Chapter 104(orphan)

(Author's note, interesting suggestion about Franklin battling the brood father. To be honest this story already has such a huge body count that I was actively trying to tone down the violence haha. With my daughter sleeping a bit better recently I have found more spare time to write, so am making the most of it to write some chapters. I will try to work your idea into the story. Anyone else who has suggestions please let me know, I love reviews and general feedback.)

Mortals and daemonettes were fucking passionately in a giant sweaty orgy all along the streets in the utter darkness of the daemon world Dark Tropic.

None of the humans could see a thing in the inky blackness, but none of them really needed to see, guided solely by touch as they penetrated each other or were themselves penetrated.

The vast majority of the entire planet technically worshipped chaos undivided, but undivided included the worship of Slaanesh. Dark Tropic was ruled by the Slaanesh Daemon Princess the Sevenson Matriarch, and the local laws heavily incentivised the locals to worship Slaanesh above the other 3 gods.

The planet was a wall to wall fuck fest at any given moment, but not always in the same location. The huge anonymous orgies tended to slowly migrate through the streets, as new mortals arrived to join and others left to find water and food, resulting in a completely random "creep" in completely random directions over time.

Entire divisions of Slaanesh daemons frolicked in the dark streets, summoned from the warp in multitudes by this eternal sexual excess, and these daemons enthusiastically joined in with the creeping orgies.

Slaanesh worshipping chaos civilian and former imperial navy rating Sigmund Smith moaned loudly, as he penetrated something with breasts and a vagina in the dark.

Sigmund was naked and couldn't see a thing, he liked that he couldn't see a thing. Sigmund imagined that every woman he fucked in the dark was young, gorgeous, and completely human. The darkness let him be blissfully unaware if any of them were disturbing mutant things.

Yes, no mutants here, just gorgeous young women in the dark. Sigmund hated mutants, always had.

Sigmund groaned in ecstasy as he came hard inside the mystery woman, and pulled out of her to recover his stamina. He was covered in sweat, and the balmy humid air wasn't helping.

All around him were naked bodies and the sounds of the orgy. Hands of strangers were feeling around everywhere in the dark, feeling him all over to determine his sex in the darkness.

Sigmund made a point of laying on his back to protect his backside from unwanted sodomy, and lay catching his strength as the orgy continued.

Hands touched his penis, and a moment later something with a vagina was straddling his lap, guiding his penis inside her.

Sigmund didn't mind this at all, and just lay relaxedly letting the female on top do all the work as he cooled down in the warm ocean breeze.

Sigmund had no idea what time it was, he was essentially homeless despite owning a home, and spent almost every waking moment having casual sex in orgies, stopping only to eat, drink, toilet, sleep, and occasionally wash himself.

Food and water was completely free to citizens on Dark Tropic, at least basic food at any rate, healthcare for sexual and other diseases was free, and free public bathing facilities were widely available everywhere. A person could just have sex all day everyday for years at a time without worrying about basic survival.

Sigmund generally slept wherever on the ground, usually falling unconscious while penetrating a woman, and had little knowledge of the general passage of time.

Sigmund messily orgasmed, and decided to seek food and water before continuing. He checked for the direction of the wind and the heat of the overhead lava pipe to get his general bearings, and crawled very carefully through the orgy with the aid of touch.

After only a few unwanted sodomies in the dark, Sigmund felt his way to the entrance doorway of one of the nearby buildings, and entered cautiously to use a water faucet and maybe steal some food or at least get directions to free food services.

Very dim light met his dilated eyes inside, but to his dark accustomed eyes the light seemed bright as day, making him squint for a moment before adjusting to it.

This building seemed strangely uninhabited for a building on Dark Tropic, and further inside he could hear the sound of a buzzing electric blade and chanting praising Nurgle.

Sigmund superstitiously prayed to Slaanesh to protect him from diseases, absentmindedly making the sign of the Emperor with his hands despite worshipping a chaos god now.

Sigmund was a former Emperor worshipping puritan, and when he converted to worship Slaanesh he had not bothered to learn any new theology, merely changing the name of the god he prayed to and having more sex than before. His old religious superstitions were largely unchanged due to this lack of reflection, and he could easily pass for an Emperor worshipper in general conversation.

Sigmund was nervous but curious, and crept forward to see what was going on with the chanting and electric buzzing.

He peeked through a doorway into a large room, and saw a group of horrific Nurgle cultists gathered in a circle around the base of a huge vertical glass pipe whose inside was caked with thick gore.

The sounds of a giant electric circular blade buzzed loudly inside the gore obscured bottom of the glass pipe, and around the base of the pipe the floor was painted with all sorts of arcane symbols and circles sacred to Nurgle.

Without warning a vast swarm of tyranid hormagaunts tumbled down the pipe in free fall!

(GRIND!)

Fresh gore sprayed all over the inside of the tube, making Sigmund cry out in shock!

The cadaverous Nurgle cultists turned at the cry, and peered at Sigmund, curious rather than hostile.

Sigmund grinned sheepishly and made to back away.

"Sigmund?," a skeletal Nurgle plague zombie rasped in recognition.

"Um, yes..." Sigmund confirmed hesitantly to the rotting zombie.

"It's me! I haven't seen you in AGES!" The zombie gushed enthusiastically.

"Um, I'm sorry, who are you again?," Sigmund asked uncertainly.

"It's me, Rat Abernathy." The zombie reminded him happily.

"Oh YOU! The plague zombie Wendy knows." Sigmund exclaimed in recognition.

"I'm not a zombie I'm a PERSON! How dare you! Do I LOOK like a zombie to you?! Huh?!" Rat erupted indignantly.

Sigmund looked the reeking skeletal dead looking woman up and down, noting her horrifically burned dead looking skin, thin strands of grey hair from her mostly bald head, decaying bionic eyes that let her see, and noticeable ridiculously large breast implants that looked completely out of place on this dead looking creature.

"Um, I'm sorry, you look fine," Sigmund lied fearfully.

"(Gurgling sigh), It is forgiven, I just get triggered by that word." Rat reconciled.

Sigmund nodded carefully.

"So... What brings you here?," Rat asked, breaking the tension.

"I was actually looking for food and water..."

"Ah, we have plenty of food and water to share," Rat offered, gesturing over to a reeking pile of mouldering food and a cauldron of vile scummy water.

"Um, I, I, never mind, I am honestly not hungry or thirsty anymore..."

"Oh I insist!"

"Um, what is this place?," Sigmund quickly changed the subject.

"Oh this?, This building is a tyranid farm, it breeds hormagaunts as sacrificial souls. Look look, more are falling down!" Rat explained cheerfully.

(GRIND!)

"Hundreds are bred every minute, they grow up to adults in only 2 hours. They lay lots of eggs and then get dropped in the blender at the bottom of this pipe here. The eggs then hatch and repeat the process."

"Look look, this circle thing on the floor around the blender blades is a sacrificial circle. Anything that dies in the circle, it's soul goes straight to Nurgle!"

"We are keeping the ritual going on behalf of the Sevenson Matriarch, this tyranid soul farm used to sacrifice only to Slaanesh, but now it is paying off the soul debt to Nurgle after Lavender Furnace. The planet has thousands of farms like this paying Nurgle at the moment."

Sigmund nodded politely.

"Oh that reminds me, your daughter Violet has been looking everywhere for you!" Rat suddenly announced.

Sigmund cringed at this mention of his unholy mutant witch of a daughter, he didn't like to be reminded that an unclean mutant had sprung from his own loins.

"I haven't seen her recently..." Sigmund said carefully.

"Well she is looking for you, you need to go see her, she is getting married," Rat adamantly insisted.

"Violet is getting married?," Sigmund asked in surprise.

"Yes, and you need to be at the wedding, nobody could find you for her first wedding attempt, she can't get married without you there!" Rat scolded him in a croaking voice.

Sigmund was shocked.

"Her wedding day was canceled because I wasn't there?!" Sigmund exclaimed mortified.

"Um, well also because Chappie ran amok and ruined the wedding venue..." Rat said sadly.

Sigmund flinched at the name of his ex-wife TigerLily's accursed pet. He didn't want to be anywhere near that viciously hungry thing!

"Um, ok, I will find Violet. Actually can you call her to come here now?"

(BANG!)

"What was that?"

"(Hiss!) Come brothers! Let us liberate our tyranid comrades!" A hissing inhuman voice loudly shouted from another part of the building.

Explosions and gunfire was now echoing throughout the building!

"Someone is stealing Nurgle's offerings!" Rat exclaimed indignantly and pulled out a rusty corroded laspistol from her decaying clothing.

The Nurgle cultists all pulled out weapons and shambled slowly in the direction of the sounds of mayhem.

Sigmund was unarmed and stark naked, and decided that he didn't really want to be here right now.

He ran away with all his might and fled the building.

He tripped over the orgy outside, and frantically clambered blindly over the writhing bodies, wanting to get as far away as possible.

Gunfire and explosions sounded deafeningly loudly from the building behind him, and the noise disrupted the orgy, making everyone stand up and mill about!

The vicious demonic hissing of multitudes of Slaanesh daemons filled the air, and Sigmund was suddenly barged aside by a huge stampede of fiends and daemonette cavalry charging towards the building.

Sigmund huddled in a ball on the ground as he was almost trampled by this vast demonic stampede, and the sounds of terrible violence sounded from the direction of the building in the utter darkness.

(Loud tyranid hissing)

(Screaming and mayhem)

Sigmund couldn't see a thing, and blundered terrified through the milling crowd.

Behind him was the sounds of hormagaunts loose in the crowd and people screaming as they died!

The hormagaunts were out of their cages and murdering the blinded crowd in a brutal rampage!

Sigmund couldn't see anything! The crowd was jolting him in all directions!

Sigmund ran for dear life, unsure what dangers were around him in the dark!

The hormagaunts could see clearly in the dark but Sigmund couldn't!

More daemons knocked him over in the dark, he could hear them fighting with the hormagaunts close behind him!

Sigmund slammed into the railing of a subway ramp!

Sigmund blindly vaulted over the railing in the complete darkness!

He was falling!

Sigmund landed awkwardly on the heads of a crowd of people, knocking the wind out of himself.

Sigmund gasped for breath as he followed the crowd further down the entrance ramp.

Light was up ahead.

The crowd ran screaming into the dimly lit subway shopping area, fleeing in the direction of the platforms.

Beside him was mutants and heretics and other lost damned wretches, most of them naked and all fleeing for their lives.

The crowd split up heading towards different platforms at random, Sigmund ran on towards one of the emptier platforms.

He sprinted onto the platform, running the entire length to the end as a massive surge of people followed behind him.

The trains came very regularly on Dark Tropic, it wouldn't take long.

The platform was rapidly filling with screaming people, the crowd was jostling so much that people were falling onto the tracks!

Sigmund couldn't see a thing through the crowd now, pressed against the middle of the far wall of the platform by a dense mass of people.

The sounds of a train approached.

People screamed from the tracks...

(SPLAT!)

The train was at the platform now!

The crowd surged into the train, and Sigmund pushed and shoved to get inside!

The crowd stopped moving, the train was full!

Sigmund wailed in horror as the train left without him!

The platform was STILL crowded with screaming people.

The wait continued...

Another train was approaching from the other side of the platform!

Sigmund pushed and shoved through the crowd, and was right in front of a door when the train stopped.

Sigmund ran onto the train and took the first seat he found, next to a window.

The train doors closed and they were away!

Looking out the window Sigmund could see screaming people on the platform. Just before the train left view he saw hormagaunts entering the platform to attack the doomed crowd!

Sigmund sighed in relief as the train sped on, that had been a close call!

***...

Slaaneshi Chaos Sorceress Violet Smith was tied to a chair in her own home, laughing hysterically from Franklin's touch, pleading for mercy as he probed and squeezed her body in punishment for today's sins.

Violet was in absolute hell, but she was also absolutely wet as fuck...

Despite the events of the aborted wedding (and all conventional wisdom), Violet was STILL engaged to marry Franklin in the extremely near future, and the mere thought of being Franklin's highly submissive wife made Violet wet as wet could be!

Violet cackled uncontrollably from his touch, tickled nearly to tears as she bucked and thrashed in her chair. She felt thrills of submissive fear towards Franklin, terrified of him but yearning for more regardless.

Violet howled with fresh peals of laughter, and wet herself very heavily!

Franklin still didn't stop!

"Please Master! It TICKLES!" Violet begged.

"Don't make me double your punishment!" Franklin reprimanded her sternly.

Violet groaned in submissive bliss at this threat, fountaining with wetness, and tried to finger herself.

Franklin snarled and grabbed both her wrists together in one of his massive strong hands, holding her arms defenceless above her head, her body now totally vulnerable! YES!

Violet screamed as his other hand squeezed and probed her completely helpless belly, sending her into convulsions of intense sensations, to the delight of her cruel god Slaanesh.

Violet was a laughing, utterly aroused wet mess under her fiancé's merciless domination, yearning to be fucked right now.

Oh why couldn't the wedding come already so he would fuck her brains out!

Violet was catatonic with laughter when one of her many female bird mutant cousins hesitantly entered the room wearing ridiculously cute bright pink girly pyjamas.

Ever since the loss of their casino home, the vast Clan Muhammad had been squatting in the homes of every bird mutant relative who had the room for them, including Violet who was currently hosting a small platoon's worth of these suddenly homeless relatives.

"So sorry to disturb your kinky game, but your father is in the front of the house crying in the first ghost room..." the cousin informed her.

"Hajsnip hajsnip, Franklin I said hajsnip!" Violet shrieked the safe word.

Franklin reluctantly stopped tickling her, and the nuns chaperoning their "date" helped to untie Violet.

"I need to change my clothes, can you go and get him?," Violet fretted, looking at her urine soaked clothes.

"Me?, I'm not dressed to receive," the pyjama clad bird mutant complained.

"(Sigh), fine. I will just get changed first," Violet conceded with a sigh.

Violet quickly got cleaned up and changed into a clean black leather dominatrix outfit, and ran barefoot on her bird feet in the direction of the haunted front section of her home.

Violet drew on the power of the warp, and spoke filthy forbidden words of power as she jogged, binding the many ghosts and spirits to her dark malevolent will with fiery burning sorcery of blackest evil.

The many ghosts all shrieked in hellish agony and horror, as the horrifically powerful spell craft of their necromancer master gripped hold and bound them to her will.

Violet focused her will on the wretched wailing ghosts, and the ghosts all disappeared out of view into the walls and floor out of sight, bound and gagged with insubstantial chains of pink fire inside the layers of thick stone where they could not touch anyone.

Violet ran bouncily through the usually haunted rooms without a ghost in sight, her witch sight seeing them bound securely out of harms way in the various stone surfaces, but Violet choosing to ignore this.

Violet psychically sensed a terrified mortal soul up ahead, and turned a corner to find her father Sigmund Smith, stark naked and sitting trembling in a huge puddle of fear induced piss and shit.

"Father!" Violet greeted him warmly.

"A ghost! There was a ghost!" Her father babbled in fright, half insane with fear and adrenaline.

"It's ok father, the ghost is gone now," Violet reassured him.

"No no, it is here somewhere! The ghost was right here!" Her father babbled.

"I drove the ghost away with my witchcraft, it is gone," Violet reassured him.

(Witchcraft! That's almost worse than the ghost!) Violet telepathically sensed her father thinking.

Violet sighed softly and tried to get her father composed enough to walk with her.

(Run away before the ghost returns, don't get trapped inside this unholy place!)

"FATHER! The ghost is GONE! I can bring it back right now if you don't stop this," Violet scolded her cowardly father.

Her father squeaked in fright and ran to her, clinging against her waist for dear life down on his knees.

"Oh father, it's ok, just come with me," Violet sighed.

(I must appease my unclean mutant spawn or she will kill me!)

"FATHER!" Violet protested in outrage.

(The mutant thing will KILL me!)

"The mutant thing can read your mind father," Violet said irritably.

(FUCK!)

"I'm not going to kill you father, just calm down and come with me. I will get you cleaned up and clothed," Violet reassured with a tired sigh.

(What is she WEARING! She looks like a kinky prostitute! Better not say anything about it.)

"What's wrong with my outfit?, Nothing is showing is it?," Violet asked self consciously.

(Shit! She read my mind again!)

Violet shyly made a point of pulling up her cleavage and pulling down the hem of her black leather miniskirt.

(Don't think anything, don't think anything.)

"Come father, let's get you cleaned up," Violet soothed him.

(Ugh those bird feet! Why can't she just be NORMAL!)

Violet hung her head and died a little inside at her father's disapproval.

(Don't say anything, wait... Can she hear my thoughts?)

Violet didn't say a word, feeling like shit right now.

She gradually got her father moving, listening in silence as his thoughts criticised everything from her clothing to her physical appearance. It was almost as bad as listening to Franklin's toxic thoughts!

(What a depraved place this is, and it isn't even dusted)

Violet looked around ashamedly at her dusty home, feeling extremely small and insecure.

(After the day I have had with the escaped tyranids killing everyone...)

"What!? Tyranids escaped! What happened!?" Violet blurted out in alarm.

Fragments of memory filled her father's mind, and she saw everything he remembered at this moment.

"Oh father that's terrible! Come inside quickly, my undead minions will keep us safe!" Violet exclaimed in growing alarm.

Violet reached out with her telepathic powers. "Matriarch! Matriarch this is Violet! Tyranids have attacked the city!"

("I am already aware, the military defence forces are engaging. Too busy to talk.") The Matriarch's thoughts replied back.

"Come father, we need to get to the back of my house so I can redeploy the ghosts for our protection!" Violet urged her father, pulling him to run faster, lighting the way with soft pink lightning arcing around her head.

(Oh this is unholy!)

Violet ignored his thoughts and just drove him to move faster.

Violet got her father past the last haunted room, and let the screaming ghosts out of the stone work.

The agonised wailing of thousands of ghosts echoed through the entire home, as ghosts wreathed in pink fire chains floated out of every surface in the haunted rooms.

Her father screamed in terror and pissed himself as he looked back at the room he had just been in, seeing it filled with shrieking tormented ghosts writhing in loose pink chains made of fire.

Violet drew in more of the forbidden power of Slaanesh, and spoke an incantation of filthy unholy words of blackest evil, slightly burning her throat from the raw supernatural wrongness this daemonic language caused when spoken by mortal throats.

A rolling storm of invisible occult power took shape around Violet as she wove her evil spell, and the walls around her began to supernaturally weep blood, the very stones moaning in protest at the sheer wrongness of this magic.

With a sudden spread of her arms, Violet sent this power surging out away from her to fill the entire vast local necropolis.

All throughout the surrounding tombs and cemetery, dead bodies began to twitch, animated by Violet's necromancy. In ones and twos, then in thousands, dead bodies shambled to their feet, and dead hands tore at old cracked caskets, ripping chunks of wood and stone free to crudely arm themselves with.

The undead horde with it's improvised weapons then turned and marched towards the entrance to Violet's home, and formed ranks and files standing guard against any tyranid attack.

Violet turned slowly to regard her father.

He was cowering on the floor in terror of her horrifying powers, whimpering like a complete coward.

"(Sigh), Oh Father, don't carry on so. Let me get you cleaned up," Violet soothed her silly father.

His thoughts were no longer coherent words, just emotion and fragments of babbling nonsense, but Violet still managed to get him moving towards the bathroom.

Violet tried to open the bathroom door but found it locked.

"Occupied!" One of her innumerable bird mutant cousins called from inside.

Violet ignored this and opened the lock with a word of power.

She entered to find one of her female cousins having a bubble bath.

"OCCUPIED!" The cousin protested.

Violet ignored the complaints and led her father into the unoccupied shower, drawing the shower curtain to keep her cousin from complaining.

Violet ran the shower to a comfortable warm setting, and helped her father get his piss and shit stained body all cleaned up.

(Those mutant feet look so disturbing)

Violet frowned, desperate for her father to just APPROVE of her. She had the daddy issues from hell.

Violet got her father all cleaned up, and the cousin in the bubble bath squawked and hid her body under the bubbles as Sigmund exited the shower to dry himself.

Now wrapped in a towel, her father was at least not naked anymore, and Violet led him out of the bathroom.

"Door!"

"Oh alright! I'm closing the door, don't have to shout at me!" Violet retorted, closing the bathroom door.

Franklin was waiting for them in a hallway, flanked by several nuns, and her father flinched at the sight of the intimidating Night Lord neophyte.

"Father don't be afraid. Let me introduce you to my betrothed, Franklin Sevenson the Night Lord. Franklin this is my father, Sigmund Smith." Violet introduced the two.

"Mister Smith Sir, I do beg your pardon for not asking your permission before proposing marriage to your daughter! I humbly request your blessings to marry your daughter Sir," Franklin apologised profusely, surprising Violet.

"Um, well, I am just glad that she is not marrying some mutant or psyker or something. A space marine is a HUGE relief," her father admitted.

"Oh by the Emperor! You are absolutely right Sir! I shudder to think what she would give birth to if she married another of her kind!" Franklin piled on enthusiastically.

"Ugh! Probably give birth to a chaos spawn or something! Hopefully the mutations will just breed out of the descendants thanks to you," her father said with far too much enthusiasm.

Violet blinked in bewilderment as both of these bigots had a cheerfully animated conversation about the evils of witchcraft and mutation!

It was like looking at a pair of identical mirror images, Violet was getting married to her father! She had some SERIOUS daddy issues!

The pair were now embracing and talking about Violet's "whorish" taste in clothing!

Um, well at least they seemed to be getting along...

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