call me Labia." The woman introduced herself.
The woman turned to the burly hairy thing with the axe.
"This here is my son..." Labia introduced awkwardly.
"I have a name mother," the son pressed.
"Yes... My son is named... Lord BicepFist..."
Franklin and the nuns all spluttered, thinking they misheard!
"His FATHER insisted on choosing that name..." Labia clarified defensively.
The burly "Lord BicepFist" hefted up his axe threateningly, daring any to laugh at his name. No one dared laugh...
"His father is the Greater Daemon of Khorne, Galit the Beheadinator, the one who captured Franklin on Lavender Furnace." Labia explained.
Franklin looked at Lord BicepFist with renewed interest, and could now clearly see the familial resemblance to Galit.
"No wings or hoofs?," Franklin asked, almost disappointedly.
"Alas no, I fear that I mostly take after my blood mother in that regard," Lord BicepFist said curtly, with honourable manners.
"Your father Galit was the most honourable daemon I have ever met," Franklin said very carefully.
The bestial face of Lord BicepFist split into a huge smile at these words.
"He fought with honour, it took the combined firepower of hundreds of Night Lords to slay him in battle," Franklin carefully added.
Lord BicepFist drank in these words with hungry relish, and sighed softly in bliss at the mental image.
"Such chivalry!" Lord BicepFist sighed in rapture.
"Yes yes, he is very manly and all, but is Galit still trying to ABDUCT us?!" Labia pressed fearfully.
Franklin nodded regretfully.
Labia cursed in dismay.
"I knew with certain logic that he would, but my emotions had still hoped that maybe he would pursue me no more. I will need to maintain heightened security," Labia lamented.
"I will defend you with my life blood mother! Honour demands that I keep you from cruel captivity!" Lord BicepFist proclaimed heroically.
"If you did that, Galit would just kill you and I would lose my son. If I must be kidnapped then I at least want you alive with me! Don't make your mother grieve your death on top of being taken captive!" Labia reprimanded.
Lord BicepFist paused at this, apparently caught in some inner dilemma of honour, and his bestial face looked extremely confused.
"I will just keep running from Galit, like I always do. I will remain free of him my son, no need to fight him," Labia reassured her hairy son.
Lord BicepFist snorted angrily at this cowardly suggestion.
"Come Labia and Lord BicepFist, lets return to the orgy," Octavia whined unhappily, Labia hesitantly nodded in agreement and said goodbye to Franklin.
"Very well, I shall resume impaling damsels fair on my manhood, onwards!" Lord BicepFist agreed gleefully, giant penis becoming erect now.
The huge hairy creature barrelled off and Franklin could soon hear bestial snorts and grunts, animal sounds of sex mingled with the sexual screams of a human woman.
"With my lance of flesh I conquer you fair maiden! To bed a maiden is the TRUE test of a warrior's male potency, and by Khorne I shall NOT be found lacking!" Lord BicepFist loudly proclaimed from the orgy outside as the woman screamed herself hoarse with pleasure.
The nuns all blinked at these bizarre sounds, and exchanged glances.
"Is "Lord" his first name, or is it a title?," Sister Mary whispered curiously.
"I thought his first name is "Bicep" and his last name is "Fist", I thought Lord was just an official title of nobility?," Sister Brooke suggested.
"I need a new maiden, this one has swooned! YOU! Take my mighty rod fair damsel!" Lord BicepFist's bestial voice carried through the air, followed by fresh female moaning.
"This situation is utterly ridiculous!" Mother Superior complained as the noises continued.
Loud animal grunting echoed deafeningly through the room!
"By Khorne! I will cum!" Lord BicepFist roared.
(Animal roar)
"Fresh maidens! This one is spent!"
Franklin and his group were in dismay now.
The nuns found a control panel on the wall beside the balcony door, set at normal human height, and at the push of a button the huge glass doorway slid open.
The group heard the sounds of strong winds and a rhythmic heavy crashing roaring through the open doorway, and gratefully went out onto the massive balcony. The orgy sounds were almost completely drowned out by the loud noises outside.
Franklin's supernatural glowing dove followed them out, seemingly unaffected by the wind, and perched high above them on a nook in the outside wall of the palace, glowing so bright that it illuminated the balcony as well as everything the light touched for hundreds of meters.
The wind was surprisingly warm and humid for an ocean planet with no light and no sun worth mentioning, it was balmy and extremely pleasant, warm but not uncomfortably hot, just absolutely perfect. The palace was obviously air conditioned, as was everywhere else he had been so far, this balcony now was his first time outside on Dark Tropic.
The balcony seemed to be about 60 meters up above the ground, though it was hard to tell with the angle of the light from the dove causing a huge shadow on the ground from the balcony.
The dove flew up in the air, high over the lip of the balcony out of the way, and glided in place to give a better angle of light below.
Franklin immediately saw a vast sand shoreline below, just a bit beyond the foot of the palace, with dark foaming water near the shoreline crashing in strange tumbling large ripple patterns that Franklin had never seen before. The tumbling water patterns were very loud even at this modest distance, and churned up the water to a foam that then repeatedly washed over the sand.
The sand shoreline and shallows were filled with naked people from the orgy in the palace, the orgy having apparently spilled out of ground level open doorways and out across the shoreline. The naked people were currently shielding their eyes in dismay against the light, many of them blindly running about in the glare, totally lost. Some people ran into each other, others got knocked over by the tumbling water patterns, and some even seemed to be drowning in the water...
Franklin decided that he should probably dispel his supernatural golden dove for a while before anyone died, and the dove vanished instantly.
Franklin and his group sat in the complete darkness for the count of 500 heartbeats, and Franklin very cautiously summoned the dove once more.
The golden light immediately showed that they were now surrounded by sinister silent Night Lords, just about giving them all a heart attack!
"Turn the light OFF!" Sinister Night Lord voices hissed at them.
Franklin obediently dispelled the dove once again, and felt himself being led back inside off the balcony by his fellow Night Lords.
"Some of my beloved children almost drowned in the surf thanks to your light... Very bright light is strictly forbidden by law in all outdoor areas of Dark Tropic for both defence and public safety reasons... Congratulations Franklin, you are now under arrest after less than a day on Dark Tropic..." The voice of the Matriarch hissed in the darkness.
"Wait! What will happen to him?!" Sister Mary's voice pleaded.
"The courts will try him on charges of causing unsafe lighting levels in an outside place, a misdemeanour class offence, and decide his guilt or innocence. If Franklin is found guilty he will most likely be sentenced to some sort of useful community service for a brief period of time, a compulsory education class about the local laws and their importance, and probably a monetary fine of some sort, which Wendy and Luke will have to pay on his behalf." The Matriarch hissed.
"Take him away to police processing," the Matriarch commanded with an exasperated sigh.
"Yes Matriarch," Night Lord voices replied, and Franklin was manhandled away...
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