Chapter 112(Orphan)
Franklin Sevenson was tired and exhausted.
It had now been many hours since he had let the filthy xenos "Chappie" past his golden energy shield, and Franklin was near the end of his strength.
Franklin was not exactly sure what the tyranids had done out in the necropolis, detonated a nuclear weapon perhaps?
Whatever the vile xenos had done, it was lethally hot on the other side of the golden energy shield.
Franklin blinked, his mind cloudy with fatigue, he couldn't even think straight.
If he dropped the shield, everyone would die from the heat...
"We have already offered to take over with our witchcraft dozens of times Franklin. The power of Tzeentch can hold back the heat," a bird-like female voice offered sweetly.
Franklin turned his head, and glared at the speaker.
The speaker was a young adult female bird mutant with long brilliantly bright blue feathers growing out of her head and flowing down her back like a woman's hair. Her ethnicity was Persian if Franklin had to guess, skin neither white nor dark but very lightly olive with just a hint of pale blue. Her eyes were as brilliantly blue as her feather hair, and twinkled with a combination of kindness and intelligence, eyes that saw much but condemned little. She was dressed in female casual clothes of softer shades of pale blue, namely a cute top and shorts that were simultaneously feminine but not at all sexually provocative, just the cute casual wear that an average civilian young woman might wear on a summer morning.
The speaker, Polly Muhammad, greeted Franklin's glare with a kind smile, and shifted her relaxed stance slightly on her brutally taloned scaly mutant bird feet.
"Hi, honestly we got this. You should go and rest," Polly repeated with a friendly wave.
Around Polly stood about a dozen of her kind, all of them nodding in agreement.
Franklin did not reply.
"You will get tired sooner or later," another bird mutant added to Polly's words.
Franklin glared unhappily at this obvious logical statement.
"Come on Franklin, go be with your nuns and children for a while, and Violet too. Go rest. Together working in shifts we Tzeentch girls can keep back the heat indefinitely,"
Franklin was far from happy, but the logic was inescapable. He couldn't go on much longer, and he would be no use to anyone if he fell faint from fatigue.
"Very well," Franklin said finally.
The bird mutants had already started chanting in some filthy forbidden unholy language before Franklin had even finished speaking, and multicoloured magical flames sprung up just behind Franklin's holy golden energy shield.
Franklin hesitantly relaxed the flow of the Emperor's power flowing through him. His golden energy shield vanished without a sound.
The multicoloured flames of Tzeentch witchcraft seemed to be holding back the heat as promised, the wall of occult flames that covered the passage from floor to ceiling emitted no heat at all, nothing like any natural fire. If anything the multicoloured flames emitted a faint comforting cool.
"These flames connect to the infinite crystal maze of Tzeentch's domain in the warp, the heat here is absorbed by the flames and transported, dumped, into the crystal maze to satisfy thermodynamics." Polly explained happily at Franklin's obvious puzzlement as the other bird mutants continued chanting.
Franklin nodded out of habit more than out of intention, and turned away down the tunnel without another word, heading into Violet's home.
Franklin's space marine organs replenished his stamina very quickly as he walked, but his mind was still tired after channeling the very power of the Emperor himself, he only half noticed his surroundings, his mind a thick fog of fatigue.
Violet's home was vast, but not even slightly "nice" as homes went. It was in every respect a section of necropolis identical to the rest of the dreary stuffy stone tombs and crypts, just passages lined with many cut coffin sized sepulchres, with doors leading to larger single room tombs that acted like the rooms in her home. The tombs had been fitted with doors and other amenities and fixtures, it had plumbing, fresh water pipes, electricity and data cables, and it was all furnished, but it was still a necropolis and not at all nice.
The layout of this "home" was not at all convenient, the tunnels and their rooms branched out widely in all directions, but lacked any connecting passages between the various branches. If you were in one room and wanted to visit a room literally right next to you, sometimes you had to backtrack through many tunnels to find the tunnel that actually led to the door of that room. This place was a graveyard, not designed with high pedestrian traffic in mind, people who went to visit the tomb of their dead relative didn't need a shortcut passage to visit neighbouring tombs after all, making it perfectly exasperating to live in.
Franklin's nuns were billeted in many different tomb rooms in this massive "home", making it very difficult for Franklin to quickly check on all of them each day.
Franklin entered a modestly large chamber that Violet called her "sitting room", a musty crypt full of furniture and chairs, a place where most of the household gathered.
"Let me out of this cage and feed me!" an insect-like voice hissed in Franklin's mind before he had even taken stock of the room!
Franklin recoiled in disgust and darted his gaze over the room to find a huge metal cage carved with glowing blasphemous runes, with the massive repulsive tyranid zoanthrope "Chappie" locked inside it with many massive padlocks.
Around the room stood several cheerful bird mutants, all of them chatting happily and ignoring Chappie. In chairs throughout the sitting room sat some of Franklin's precious nuns, each cradling the babies Franklin had impregnated them with. The nuns looked stressed by the presence of Chappie in the cage, and most of the babies were crying, but they were all clearly unharmed.
Franklin moved immediately towards the nearest nun, Mother Superior, and bent to one knee in submission to her.
The elderly Mother Superior was currently fussing over her and Franklin's crying baby son, Pius Sevenson, hugging the bawling infant against her chest with the baby's chin resting on her shoulder, rocking her body from side to side and hushing her crying son. Mother Superior was fully clothed in her black and white nun habit and headdress, only her hands and her wrinkled stern age greyed pale face uncovered by the conservative garb.
The old woman was small and frail, not even half as heavy as the massive Night Lord neophyte Franklin, utterly weak and harmless to the young astartes. The baby in her arms was smaller and weaker still, completely helpless, relying on his mother just to keep him alive. Before this tiny mother and baby knelt the brutal bulk of Franklin the Night Lord killing machine.
Mother Superior was so small, but Franklin himself felt smaller still in her intoxicatingly dominant presence...
Mother Superior's stern eyes moved from her infant, and momentarily looked Franklin in the eyes with a severely strict gaze!
Franklin's penis sprang erect in an instant from the wonderful dominance and severity of those eyes, her uncompromising severe gaze promised him hard canings and ice cold baths and strict domination!
Franklin felt intense sexual desire for the cruel old disciplinarian, the old woman radiated severe authority. Her full body nun habit was clean and fresh, enflaming Franklin's "nun fetish" terribly, and she was the most high ranking of the nuns, making her penis-hardening aura of authority even more potent to the overwhelmed Franklin.
Franklin was a Sevenson male, and he was afflicted by the Sevenson family curse of slavish sexual submission to female authority figures. He was transfixed by this remarkably severe old nun, his penis rock hard by her mere presence. He couldn't disobey her, couldn't resist her, he could only abase himself before her in submissive worship, too horny and too utterly dominated to do anything else.
As quickly as the dominant gaze fell on him, it was once more focused on the baby, Franklin's son, hushing the bawling infant.
Franklin was left with an erection throbbing in the pants of his grey robes, and he turned his attention to his son, Pius Sevenson.
Pius was a baby boy, only a few weeks old. He was ridiculously tiny, pale skinned and brown haired. Pius looked like a strange blend of Franklin and Mother Superior, inheriting traits from both of his parents. Pius the baby was currently swaddled in a fluffy white towel from Violet's linen supply, all of the baby stuff that had originally been assembled was out of reach in Franklin's mother Wendy's skyscraper. The tyranid invasion had stranded them all here in Violet's home, and now none of the baby stuff was accessible, so they had made do with what could be found in Violet's home.
"Hush Pius, hush, Mummy is here," Mother Superior soothed the crying infant, rocking him in her arms.
Franklin waited patiently, his sinful limb swollen, but Mother Superior was focused on the infant and did not speak to Franklin.
Franklin turned his gaze to look at other nuns in the room, eager to submit to these exalted dominant women. The nuns were all busy with the babies they had borne Franklin, more interested in caring for the babies than dominating Franklin right now...
Franklin blinked in slight disappointment, his erection throbbing for release but completely denied satisfaction. The nuns were all too busy for Franklin...
"Feed me!" The insect voice of Chappie hissed again in Franklin's mind, from the flinching of all the nuns and babies it was obvious that they heard it too.
Babies began crying anew, and Franklin turned to glare at the detestable tyranid monster.
The zoanthrope was thrashing angrily inside his metal cage, casting green bolts of energy all around him. The energy fizzled out as soon as it got near the bars or floor of the cage, absorbed by the glowing blasphemous runes carved all over the metal. Chappie was also savagely head butting the cage door, but the locks and bars held, keeping the tyranid trapped inside.
"Never mind Mister Grumpy here," a bird mutant named Tasha Muhammad reassured the humans affectionately, resting a palm on the top edge of the cage.
"Feed me! I'm STARVING!"
"You are not, you giant liar. I fed you a huge sack of dried fish only half an hour ago," Tasha laughed.
"I'm hungry!"
"You are ALWAYS hungry, that means nothing," Tasha laughed happily.
"This is animal cruelty to starve me like this!"
"Oh such a drama queen. You are being ridiculous Chappie,"
"Let me out of this cage!"
"If we let you out you would eat everything in the entire home."
"I don't like this cage!"
"And WE don't like it when you eat everything like a greedy fatso. You are staying in the cage, end of discussion," Tasha countered sternly.
The tyranid continued arguing, but the bird mutants all ignored him.
Franklin understood the situation easily enough. The bird mutants had a magic cage that Chappie couldn't escape, and they had somehow managed to lock Chappie inside the cage to stop him eating everything in the home. If they had not done this, then Chappie would right now be eating furniture and clothing and Emperor only knows what else, completely destroying the place.
Franklin was somewhat curious about the origins of the cage and how the birds had gotten Chappie inside it, and asked exactly these questions.
"The cruel villains tricked me with a pile of fish inside this horrible cage!, They locked the cage when I entered to get the fish!", Chappie telepathically whined wretchedly in a hiss of terrible self pity.
"Violet already had the cage, it is designed to contain psykers during kinky bondage games," Tasha added cheerfully.
Franklin growled angrily at this, Violet's sexual depravity was disgraceful!
"Violet is in her bedroom, I will let her know you are coming to "punish" her," Tasha informed Franklin, clearly reading his mind before he could say anything.
Franklin looked to his nuns.
The nuns all met Franklin's gaze, their stern strict eyes boring into his, and Franklin involuntarily dropped to his knees in orgasmic submission from these dominant female eyes, his erection instantly becoming as hard as it could be. Franklin was so utterly aroused, savagely turned on by his submission to these dominant strict women, his mind quailed under the weight of his intense desire crushing down on him, forcing him to submit.
The nuns' severe eyes considered Franklin mercilessly, they were deciding if Franklin had permission to go to Violet. If the nuns said no then Franklin was powerless to disobey, he was completely and utterly under their power.
Franklin waited pensively for the nuns to make their decision. He wilted down under their overpowering gaze, dropping down to grovel on his face before them, too utterly submissive to remain even up on his knees before them. His erection was hard as stone, the terrible Sevenson curse consuming him with immovable submissive lust for his personal "dominatrices" that even Franklin's iron will couldn't resist. He was defeated, utterly defeated, he could only grovel before the terrible dominant authority of these stern and severe cruel nuns.
The nuns were exchanging looks with each other now, having a nonverbal conversation with each other with just their expressions and body language.
Finally Mother Superior spoke, her old voice hard as flint and icy as a glacier, stern and sharp, deliciously merciless and dominant and cruel. The mere voice of this ruthless merciless disciplinarian sent intense thrills through the highly submissive Franklin, nearly causing his hard throbbing penis to ejaculate.
"Had any of us the energy, we would beat you bloody right now for that FILTHY swelling in your pants young man!"
Franklin's achingly erect penis almost exploded from blood pressure at these deliciously severe words.
"Regrettably, we are all exhausted from our infants, and too tired to give you the beating you so sorely deserve."
Franklin's distended penis twitched slightly in disappointment, but was still hard as it was possible to be hard.
"As none of us have the strength to punish you, you might at least go and punish your DISGUSTING slut of a betrothed. (Sigh), We give you permission to chastise your soon-to-be wife Violet, maybe you can make her slightly less unworthy in the Emperor's sight with some harsh discipline,"
Franklin thrilled with jolts of intense submissive pleasure, ecstatic at these wonderfully severe words.
"Yes Mother Superior!", Franklin said in slavish worship and submission of the deliciously cruel old tyrant, and eagerly left the room to obey her order.
Franklin ran eagerly through the winding branching maze of tunnels that alone led to Violet's bedchamber, ready to unleash his holy wrath upon her filthy depraved body.
The tunnels zipped past, and Franklin's sinful limb was still a towering mountain of stone from the earlier presence of his exalted nuns, his manhood so hard that it didn't sway even slightly from side to side in his trousers as he ran.
Franklin was still as hard as a man could be hard when he brutally kicked open the door of Violet's bedchamber with such force that it very nearly tore free of its hinges, the hinges making sounds of tortured metal as they only just held the door to the frame as it crashed open.
Laying on the floor facing the doorway was Violet!
Violet was completely and totally naked!
Her legs were stretched up, so that her ankles rested to either side of her head!
She was laying on her back, legs up in this shameful position!
She was using all the fingertips of both hands to spread open her sinful opening!
Violet was offering herself to Franklin!
"Fuck me Master, I'm all yours!", Violet moaned passionately in a slightly bird-like voice, her beautiful pale half-Persian face contorted in an expression of intense sexual lust.
Franklin looked down at Violet his betrothed, the woman he would soon marry, and felt holy fury war with intense carnal lust.
She was maddeningly attractive, her face and body surgically altered by cosmetic surgery to make her physical body unnaturally erotic. Her pale breasts were huge, unnaturally huge, not as absurdly large as Wendy and Octavia but still unnaturally big, they were bulging and shapely but also perky without hint of sag. Her nipples were fat and pointy and blue-tinged brown, but the round circle bit around the nipples were too small, the nipples of much smaller original breasts, left unchanged as the breasts were cosmetically enlarged.
Her figure was exquisite, her waist slender but hips broad, her tall slender body a delicious hourglass shape. Her legs were long and lovely apart from the detestable scaly mutant bird feet that she had in place of natural human feet, her slender arms and hands were completely without blemish, and her behind was curvaceous and provocative.
Her spread open vagina was so wet that fluid was softly flowing out of it, the currently fully exposed inside was a reddish pink in colour, but the outside was pink that faded with distance from the opening to gradually match her pale skin tone. Her vaginal "flaps" all looked lovely and smooth and completely hairless, the entire area around the vagina perfectly clean shaven but for a tiny strip of extremely well groomed, brilliantly bright blue coloured pubic hair above her vagina.
Her provocatively beautiful face was crowned with long "hair" in the form of brilliantly blue feathers, draping down her back like a dazzling blue waterfall. Her eyes looked crazy with raw lust, insatiable with sexual desire. This astonishingly sexually provocative woman was BEGGING Franklin for sex!
Franklin's already rock hard penis erupted in orgasm at this sight, intense pleasure jolted through his entire body and jets of semen spurted hard into his underpants.
Franklin couldn't help his sinful discharge, it was completely involuntary. His penis had already been hardened by his nuns and Violet was simply too sexually arousing for his unruly private parts to contend with.
Franklin's entire body physically shuddered in ecstasy from his involuntary orgasm, it felt SO good!
"Oh Master, cum inside me, not in your pants!", Violet moaned like a complete whore.
Franklin was horny as hell, his sinful limb begging to get out and touch the moaning naked Violet, and Franklin fought hard to maintain his control.
Franklin overcame his temptation by raw force of will, and glared down at the moaning naked seductress offering herself so brazenly to him.
"We are NOT married YET!", Franklin snarled at his betrothed.
"We would be married weeks ago if not for the tyranids, please Master I am so sick of waiting," Violet begged on the floor, vagina still spread for him and ankles up around her head.
"Until we ARE married I will not do this," Franklin ordered with finality.
Without further delay Franklin pounced on Violet blurringly fast, and grabbed hold of Violet's wonderfully soft bare belly, squeezing it mercilessly.
Violet erupted in explosive peals of high volume laughter from his hand squeezing her belly, extremely ticklish.
Violet was now a storm of flailing arms and legs, uselessly trying to fight him off, laughing and squealing very energetically.
Violet was completely defeated, he held her down and energetically squeezed her belly as she had a fit of laughter, tears of laughter streaming from her eyes as she bucked and wiggled about.
Violet's ticklish naked body was wobbling like jelly, her large bare breasts jiggling and bouncing from her energetic struggling. Violet curled up in a defensive ball, and her soft warm breasts rubbed against the skin of his arm.
Franklin thrilled with sinful pleasure from the feel of these breasts on his arm, and his penis became fully hard.
Franklin guiltily repositioned his arm away from the breasts, and redoubled his effort to tickle the sin out of Violet.
Franklin wasn't sure why, but it was strangely pleasant to pin a beautiful naked woman down on the floor and squeeze her body in various places. Something about this situation was extremely pleasurable, he wasn't having sinful sex with her but simply touching her, why did this feel so good?
The naked busty Violet had somehow ticklishly wiggled all the way onto his lap during the course of their struggles, Franklin had ended up sitting down on the hard stone floor, and now had the hysterically laughing naked Violet laying across his lap as he mercilessly squeezed her belly.
Franklin pressed his squeezing assault on Violet's midsection, as she frenziedly struggled, laughing her head off.
Violet couldn't escape, he had her completely trapped on his lap.
Her naked body felt so good in his lap, she was covered in glistening sweat, her skin was soft and supple and warm and feminine.
Franklin found a fond smile creeping across his face as he gazed down at Violet being tickled on his lap. He wasn't mentally focused on punishing her for any particular sin, he simply enjoyed tickling his betrothed on his lap like this...
Violet's face was a permanent tickled smile, her mouth smiling crazily as he made her laugh uncontrollably. Franklin wasn't sure if she looked happy or tormented, maybe it was a combination of both?
Violet's frantic eyes noticed his gaze and she deliberately grinned up at him through her cackles of laughter, she looked genuinely fond of him.
Franklin slowed down his squeezing and then stopped, hands still resting on her belly without tickling her.
Violet panted heavily, gasping for breath, but she stayed sprawled across his lap, not trying to escape.
Franklin gave her belly a single quick squeeze.
Violet flinched and laughed, but still didn't try to escape when he stopped, just laying there grinning up at him.
Franklin gave a few more squeezes. Violet exploded in laughter and curled up defensively, but she still didn't try to escape, just grinning up at him as soon as he stopped.
Franklin found himself grinning back fondly at Violet, genuinely happy.
"Oh Master Franklin, your tickles make me crazy," Violet giggled lovingly.
Franklin mischievously squeezed again for about ten seconds just to make her laugh.
"Oh Master, you are too good at tickling me," Violet said happily when he stopped.
Franklin smiled fondly, completely at ease right now.
"Get some clothes on," Franklin commanded her sternly but fondly.
"Yes Master," Violet said submissively and got up off his lap.
Violet walked naked to a wooden chest of draws, giving Franklin a full view of her shapely bare rear and the long blue feathers of her hair draped down over more than half of her back. By the Emperor she was beautiful...
Violet put on scandalously provocative underwear!
Franklin rose indignantly to his feet and stormed over.
Violet turned at his approach, her breasts barely contained by a see-through bra!
Franklin pounced on her frantically, and tickled her severely in her shameful undergarments.
"Bad BAD girl!", Franklin wrathfully chastised, tickling her into submission.
Franklin angrily got behind Violet and wrapped an arm around her middle just below her boobs to keep her from escaping, and tried to unhook her bra.
"How does this sinful thing come off?!" Franklin growled, fumbling with the catch at the back.
Violet bent an arm around behind her back and unhooked the catch with irritating ease.
Franklin was still holding Violet from behind, and with his free hand he pulled off her bra and pulled down her panties.
Violet giggled and turned around in his hold, so that her bare breasts were now pressing against his front. She was grinning naughtily at Franklin.
A hand buried in her armpit quickly took away Violet's cheeky attitude, his stroking fingers reducing her to frantic laughter.
Franklin stopped tickling the cackling Violet, and ordered her to put on something properly modest and chaste.
Violet blinked away her tears of laughter and rummaged through her chest of drawers.
Violet pulled out a modest plain white bra and matching plain white panties, both pieces functional rather than sexy.
Franklin hesitantly nodded his approval at these modest undergarments, and Violet put them on for him.
Violet rummaged around in another draw, and pulled out a nun habit and matching headdress, putting them on.
Now dressed, Violet turned to Franklin and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up and kissing his lips passionately!
Franklin spurted out a bit of pre-cum from the sudden kiss, and returned the kiss briefly before coming to his senses and breaking away.
"We must wait until we are married," Franklin said firmly.
Violet simply hugged him instead, snuggling the side of her face against his chest. Franklin got taller every day, and each day Violet's face level was a bit lower down his chest as his height rapidly overtook her.
Franklin tolerated the hug for a moment, before then dislodging her with a brief tickling poke to the side.
Violet giggled and flinched away, but she was soon back to hugging him until he dislodged her again with another tickle.
"Come Violet, we should not be alone together. I should continue punishing you out in a room with other people so we won't be tempted to sin," Franklin told her.
"(Sigh), Yes Master."
"Why are you sighing Violet?," Franklin asked her sternly.
"I just wish we were married already Master," Violet admitted submissively.
Franklin's penis twitched with desire, Franklin nodded sombrely in agreement.
"Our relationship will be much easier in wedlock. It will no longer be sinful for me to do anything to you," Franklin said longingly.
"Do *anything* to me?," Violet purred lustfully.
Franklin blushed and looked away crossly.
"Come Violet, let's go to the sitting room," Franklin commanded dominantly.
"Yes Master," Violet agreed submissively.
The betrothed couple walked in silence for a while down the dusty stone tunnels of Violet's necropolis home.
Franklin looked around in distaste at the mouldering old crumbled bone fragments laying in sepulchre cavities carved into every wall. This area of necropolis that Violet's home occupied wasn't even FRESH, it literally had human remains laid to rest in every room and corridor!
Violet looked up at Franklin, sensing his disapproval at her home.
"What is wrong Master?," Violet said carefully, obviously pretending that she hadn't already read his mind so that he wouldn't punish her.
"If you *have* to live in a graveyard, couldn't you AT LEAST buy a NEW section that isn't full of dead bodies?!", Franklin spelled it out for her.
Violet paused at this, thinking.
"Well Master, there are two reasons. First reason, brand new tombs in this very popular necropolis are RIDICULOUSLY expensive, just stupidly expensive even to purchase a tiny tomb let alone a section as big as my home. Old used tombs on the other hand are cheap." Violet began.
Franklin nodded slowly, thinking this sounded reasonable.
"Second reason, I don't live in a horrid tomb for fun, I live here for my necromancy..."
Franklin snarled in righteous disapproval.
Violet paused.
"Well anyway Master, if I lived in an unused fresh tomb then I might as well not bother and just live in a much nicer house. An unused tomb has no necromantic power, an unused tomb is just like any other mundane building. It is the very fact that a tomb is used as a resting place for the dead that gives it power." Violet said cautiously.
"What power can mouldering old bones even give?," Franklin asked distastefully.
"Master, with respect, if I told you the answer, I am scared that you would tickle me for an extremely long time..." Violet said extremely timidly.
"As bad as that?," Franklin asked grimly.
Violet nodded, "yes Master".
Franklin grimaced with disgust and lengthened his pace, walking faster.
Violet was too nervous to speak, and they eventually came to the sitting room, finding it strangely empty of nuns. The only people present in the room were a handful of seated bird mutants in colourful button up pyjamas, and the tyranid Chappie curled up on the metal floor of his cage, apparently asleep.
"The nuns all went to bed with their babies a while ago," the now pink pyjama clad Tasha informed them, looking up from a blasphemous looking scroll she was reading.
The few other bird mutants in the room nodded in agreement with Tasha, all of them pyjama clad and reading various things of their own, looking like studious bookworms.
Franklin was disappointed, but still lead Violet inside, directing her to sit beside him on a wide sofa chair.
Violet canoodled against Franklin in the chair, snuggling up to him.
Franklin was just about to tickle Violet when Tasha loudly cleared her throat.
"Please don't do your loud roughhousing here, you will wake up the greedy guts in his cage, plus we are all trying to read," Tasha requested politely.
Franklin paused disappointedly, Violet stopped canoodling and sat up.
"Are any of my nuns awake?," Franklin asked hopefully.
"Yes, but they that remain awake are currently trying to soothe babies to sleep. They will not appreciate it if you enter and unsettle their babies," Tasha informed him without looking up from her scroll, no doubt using witchcraft to know the status of the nuns.
"They are in bed so early?," Franklin asked.
"They have babies, babies need to go to sleep early. The poor nuns are exhausted from those babies," Tasha explained sympathetically.
"But what about my evening punishments?, I only need one of my nuns for that," Franklin asked disappointedly.
"By Tzeentch you are so self centred!", Tasha snapped disgustedly.
Franklin was shocked by her blasphemous rude outburst.
"I am tired too. I have been busy all day helping look after YOUR babies Franklin. I have been helping nuns change diapers, I have been helping them bathe babies and swaddle babies, I have been holding babies as nuns went to toilet or bathe, I have been busy the whole damn day helping out with the babies. Now I am tired, and I just want to quietly read my scrolls in peace," Tasha informed Franklin.
"Wait, why did you help with the babies?," Franklin asked with very faint xenophobia.
"Because I am not a total bitch."
This reply merely confused Franklin.
"(Sigh), I am tired. I apologise for my rudeness, I am just tired," Tasha reconciled with obvious patience.
Franklin saw no reason to argue about this and simply accepted the apology with a nod.
Franklin was at something of a loss right now.
"Your daughter Carmen is also asleep in bed now," Tasha added to Violet.
"Thank you so much for that Tasha," Violet warmly thanked her.
Tasha graciously brushed off the praise nonchalantly.
Franklin was at something of a loss what to do now. He was supposed to be punishing Violet right now, but couldn't find anyone to supervise the process.
"If you want to do your kinky stuff with Violet, do it in your bedroom. And close the door so you don't wake people up!", Tasha told him.
"Sounds good to me," Violet said happily and got up, tugging on Franklin's hand to follow her.
Franklin wasn't happy, but he did reluctantly get up and follow Violet's tugging pull on his hand.
The pair walked along stone tunnels, taking the exact series of turns and tunnel branches that led to the room Franklin slept in.
They walked in silence, and eventually navigated their way through the dark stone tunnels to Franklin's sleeping room, opening the metal door and stepping inside.
The room was small and bare, and utterly dark until Franklin activated the very dim ceiling lights with a wall switch. The dim light revealed a bare dusty tomb with a few ancient looking sarcophagi laying side by side in a neat row. On top of the closed lid of one sarcophagus lay a neat pile of Franklin's very meagre possessions he had with him, namely a change of clothes and nothing else.
Violet looked around the small room, especially noting the complete lack of mattress or other bedding.
"Master, where do you sleep?," Violet asked curiously.
"I sleep on the cold hard floor as the Emperor intended," Franklin replied sternly, closing the bedroom door behind them.
Violet paused at this.
"Master I hope that we have a bed when we are married, I don't like sleeping on the floor," Violet said very submissively.
"If I tell you that you are sleeping on the floor you will sleep on the floor!", Franklin said sternly.
Violet shuddered submissively, and seemed sexually aroused by these words.
"Oh Master, you are so dominant making your submissive Violet sleep on the cold hard floor!", Violet moaned with desire.
"I am going to make you take ice cold baths too," Franklin warned.
Violet moaned.
"And I am going to cane you!"
Violet moaned even louder.
"I will scourge you with a whip,"
"Oh Master!, Yes!," Violet moaned lustfully.
"I am going to punish you every single day forever," Franklin warned her.
"Oh Master, you are making me so wet!"
"I will be merciless!", Franklin warned her sternly.
"Oh Master!, I'm all yours!, My panties are soaking wet right now!" Violet moaned excitedly, looking extremely sexually flustered.
Franklin was about to say something else when Violet threw herself at him passionately, pulling down his pants slightly to expose his penis!
Before Franklin could react he felt her wet mouth sucking the head of his swollen penis!
Franklin pulled her off immediately, and angrily tickled her stomach through her nun habit.
Violet squealed with laughter and convulsed, but she grabbed his penis with a hand even as she laughed in torment, giving him a sinful "hand job"!
Franklin snarled, but intense pleasure filled him from her soft feminine hand gripping and sliding on his shaft. It just felt so good!
Franklin tickled her harder, but her hand gripped his penis in a death grip even as she screamed with laughter!
Franklin stopped tickling her and plucked her hand away from his shaft. Her other hand darted in to replace it in rubbing his sinful limb!
Franklin's pleasure was very extreme now, he frantically plucked away this hand too. Violet swung her face down to try to suck him as he held her wrists!
Franklin repositioned his body, her mouth missed his swelling by inches!
Franklin angrily held both her wrists together in one hand, and attacked her armpits with his free hand, trying to tickle her into submission.
Violet exploded in pealing laughter, tugging down with her arms trying to protect her armpits. Franklin took advantage of her distraction to get behind her where she couldn't reach his penis.
Violet's fabric covered exquisite bottom shot back, slamming into his pelvis so that his erection was between her butt cheeks!
Violet rubbed her bottom up and down!
Extreme pleasure filled Franklin again, that rubbing felt so good!
Franklin repositioned again, in front of her now.
One of Violet's mutant bird feet reached up and grabbed his penis with its fully prehensile talons!
"Filthy mutation!", Franklin roared in disgust.
The bird foot didn't stop rubbing!
"No!, Not with your foot!", Franklin begged with sick xenophobic revulsion.
The foot sheepishly let go and dropped down guiltily.
Franklin angrily put his penis away and pounced on Violet.
Franklin used his legs and considerable body weight to pin Violet down on the floor, and tickled the screaming woman without mercy for a long time.
***...
On the floor above the necropolis, the large automated sewerage treatment plant just above the ground zero site of Chappie's giant electron degeneracy pressure explosion was not having a good time.
The sewerage plant was large, not the biggest on the island, but still comprising several hectares area of interconnected treatment ponds that blended and oxygenated raw sewerage to let bacteria break it down. It was far from the only sewerage treatment plant on the island, just one of a multitude that together serviced the teaming population of the island.
The tyranid invasion had killed vast numbers of people, but millions of people still lived, locked safely in their homes eating carefully rationed food supplies. To avoid drowning in their own filth these countless people still used their toilets to dispose of their sewerage, and a small fraction of this ocean of sewerage came to this particular completely automated sewerage treatment plant for disposal.
The sewerage treatment plants all over the island were perpetually infested with rippers, their ponds swarming with the hungry things having a perpetual feeding frenzy. The sewerage treatment plants were currently the most readily available source of food for the tyranid swarm, continually filling with a never ending flow of human shit. Revolting as sewerage was to humans, shit was very edible to many creatures like dung beetles and maggots, and the hunger mad rippers very happily ate the stuff, gaining all of their nutritional requirements from the blended shit alone, rapidly fattening up enough to pupate.
Ever since the tyranid invasion began, the ponds of this particular sewerage treatment plant had been seething with rippers, swimming in a feeding frenzy, endlessly drinking in the sewerage and pissing out pure fresh water completely cleansed of filth, making the job of the sewerage treatment plant considerably easier.
The daemonic machine spirits of the automated plant had been delighted with the rippers doing all the work for them, the machine spirits barely had to do a thing, the rippers completely cleansed the water.
For weeks it had been fantastic, minimal wear and tear on the moving parts, no clogged filters, no costly extraction of solids that resisted decomposition, it had just been a dream. The machine spirits had never felt so contented.
But now something was terribly wrong...
The floor under the pond trembled again with terrible subsidence.
The machine spirits didn't like this...
A while ago there had been some sort of extremely powerful explosion directly under the pond. The stone floor of the pond had merely cracked slightly at first from the explosion below, had seemed to escape without any serious harm. But then the subsidence had happened...
The machine spirits analysed the data of the tremors, it said the same thing that all the earlier tremors had said. There was a subsidence sink hole directly under the pond...
The floor of the pond was cracking quite badly now.
The ceiling of the room below the pond had caved in, leaving a huge air pocket where the ceiling had been, and the ceiling of this air pocket in turn was gradually caving in.
Heat from the explosion had heated up the rock, and the cracks in the bottom of the pond were leaking, bathing the hot rock with cool water, causing the stone to split and crack from thermal shock.
(Tremor)
The cracks in the bottom of the pond got noticeably bigger, spreading across more of the floor of the pond.
(Loud splitting rock sound)
A meter wide area of the pond floor suddenly fell away!
Sewerage surged down the hole!
The hole got bigger, more and more of the pond floor falling away into the huge subsidence cavity!
Rippers were swept down the hole by the surging sewerage, the pond was emptying fast!
The other ponds were all connected by channels to the breached pond, they were emptying into the pond and down the hole!
The hole was so wide now that the surging sewerage only covered the outer edges of the hole, the middle of the hole was an empty air corridor. High pressure steam was billowing out of this air corridor, the sewerage was boiling away down in the residual heat of the explosion.
The entire sewerage treatment plant was now empty in all ponds, but the distant toilets kept flushing, and new raw sewage kept flowing into the plant ponds, instantly going down the giant hole into the hot depths.
The air of the plant was pure steam, lethally hot. Rippers and hormagaunts fell down dead all around, cooked to death by the terribly hot steam.
The steam kept billowing out, but the sewerage kept coming.
More and more sewerage went down the hole, boiling away to quench the terrible heat.
For almost half an hour the terrible steam continued shooting out of the hole at a furious rate, dropping tyranids dead.
Then it began to lessen.
The steam was still coming, but less than before, and steadily decreasing. The huge amounts of sewerage had quenched much of the residual heat, the temperature down the hole was dropping.
The sewerage kept coming, crashing down the hole like a brown waterfall, the jetting steam was disappearing fast.
The steam choked air around the plant cooled, condensation ran thickly down every surface.
Rippers from further away eagerly entered the area, and gorged themselves on the freshly steam cooked tyranid bodies all around the plant.
Rippers rapidly fattened and pupated, but more and more kept coming.
The carrion was rapidly gone.
The rippers greedily drank the raw sewerage entering the pond from the safety of the shallow pond edges.
The press of frantic rippers from behind pushed the front rippers into the pond.
The rippers held their grip at first as they entered the fast flowing sewerage, it wasn't very deep now.
The press of rippers pushed ever inwards, ever closer to the hole.
The flow of sewerage started carrying rippers down the hole!
More and more fell down into the hole, the press of hunger mad rippers so great that hundreds were pushed over the edge just by their fellows without the sewerage.
The rippers tumbled down the hole, falling.
They were not harmed by the fall, plopping on a giant soft mound of leftover sediment from the earlier sewerage boiling away leaving the solids behind. The mound was surrounded by a "lake" of sewer water, the subsidence cavity was many times wider than the relatively narrow hole that had broke the surface.
The rippers eagerly tore into this colossal pile of shit, more rippers dropping on top of them constantly.
The pile of shit rapidly disappeared down hundreds of ripper throats, leaving the rippers swimming in the vast lake of sewerage.
The lake was very wide, the entire circumference of the huge ground zero chamber ceiling had caved in to make it, but it was also shallow. Under maybe two feet of water was a thick layer of sediment covering heavily cracked and shattered rock. The lake was not getting deeper, the sewer water was draining away down through the cracks in the rock.
The rippers eagerly drank the brown water, pissing out gallons of unwanted fresh water, they then dived down and ate the layer of sediment.
The lake was overflowing with rippers now, and many pupae floated in the water. The rippers were in danger of drowning under the endlessly increasing bodies above them.
The sediment layer was licked completely clean, but the rippers could taste sediment in the cracks between the shattered rocks.
The rippers eagerly tore into the rocks, swallowing rocks whole along with the sewerage sediment.
The shattered rock was rapidly disappearing down ripper throats.
Rippers were drowning in droves. Their fellows merely ate them as soon as they died.
The lake was getting steadily lower down the wall of the subsidence cavity, the water was the same depth but the bottom of the lake was getting steadily lower.
Rippers shat out vast clouds of mineral depleted very fine heavily oxidised silt into the water, turning the water thick and turgid with high concentrations of floating silt.
The lake was suddenly draining fast, so much shattered rock was gone that the water had a much easier time filtering away through it.
The lake was now just a mud flat, with a waterfall of fresh sewerage crashing down in its centre but soaking away into the mud.
The mud was so thick with pupae that it was ridiculous.
The rippers desperately pushed between the pupae, burrowing under them in the mud and shattered rock, eating their way through to get the residual sewerage sediment in this filth.
The entire ground zero room was rapidly excavated down the throats of rippers, huge amounts of nutrient depleted rock silt and fresh water shooting out ripper bums.
The rippers found two partially caved in tunnels going in opposite directions, both tunnels were soaked with sewer water that had filtered through the shattered rock.
The rippers mindlessly divided into two groups, one going down one tunnel and one going down the other, surging down their chosen tunnel eating every mote of sewer sediment in their paths, swallowing rocks whole for the sediment stuck to them.
The tunnels were still quite hot, and got hotter as they went. The water had only recently reached the tunnels beyond the lake, much of the residual heat still remained.
The tunnels became steamier and steamier. Soon the rippers were scalded by the steam, and the sewer water ahead was literally boiling off the hot stone floor.
The rippers were driven forward by their mindless hunger, and thousands simply cooked themselves to death in the terrible heat.
The rock silt clogged sewer water just kept coming however, flowing over the hot stone, quenching away the terrible heat. The steam billowed back towards the lake, shooting up out of the hole in the pond, but the water just kept coming.
Little by little, the heat was relentlessly quenched, and thousands of rippers pupated in the lake chamber despite the steam, the water around them keeping them cool enough to survive.
The water flowed relentlessly, pushing back the boiling heat further and further, and new rippers ate those earlier rippers who had killed themselves in the heat.
The cooling sewer water in one of the two tunnels reached some very strange remains, which the rippers ate eagerly, and the air seemed strangely stiller up ahead, as though close to a dead end.
The thick silty turgid water boiled it's way down a tunnel, picking up speed all the time, the boiling silt hissed around a corner.
The boiling silt hissed and bubbled ever faster further down this new section around this corner, quenching away heat for the surging flood of water behind it.
Suddenly the flow of water slapped against a strange wall of cool multicoloured flames, and the water got rapidly deeper as the momentum and weight of the huge column of water behind it crashed into this barrier like a surge wave.
The multicoloured flames didn't like having this fast moving heavy column of grimy water smack into it with the kinetic force of an automobile, and burst apart in a spray of arcane multicoloured smoke. The dozen bird mutant psykers standing behind the wall of flames opened their eyes wide in horror, squawking in pain and dismay as the hot filthy water bowled them over.
The flood of hot watery silt crashed it's way into Violet's home, hundreds of rippers floating in after it, to the considerable dismay of the occupants.
***...
Franklin still had Violet pinned down on the floor, tickling her very hard, when loud noises echoed through the home.
Screaming mixed with crashing and yelling and the sounds of sorcery blasts and babies crying. It sounded like pandemonium.
Franklin sprung off the hysterically laughing Violet, and rushed to the doorway, opening the door frantically.
A wash of hot humid air and a terrible smell of sewerage filled his face immediately!
"Oh my Slaanesh!, That stinks!", Violet complained in dismay.
More sorcery blasts echoed through the home.
"My relatives!, They are using battle spells!, The home is under attack!," Violet exclaimed.
Franklin and Violet together ran out of the room, heading towards the commotion.
A wave of incredibly grimy silt clogged water suddenly swept past their ankles!
The water was HOT!
"Ouch! Hot hot hot!", Violet yelped, hopping around in the water like a lunatic.
Franklin the Night Lord neophyte was far tougher than Violet, and just stood in the scalding hot water, his bare feet barely harmed.
Violet frantically scrambled up Franklin's back out of the scalding water, digging her bird claws into his flesh for purchase causing orgasmic pain. She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, holding on desperately to keep out of the water.
Franklin tolerated this in this situation, and ran on through the shallowly flooded tunnel, towards the sounds of violence.
He saw dead rippers floating in the water, killed by scorching heat, their shells red as lobsters from the scalding hot water!
The tunnel was thick with the dead things!
"Franklin stop, I can reanimate the dead rippers to fight alongside us," Violet urged.
Franklin recoiled at this blasphemous suggestion, and just kept running, not needing filthy witchcraft to fight his battles for him!
Violet hissed in irritation, but held her peace as Franklin kept running.
The sounds of sorcery blasts were very loud up ahead, fire blackened ripper bodies filled the shallow water.
Franklin turned a corner and saw almost every bird mutant in the home standing atop furniture in the tunnel, all of them blasting Tzeentch sorcery down the tunnel beyond them.
Franklin reached them, and gratefully stepped out of the uncomfortably hot water onto a wooden storage box that had apparently been washed down the tunnel by the initial surge of water.
From his vantage point he could now easily see over the heads of the bird women. He saw that they were guarding a section of the entrance tunnel to the home, they were shooting a never ending fusillade of deadly sorcery down the tunnel.
Hundreds of disturbing small ripper monsters were swimming through the scalding water with terrible speed towards the home, half dead from the heat and looking utterly insane with aggressive hunger. The bird mutants were scorching them to death with sorcery, making the already hot water boil and hiss from the heat of the magic flames.
It was oppressively hot, both from the water and made worse by the sorcery. The air stank of the awful foulness of boiling sewerage, a wall of stench that watered the eyes!
"Girls!, You will cook us all alive at this rate!," Violet exclaimed frantically to her mutant relatives.
"We have already contacted the Matriarch, we just need to hold them off long enough for the teleportariums to get a lock on everyone," one of the bird mutants shouted back over the noise.
"What about all my stuff?!", Violet exclaimed in dismay.
"You can get new stuff, the only important thing is our lives," a bird mutant shouted back.
"Chappie is coming too, we made sure he would get teleported too," another bird informed them without being asked.
Franklin was about to say something when an agonising magenta light suddenly engulfed him and Violet!
For maybe two seconds Franklin was surrounded by a storm of swirling magenta light, a tunnel through the warp!
The pain was so extreme that he orgasmed immediately!
Violet was shrieking with pain.
Suddenly the magenta light and agony was gone, Franklin sprawled and tumbled over, feeling dizzy.
He and Violet were now in a dark place full of arcane looking machinery.
Before Franklin could recover, more bright magenta flashes filled the room.
The crying of babies and screaming of nuns filled the air!
Franklin rushed to try to go to his nuns, but was suddenly pushed back by the monstrous bulk of Chappie!
More and more magenta flashes filled the air as Franklin was knocked down by the damn tyranid, more and more people from the home were teleporting into this place.
They were all on a huge metal platform of incomprehensibly complex machinery, carved with machine runes and utterly incomprehensible to Franklin. It was clearly a teleportation device, that much was clear, but Franklin had absolutely no idea how it actually worked.
The magenta flashes continued, and then suddenly stopped, every single person from Violet's home was now safely teleported into this room.
Franklin rushed to aid his nuns.
"Welcome home Franklin... What the hell is that tyranid zoanthrope doing!?, Oy!, Don't you DARE eat that!", Franklin's mother Wendy's sensual erotic voice said, getting distracted mid sentence by the gluttonous antics of Chappie inside her home.
The sounds of Wendy's terrible daemon whip "Torment" soon cracked the air with deafening volume, followed immediately by the sound of a zoanthrope screaming in hellish agony.
Franklin ignored the sounds of general mayhem and just focused on helping his nuns and babies, uncaring of Chappie's irritating antics.
All that mattered was that everyone he cared about was now safe.
***...
