Chapter 96(orphan)
Franklin was very stoic as he lifted heavy boxes full of guns in a military storage depot for his mandatory community service.
Franklin had been found guilty of "misdemeanour charges" by an extremely quick court case mere hours after being arrested, it had all happened so fast that he couldn't even comprehend the events.
The court case had been a blur. Three female judges had reviewed the entire evidence in less than 5 minutes using wires plugged into their heads, apparently able to process the statements of every single witness as well as all the surveillance footage this quickly, using some sort of bionic brain implants.
The judges had then simply charged Franklin without asking him a single question. It had been an extremely strange system of justice.
Franklin had been sentenced to one week of compulsory community service and mandatory educational classes, and had been fined 1000 script, (which his mother Wendy had immediately paid in cash).
Franklin had then been immediately sent off to his first educational class without even a pause, and was still feeling rather disoriented even now.
The class had gone for one hour, and had been attended with numerous other convicted young misdemeanours. It had been a confusing blur, covering a range of topics about the workings of the local legal system.
From what little Franklin had followed, the Matriarch's domains were apparently a patchwork of different legal systems in different territories, and even different ships had their own local legal systems that could be quite different from each other. It sounded extremely chaotic.
The class had taught him that the Matriarch was currently in the process of trying to make widespread legal reforms, to standardise laws and punishments across her vast empire, but that this process was still very far from complete.
The Matriarch had apparently only conquered Dark Tropic and it's surrounding solar system less than ten years ago, and had established her empire capital on Dark Tropic shortly afterwards. The planet and surrounding solar system had been developing and building with breakneck speed, and had a lot of legal and administrative difficulties that still needed to be solved.
Franklin's mother Wendy was apparently one of the chief bureaucrats behind this administrative streamlining effort, even without being told it was obvious that her handiwork was all over this project, Franklin just knew her so well that he could recognise her work.
Wendy had taken more than an entire year of absence from this project to get Franklin back, using decades of unclaimed leave and every favour she could call in to arrange the unprecedented rescue mission. It was a testament to just how favoured Wendy was that she could take the precious Sevenson flagship the Nightmare Asylum, with a full 300 Night Lords and vast crew, and go on such extended leave right in the middle of what was obviously a MASSIVE government project!
Franklin felt slightly humbled by how much his mother had sacrificed to get him back, and even felt somewhat ashamed of how he had treated her this past year.
Franklin was currently lifting boxes of locally manufactured surplus autoguns onto trucks alongside masses of other convicted misdemeanours, all of the weapons destined for Low Commorragh. It was truly astonishing just how many people were actually charged with misdemeanours in this chaos society.
The Nightmare Asylum had been an almost completely lawless place, where people literally got away with murder, but Dark Tropic was apparently a VERY different kind of place, with an actual centralised justice system.
Dark Tropic had two categories of crimes, petty misdemeanours and serious felonies. Misdemeanours were pretty much anything that caused a significant public nuisance or breach of the peace, ranging from what Franklin did all the way up to small scale violence. Even murder itself was usually considered a misdemeanour except in special cases, as apparently were all but the most horrific rapes! It was a very strange system.
Felonies were only the most serious crimes, like especially bad murders or the murder of certain high ranking people like Sevensons. Slaves of course could be freely murdered by their owners without punishment, and anyone else who murdered a slave usually only had to pay the owner what the slave cost... Pretty standard and reasonable even by Imperium standards, it was a huge relief that they got at least SOME things right!
Felons were usually punished horrifically, often with torture and/or death, but relatively few crimes reached the level of felonies here on Dark Tropic, with the vast majority of law breakers merely being fined and sentenced to a brief stint of community service and educational classes.
Tens of thousands of mostly male misdemeanours were working alongside Franklin in a vast subterranean military storage depot, lifting heavy boxes under the watchful direction of heavily armed and carapace armoured local police officers.
The storage depot was relatively low ceilinged, but had a floor area bigger than even the entire fenced off outer grounds of the Orphanage of Strict Chastisement! The depot was deep underground, easily below sea level, and an entire forest of sturdy pillars held up the immense weight of the gigantic volcanic island above.
The island had many more levels above and below this one, stretching down and down to many secret places storing all manner of evil things. The volcano island was extensively excavated and tunnelled into, to the point that the entire landmass was like a hive city, housing far more than it appeared to from the surface.
The military storage depot Franklin was in right now was apparently just one of many, and it was filled to bursting with metal boxes labeled "30 times Gos-19 battle rifle autoguns, lift with your legs not your back".
Franklin wasn't sure what "Gos" stood for, but guessed that maybe it was the name of whatever planet this pattern of autogun had originally been designed by.
What he did know was that these boxes each contained 30 extremely brutal looking autoguns with quite wide barrels, none of them loaded (some of the men had tried to use them). It seemed that the Matriarch had already had a huge surplus of these guns just lying around in storage, and she was now sending this vast arsenal to Low Commorragh for the ongoing wars.
Franklin guessed that another depot somewhere was filled with ammunition for these guns, probably being loaded into trucks right now by multitudes of other law breakers.
The trucks were being loaded at breakneck speed under the pace set by the merciless police overseers, with multitudes of men moving boxes yet barely seeming to make a dent in the huge stockpile.
Franklin did not speak to others, and just worked in silence, he had nothing to say and just did as directed for hour after hour, moving hundreds and hundreds of heavy boxes of weapons.
There was little else to say.
***...
Adolf hissed with pain as Wendy turned his bare backside bright red with a vicious flexible fibreglass rod, oh sweet Emperor that HURT!
Adolf was naked on his knees, bent submissively forward over the edge of the bed, and obediently holding still for Wendy's sadistic pleasure, trying not to sob from the pain.
To each side of Adolf knelt Octavia and Belzevelle, both bent over the bed with bottoms bright red the same as Adolf, as Wendy moved from one to the other with merciless spankings.
Wendy was currently wearing her usual Dominatrix outfit, albeit currently also wearing a condom covered terrifyingly large strap on dildo! Every one of them had been repeatedly penetrated by the frightening implement tonight!
Adolf had the erection from hell as the fibreglass rod struck his burning bum with sharp agony, Wendy was SO sexy as she beat and dominated him!
Wendy changed rods, getting one that was over three meters long, she flexed it cruelly and then swung, striking all three bums at once with horrifying force!
The three submissives screamed and moaned, and Wendy beat them again with unholy strength!
Adolf flinched in burning agony, but was too ashamed to dare to break with the two girls beside him holding strong.
Wendy was sneering with arrogant sadism, and beating their bums unceasingly as they cried out in pain. Adolf flinched and jumped with every blow, his ass becoming ever more tormented with each strike.
Adolf looked around the massive dungeon bedroom to take his mind off his pain. He was currently down on the planet, in the personal dungeon-palace of Wendy Sevenson.
The palace was a vast above ground stone and concrete and metal torture chamber, the size and shape of a towering armoured skyscraper. Every floor of this vast building belonged to Wendy, and most of the rooms it contained were dedicated to bondage and sex.
Daemonettes infested the entire building, constantly using the rooms and facilities Wendy wasn't using at a given time. Lesbian human pleasure slaves also lived permanently inside the palace, having a never ending tickle torture orgy with each other to praise Slaanesh, apparently often enthusiastically joined by Octavia when Wendy was at work.
The entire building was a monument to sexual excess, and only heavy soundproofing kept it quiet enough to get any sleep at night.
The bedroom Adolf was in filled the entire floor of the skyscraper level it was on, with all the walls knocked out so that the bathroom and other rooms on the floor were all exposed to the entire floor, no privacy whatsoever from Wendy's gaze.
Adolf grunted in dismay as he felt Wendy penetrate him from behind with her giant dildo! Oh FUCK that felt so WRONG!
Adolf gripped the sheets tightly as the huge object forced its way rhythmically in and out of his colon, trying his best not to object.
Adolf then suddenly shrieked with laughter as Wendy's impossibly strong highly skilled fingertips probed his armpits!
Adolf was weak as a kitten in comparison to Wendy's terrible daemon strength here in the chaos hells, and was easily overpowered as she fucked his ass and tickled him almost out of his mind!
Adolf howled with laughter, completely defeated, and his Dominatrix wife was merciless as she completely dominated him with terrible cruelty!
Adolf merely endured his sadistic treatment without complaint, gasping with laughter as Wendy mischievously made him suffer.
"Poor laughing husband, fucked up the ass like my submissive little bitch." Wendy taunted him.
"Yes Mistress Wendy!" Adolf exclaimed through his laughter.
"Take my dildo you sissy little bitch!" Wendy sneered, fucking him even harder.
Adolf submissively pressed his ass into the dildo, softly crying now from his humiliating ordeal.
"Crying like a little girl I see," Wendy mocked him mercilessly.
"Yes Mistress!" Adolf loudly sobbed, feeling completely humiliated and small right now.
Wendy laughed nastily and tickled him so hard that he couldn't get a word out for the next 5 minutes!
Adolf was a sobbing wreck when she finally pulled out of him and moved her attentions to Belzevelle, Adolf was really struggling with his extreme bondage lifestyle.
Adolf eventually cried himself out, and became silent as Wendy began brutally sodomising Octavia. He prayed desperately to the Emperor to give him strength.
Adolf was still praying when the fibreglass rod resumed striking all their bums. He yelped loudly with agony!
Adolf felt traumatised as he was systematically beaten and tickled to tears repeatedly by his merciless wife, he was utterly terrified of her, but his desire for her was even stronger than his fear.
Again and again she broke him down with torture and humiliation, and he could only grovel before the exquisitely beautiful Dominatrix.
Hours later Adolf was groaning with pleasure as Belzevelle sucked his cock, Adolf was sucking Wendy's pussy, Wendy was sucking Octavia, and Octavia was sucking Belzevelle, completing a circle of mouths on loins.
This was the fun part of the night, the part that came after all the torture. This was the time of sex and orgasms, the time of naked gorgeous women doing wonderful things to his private parts.
Adolf groaned in pure bliss and came hard in Belzevelle's mouth. Belzevelle merely swallowed without stopping, and Adolf moaned in fresh bliss as he got hard again.
Wendy squirted on Adolf's face yet again, his face already covered in earlier squirt, and he sighed in bliss at this extremely lovely situation he was in, getting sucked off as a beautiful woman repeatedly squirted on his face!
Adolf felt supremely comfortable as he explored Wendy's soft wet anatomy with his mouth, exploring the depths with his tongue, kissing and sucking the shallows with his lips. Wendy was moaning hoarsely with pleasure from what his mouth was doing, and Adolf felt empowered as he made this woman he adored so much cum so hard.
Adolf reached out with a hand and poked Wendy's bare tummy mischievously. Wendy exploded with hard laughter from the touch, but did not even flinch, disciplined enough to hold still if she wished to.
Adolf was a combination of disappointed and envious at her lack of fidgeting, and grabbed her huge full breast instead, squeezing the soft spongy flesh with his fingers.
Adolf groaned in sexual arousal, enhancing the pleasure of getting his cock sucked, and buried his tongue as deeply as possible inside Wendy's wet depths. This was heaven right here.
"This is nice," Adolf said into Wendy's pussy with a sigh of contentment.
"Hopefully this will be our lives from now on, just peacetime with no more danger. The boys of the family can deal with all the fighting, I just want to return to civilian administration for good," Wendy sighed longingly into Octavia's pussy.
"What about Low Commorragh?," Adolf asked into Wendy's pussy.
"I have been pulled away from that theatre now, other servants of the Matriarch will be handling the war from now on. I have been redeployed to entirely civilian administration, by Slaanesh it's a mess! An entire year of backlogged reports! I will be spending the next few days just reading everything to get up to speed!" Wendy complained into Octavia's pussy.
Adolf came hard in Belzevelle's mouth with a grunt of ecstasy, and just enjoyed the lovely feeling of Wendy's pussy against his face for a while. This really was blissfully lovely!
Wendy's relaxed body language suddenly became tense without warning.
"Shit, Franklin has just arrived home. Adolf you had better get your cock out of Belzevelle just in case he sees," Wendy lamented.
"Are you sure Mistress Wendy?," Adolf asked disappointedly as Belzevelle stopped sucking.
"I have daemonettes stationed as lookouts at the entrance to the palace, they are contacting me through my mark of Slaanesh," Wendy said sadly.
Wendy got her wet pussy out of Adolf's face, and got out of bed, slipping into a sexy lingerie nightie and walking off to greet her misanthrope of a son on a lower floor of the palace.
Adolf and the other submissives all groaned in frustration at this interruption to their pleasure, damn Franklin!
With Wendy no longer in sight, Adolf lost all sexual interest due to his ring, and was completely sexually indifferent to the naked Octavia and Belzevelle on the bed with him. Adolf was horny as hell in the presence of Wendy, but without her even Octavia was of no sexual interest to him!
Octavia and Belzevelle were seemingly not so limited by their rings, and began erotically kissing each other in Wendy's absence, naked bodies rubbing together.
Adolf was completely disinterested, and got up to go join Wendy.
Adolf put on one of Wendy's bright pink girly dressing gowns, which barely fitted him, and padded barefoot after his beloved wife, longing to resume touching her.
Adolf walked past countless empty bondage devices on this floor, and reached a group of elevators that serviced the entire vast building. Adolf pushed the "down" button on the wall near the elevators, and waited.
One of the elevators arrived swiftly, and Adolf entered, pushing the button to take him to the ground floor where Wendy probably was.
Adolf exited the elevator after a brief descent, and walked into a huge marble plated ground floor lobby patrolled by squads of security daemonettes.
The lobby was the same dimly lit lighting level as the rest of Wendy's home, just enough for a normal human to see adequately if they had spent a few days getting their eyes accustomed to the dark. Adolf saw everything in the black and white vision of night sight, all shades of grey without any colours.
The daemonettes ignored him as he walked, recognising him as Wendy's husband with every right to be here, and Adolf gratefully walked past these hell spawned daemons of chaos, single minded in his search for Wendy.
Adolf noticed a pink light ahead, and assumed it was the glow of Wendy's mark of Slaanesh, walking eagerly towards it.
He turned a corner and saw the towering Sevenson Matriarch standing under the high ceiling of the entrance foyer!
Adolf yelped with fright and abased himself before her on one knee!
The mighty daemon spared him barely a glance and then ignored him, and Adolf saw that she was softly talking with Wendy and Franklin, who were down by her feet, barely noticeable in comparison to the towering immortal.
Adolf was afraid, but his desire for Wendy was stronger than his fear, and he cautiously approached his wife, giving her lingerie nightie clad body a loving cuddle from behind, arms around her tummy.
Wendy leaned back into the cuddle, and Adolf discreetly copped a feel of her boobs, smelling her hair as his erection poked against her from behind.
"So adorable. So my little Wendy has finally fallen for a MAN, you must be really something to turn a lesbian like Wendy," the Matriarch said affectionately.
Adolf blushed at this praise, not sure how to respond.
"He is, he just loves me absolutely unconditionally no matter what I do to him. I wouldn't have remained sane without Adolf to get me through, he is my hero," Wendy said sincerely.
Adolf flushed with pride at this praise, and Wendy leaned her head back to erotically lick the side of his face! So hot!
"The Emperor sent Adolf to rescue my sinful mother from lesbian depravity," Franklin proclaimed like a nasty shit.
"Lets see..." the Matriarch said softly.
Long tongues shot out of mouths all over the Matriarch's body, and wrapped around Adolf's entire head!
Adolf recoiled in horror as his face was tightly wrapped with the wet tongues! Eww!
Adolf couldn't escape! The tongues were too strong!
The tongues suddenly let go, and Adolf ducked down between Wendy's legs as cover.
"What an amazing guy! This one is a real keeper Wendy, don't ever lose this one," the Matriarch sighed in blissful awe.
"I know right!? I love him so much! He is just PERFECT!" Wendy gushed.
Adolf was still feeling shocked from the tongues, but was now blushing and feeling really good about himself.
"He is WORTHY of my little Wendy, I will give you that much young Franklin Sevenson. This man would die for Wendy without hesitation, he is completely devoted to her, utterly worthy of her. And yes young Franklin, Adolf DOES indeed worship the Emperor of the Imperium..." The Matriarch allowed.
"Ha! Adolf will lead my mother to salvation and turn her from her wicked ways! He will bring righteousness to all this degenerate sinfulness!" Franklin laughed triumphantly.
"Spoken like a true fanatic extremist... Adolf will undoubtedly have a positive effect on Wendy, but what you suggest is merely madness. The Emperor has his intrigues, just as the chaos gods do, but that doesn't mean that he will undo everything I have created, you FOOL!" The Matriarch snapped.
"You are the one who is a fool..." Franklin retorted...
The entire room suddenly erupted with daemonic snarling from both Wendy and the Matriarch, and Franklin was instantly being viciously attacked by both of the fearsome females!
Adolf huddled down on the floor in terror as savage violence ensued, with Franklin being sent flying all across the room from repeated mighty blows from both females!
Adolf crawled for cover behind a marble wall corner, and kept out of the way as Franklin was brutally beaten up for daring to call the Matriarch a fool to her face! STUPID boy!
Adolf waited a full ten minutes before cautiously crawling back to Wendy. Franklin was now unconscious and laying beaten half to death on the floor, with the two females angrily towering over him, barely restraining their further wrath on the unconscious teenager.
Adolf fearfully kissed Wendy's bare feet as she stood imperiously, and she instantly sat down on his back like a seat.
"What a little turd! If he wasn't a Sevenson I would EAT him right now!" The Matriarch growled, referring to Franklin.
"I am honestly at my wits end with Franklin, he has been absolutely beastly ever since I got him back! If he wasn't my own son I probably would have killed him by now," Wendy agreed angrily.
Adolf wasn't stupid enough to say anything at all, merely grovelling submissively at Wendy's feet as the two females vented their potentially deadly rage with harmless talking.
The pair of mighty women were in united agreement that Franklin was "an insolent foolish boy", "an obnoxious teenager", and generally "a pain in the ass", and they eventually calmed down over the course of time, until they no longer seemed prone to dangerous violence.
Adolf spoke up.
"It is just Franklin's religious extremism he was indoctrinated with, he will come around in time," Adolf reassured them.
"Religious extremism?, Franklin isn't a "religious" extremist he is a POLITICAL FASCIST, religion itself is a morally neutral thing, the problem is that the Imperium mixes religion with the political philosophy of a full blown human ethnostate fascism, where mutants and aliens and heretics and non-fascists are purged to allow for a "pure" galactic human ethnostate to be set up. The aspect of religion is nothing but a weapon in the arsenal of fascism to get the masses to support the system." The Matriarch said gravely.
Adolf blinked in confusion at this, not entirely following.
"If Franklin or you or anyone else worships the Emperor as purely a religion in my domains then I honestly don't mind, but I insist that they leave their POLITICS outside, it is not welcome here," the Matriarch clarified.
"OH! I think I understand what you mean. But I think that it is a bit more complicated with Franklin to seperate the religion from the politics," Adolf replied respectfully.
"He had better learn how, and FAST, I do NOT tolerate any competition to my absolute dictatorial political power in my realms," the Matriarch hissed.
"You are like the Emperor of your own domains?," Adolf asked very respectfully.
"I am no God-Emperor, I REFUSE to be worshipped above blessed Slaanesh! I am merely a benevolent dictator, a Queen doing her best for her many subjects and royal family dynasty. My power is purely political and military, nothing more," the Matriarch chuckled humbly.
"If you don't mind me asking, how is that different from this "fascism" you say the Imperium is?," Adolf politely inquired very carefully.
"Because I am not trying to create a racially "cleansed" ethnostate. I am completely indifferent to the race or species of my subjects, be they human or mutant or alien or whatever. Belzevelle the Dark Eldar for example is welcome to become a citizen of my realms in a way that no Imperium planet would ever allow. I corruptly favour my own kin with shameless nepotism, but I am extremely indifferent about the races of the general citizens of my realms," the Matriarch explained.
"I freely let all races join my realms as immigrants, and grant almost instantaneous citizenship to all. If I was a fascist, then I would be doing something ridiculous like say, building a giant border wall to keep out races or ethnic groups I didn't like, and issuing travel bans to keep out people who didn't fit the desired race or ethnic group, perhaps using religious justification or made up concerns about crime to hide my blatant racism. That would be a textbook example of ethnostate fascism policy"
"A fascist is a supremely manipulative liar who will muddy the waters at every stage to hide their true agenda, and their ultimate agenda will always be eventual ethnic cleansing through some form or other, and the creation of an ethnically pure society, with all deviant elements completely removed. They will be ultra nationalistic and heavily tariff or outright ban all foreign trade to their emerging ethnostate. They will clamp down on and attack the press, and demand the imprisonment and/or death of political opponents. The Imperium of Man is all of these things."
"I on the other hand am merely a dictator/absolute monarch, and a fairly benevolent one as dictators go. I don't care about race, and I actually give a shit about the wellbeing of my subjects and am at least trying my best to keep everyone as comfortable as possible," the Matriarch finished humbly.
Adolf gasped in astonished comprehension.
"Franklin is a full blown fascist who happens to be hyper religious, but the problem was NEVER the religiosity. He hates aliens and mutants and sexual deviation precisely because these things threaten the homogeneous purity of the galactic human ethnostate. THAT is the problem with Franklin!" The Matriarch stated with terrible gravity.
"But what about his relationship with Violet?," Adolf asked.
"That is evidence of personal growth in Franklin, but the relationship is still highly dysfunctional and blatantly racist. Franklin is DEEPLY sexually attracted to Violet physically, but his mind hates her for not being what he considers pure. He is caught in a paradox he doesn't know how to resolve, and this paradox may one day set him free of fascism, I hope..." The Matriarch offered hopefully.
Adolf hoped she was right...
***...
