Chapter 115(Orphan)

(Trigger warnings, rape, spousal abuse)

The massive multipurpose bedroom of Wendy Sevenson was bathed in a disquieting red glow, curtesy of the battery powered emergency lighting. The room had no main power at all, only pre-stored battery power. The entire building was stuck in a power blackout.

In the red glow of this huge room were people, all gathered around the huge bed in the middle of the room. On this bed lay a naked mother holding her newborn baby.

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson had just given birth an hour ago, a natural vaginal birth with no complications, and now triumphantly held her new baby son to her massive bare breasts, coaxing the tiny infant to suckle.

Gathered around Wendy on the bed were her three lovers, Octavia, Belzevelle and Adolf the baby's father, gazing in wonder and fascination at this tiny new addition to their polyamorous family. Adolf in particular looked overwhelmed with emotion, and gazed transfixed at the baby in awed wonder.

Standing a discreet distance away was a squad of Security Guardsmen Medics who had delivered the baby, all extremely respectful in the presence of Wendy and her consorts, standing ready to attend to the medical needs of the mother and baby at a moment's notice.

The remaining occupants of the room right now were all the people rescued from Violet's home, including bird mutants, nuns, babies and Franklin himself. These people were all guests in the dungeon tower at the personal invitation of Wendy herself, so enjoyed unrivalled freedom and autonomy in this usually strictly controlled building, a very rare privilege in this towering torture dungeon.

These guests were scattered about, but none of them very far from the vicinity of the bed. The Security Guardsmen had rearranged the furniture for the guests, setting up chairs and similar furniture all around the bed for the comfort of these guests attending the birth, and the various guests occupied these many chairs, though some sat closer than others.

The imperials of course were very uncomfortable with Wendy's nudity and breastfeeding, and these sat further away, whereas the unbothered chaos worshipping guests sat close, wanting to see.

The baby started to cry again at Wendy's breast, the tiniest little newborn cry, and the baby's mother soothed him with soft noises and reassuring cuddles. The baby's mouth was guided back onto Wendy's giant swollen nipple, and mouthed at the nipple awkwardly, not yet having mastered suckling properly.

The baby was already diapered, but was otherwise naked, and was nestled on the naked Wendy's front, experiencing skin on skin to keep him warm and to soothe his newborn instinctive need for skin contact with his mother.

Wendy had pillows piled behind her back so that she was sitting partially upright in the ideal position for the baby to actually suckle. Wendy was big breasted to the point of absurdity, so big that the baby actually had difficulty reaching the nipple if Wendy wasn't at the correct angle, the breasts were bigger than the baby!

The bedsheets were a terrible mess of birth yuck, and a few minutes ago she had squeezed out the placenta and afterbirth, which still lay on the sheets between her legs. People had wanted to clean up this mess, but Wendy apparently later wanted to fuck on top of these defiled sheets and do kinky disgusting acts with the afterbirth!

The baby was currently trying to suckle from an absurdly large breast, and seemed in danger of drowning from the huge amounts of milk. Milk was everywhere, running out of the baby's poorly suckling mouth, running down Wendy, soaking into the sheets and pillows. It was obscene, like in every other area of a Slaanesh worshippers life, Slaanesh had twisted even innocent breastfeeding into an obscene act of wanton excess, the poor baby was half soaked in milk all down his front and soaking into his diaper.

Even Wendy's other breast that wasn't in the baby's mouth was weeping out milk from the nipple, a white stream flowing down her skin and soaking into the bedding. The nipple was fat and swollen with milk, the entire breast itself was swollen and bulging with milk, the nipples simply couldn't hold the milk back completely.

Octavia reached out a hand and playfully pinched the unused nipple, causing a long thick spout of milk to shoot out across the bed like a water pistol.

Octavia giggled immaturely, and twisted the nipple sharply sideways to aim the spray at Adolf and Belzevelle.

Adolf and Belzevelle both spluttered as a huge thick spray of milk spattered all over their faces, getting in their mouths. Octavia laughed childishly.

Wendy laughed in amusement at Octavia's playful antics, as Adolf and Belzevelle retreated from the spray of milk.

"That's disgusting!", The nuns loudly criticised.

Octavia in turn aimed the milk at the nuns, but they were sitting too far away and the milk tinkled down to the floor harmlessly before reaching them.

The nuns were incensed by what Octavia had just tried to do to them, and loudly protested in moral indignation.

Bored, Octavia suddenly aimed the milk at the completely innocent bird mutants who had just been quietly minding their own business!

The bird mutants screamed and squawked and laughed and squealed and similar high pitched noises, shielding their faces with their arms as excessive jets of milk sprayed across them.

Violet in particular was targeted, and she squealed with laughter as she was sprayed all over, soaking her clothes.

Octavia was running out of victims to spray as everyone fled out of range.

Octavia cheekily twisted the nipple up and around to excessively spray Wendy in the face with her own milk!

Wendy merely moaned and opened her mouth obscenely to catch some of the huge spray of milk in her mouth, not offering any sort of defence. Octavia aimed the excessive spray at Wendy's mouth, and Wendy extended her tongue like a whore, moaning brazenly with lust.

"Oh Emperor please make it stop!"

Octavia stopped spraying Wendy and instead aimed the violently spraying milk at her own face, moaning obscenely and opening her mouth wide to taste it as it soaked her entire head all over, completely drenching her hair and cascading down her neck to completely soak her slutty cleavage heavy black cotton top.

Wendy grabbed the milk soaked Octavia cruelly by her milk sodden hair, and pulled her to Wendy's face so that their faces were touching. The two wives then passionately licked the copious milk off each other's faces as the imperials loudly protested.

The baby started crying again, and Wendy and Octavia stopped licking each other to fuss over the now thoroughly milk soaked baby.

Adolf and Belzevelle returned to Wendy's side, cautious of being sprayed with milk again, and the hubbub in the room gradually died down.

"Surely that's enough milk for now," Adolf submissively begged Wendy, clearly concerned about his son.

The baby did indeed look like he had had quite enough milk for now, every inch of the poor baby's entire body was literally dripping with milk running down his skin after Octavia's antics!

"Take him for a while and clean him up, change his diaper and try to get him to go to sleep," Wendy arrogantly commanded her husband with icy dominatrix dominance.

"Yes Mistress Wendy," Adolf submissively replied, and took away the bedraggled wet baby.

Wendy grabbed hold of Octavia again and continued their messy sex game, much to the horror of many onlookers.

***...

Mr Adolf Sevenson was feeling overwhelmed with emotion as he bathed the excessive milk stains off his very own son, Heinrich Luitpold Sevenson.

Mistress Wendy and Octavia were currently engaging in foul acts best not described involving breast milk and the afterbirth, much to the dismay of the horrified onlookers, and Adolf was extremely glad that he wasn't taking part in that messed up sex act.

Adolf had already changed his milk soaked clothes, and was currently wearing a (slightly too small) clean plain white singlet top that his bedmates found sexy, (because it showed off his muscles), and a pair of especially baggy grey boxer shorts to deliberately hide from view the unsightly bulge of his brutalised badly swollen testicles, curtesy of the agonising testicle torture Octavia and Mistress Wendy had inflicted on him last night.

Two of the attending security medics were currently respectfully assisting Adolf in washing his infant son. They were scary looking motherfuckers, sinister black armoured goons who looked like the antagonists in some fucked up torture porno film. Adolf had seen these goons do shockingly brutal things to the resident tickle slaves, they were thugs who overpowered and abused slave girls.

Brutal and sinister as these guards were, they were always extremely respectful to Adolf and the other consorts of Wendy. They always addressed Adolf as "Consort" as a title of superior rank to them, and obeyed Adolf with the same respect that any military soldier would obey their superior officers. In the hierarchy of rank in this building, Wendy was the undisputed ruler who outranked everyone else, but the Consorts of Wendy held the second highest rank and could boss people around.

Adolf didn't approve of the way the security guards treated the slave girls, but he deliberately didn't get involved. Mistress Wendy would simply countermand his orders and punish him if he tried to order the guards to stop their abuses, this messed up dungeon was all Mistress Wendy's idea, as were the chilling abuses by the guards. The girls all seemed to consent to this fucked up stuff anyway, so Adolf simply wouldn't get involved.

Adolf was technically a slave himself, he had a brand on the front of his right shoulder bearing the elegant personal rune symbol of Wendy, declaring him her lawful chattel property. He obeyed Wendy as a slave obeys there master, he was freely flogged and punished by Wendy like a slave, Wendy dominated him as a master dominated their slave, and he could only do things with Wendy's permission, just like a slave. He was in every respect a slave.

The difference with Adolf was that he was enslaved to his wife whom he loved, not enslaved to a stranger he hated, and because of this Adolf frequently forgot that he was actually a slave.

Mistress Wendy was so kinky that his slavery to her felt more like a wild bondage game than the slavery it actually was. He felt like he was just in an S and M relationship with a wild Dominatrix, not actually a proper slave. She was indeed a Dominatrix, she did Dominatrix things to him every single day, she flogged him and tickled him to tears, she put stuff up his ass and tied him up in bondage. It was only natural for the lover of this Dominatrix to act like a slave towards her, even if he were actually free, and this simple fact made Adolf feel like he wasn't actually enslaved just in a very kinky relationship.

Mistress Wendy was the love of his life, his wife, his everything. She might be shockingly cruel to him like the testicle torture last night, she might torture him every day even on the mildest days, tickling him to tears each night at the very least if not something far crueler, but she was also his lover who had sex with him every day. The sex with Wendy was so good that it forgave all the abuses, no mortal could make you orgasm harder than Mistress Wendy, the Slaanesh champion was like a sex goddess in bed, her intimate sexual touch was the most perfect ecstasy a man could ever experience.

Adolf was a slave, but he didn't actually feel like one. Mistress Wendy just had a way of making slavery to her feel like a privilege, something you actually felt grateful for. It actually felt like Wendy was doing you a personal service by enslaving you, she just had a terrible Slaaneshi power of eroticism that made people want to freely submit to become her slaves.

It was more than just that. Mistress Wendy had actually met Adolf's parents, met them as his wife not his owner. Mistress Wendy had legally married Adolf, taken him into her bed and her family, and she had just borne Adolf a child. He was her husband, she was his wife, they genuinely loved each other. It was a hundred miles away from the nastier types of slavery.

The abusive treatment of the tickle slaves was a thousand times more fucked up than Adolf's experience of slavery to Mistress Wendy. The tickle slaves were "real" slaves, locked up for life inside a dungeon, freely raped and abused by guards, tortured 16 hours a day, just fucked up stuff.

It made Adolf feel angry just thinking about what those men did to those poor girls, and he daily had to remind himself that these girls actually freely chose their brutal captivity. These girls wouldn't thank him if he tried to help them or protect them from abuse, he had to let it go, no matter how much it grated him to see goons raping girls. He had to control his instinctive hostility to these woman hurting rapist guards, they were not his enemy.

The guard medics were currently attending to Adolf with complete obedience to his will, and genuinely helping him bathe his son in a shallow baby bath of emergency stored water they had heated up in kettles over a gas camp stove. They did almost all the work for Adolf, and had the baby cleaned up and diapered and swaddled in no time, placing the infant in his arms.

"How are your testicles feeling now Consort?", one of the medics enquired discreetly.

"Better," Adolf quietly admitted, "those painkillers are wonderful".

"Very good Consort Sir," the guard replied smartly, "If they cause you any more bother just let us know".

Adolf nodded embarrassedly.

Adolf carried his son in his arms, rocking the tiny infant and walking aimlessly around the room, gazing at his son in awed wonder.

The baby was unquestionably his, it had his facial features. The baby looked like a strange mixture of Adolf and Wendy, blending their features together into one face.

The baby's face was all wrinkled and scrunched up from being freshly newborn, his head was a weird shape that the medics had told him was normal after the squeezing of a vaginal birth.

Adolf was walking around the room, completely oblivious to where he was actually walking, just mesmerised by his tiny son.

"Hello Heinrich," Adolf cooed at his tiny son in wonder, the baby's tiny eyes were half open, blinking sleepily.

He tried to get the baby's attention, but the newborn was far too young for that.

Adolf continued rocking his baby and pacing randomly around the giant room.

He was vaguely aware of the loud noises and commotion from around the bed, Belzevelle had now joined Mistress Wendy and Octavia in their extremely messed up sex acts with the afterbirth, and the various imperials were in an uproar. Even the tzeentch worshipping bird mutants were getting repelled and sickened by the fucked up sex acts, and some of them were vomiting in revulsion.

The distraction this all caused was giving Adolf some much desired alone time with his son all to himself.

Adolf found himself absentmindedly sitting down on a comfy leather bondage chair some distance away from the other people, not restrained but just using the bondage chair as a seat, holding his tiny son protectively in his arms.

He gazed down mesmerised at the face of his son, feeling so overwhelmed.

This didn't feel real, he had known a baby was in Mistress Wendy's perfectly flat tummy, but on some level he hadn't quite believed it until the baby came out an hour ago. His mind was in a turmoil of emotions, this was all so surreal.

The baby closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep even despite the commotion in the room. Adolf just stared transfixed at the baby for a long time.

***...

Franklin Sevenson and his nuns were still incensed with moral outrage, as they watched Wendy's filth covered naked enslaved female dark eldar sex slave miserably clean up the filthy bed all by herself, in the aftermath of the truly horrific sexual acts with the birth discharges.

The depravity had been absolutely unholy in its sheer filth, even the chaos bird mutants had vomited in disgust!

The nuns and the milk spattered bird mutants were currently gathered together in a rare instance of mutual outrage, and several of the most badly milk soaked bird mutants were even now loudly protesting to Wendy for "being so shockingly discourteous to guests in her home".

The fully naked Wendy and Octavia were currently covered head to toe in indescribable filth from the afterbirth, the rare parts of their skin that wasn't smeared with afterbirth was soaked with breast milk, their hair was wet and rank with copious breastmilk and thickly smeared with chunks of squished afterbirth, just revolting!

The only bits of their skin that looked even slightly clean was around their vaginas, where their excessively flowing vaginal fluids had dribbled down their skin, cutting pale lines of clean skin through the filth that covered them!

Wendy's bare breasts were leaking milk even now, causing gentle white trickles that twisted slowly down her body, her swollen nipples simply refused to stop lactating completely, leaking milk eternally!

Wendy and Octavia were currently standing with their heads lowered sheepishly as the bird mutants reprimanded them, looking genuinely guilty for once.

Franklin and the nuns nodded in righteous satisfaction to see the two harlots finally showing penitence for their shocking sexual depravity for once, and eagerly piled onto the criticisms from the bird mutants.

"We wouldn't treat *you* so discourteously were you *our* guest, we expect the same basic respect from you Wendy Sevenson," the excessively milk sodden Polly Muhammad was currently scolding indignantly.

"Um, yeah!, It is completely unacceptable to perform such vile unholy acts of depravity! You should repent on your knees before the Emperor at once for being so sexually depraved that you would put a common whore to shame!", the nuns piled on, slightly confused by the way Polly worded her own rebuke.

"Woah woah woah!, Slut shaming a woman is not cool!", Polly instantly leapt to Wendy's defence?!

The nuns were suddenly nonplussed, at a complete loss, totally confused.

The nuns babbled various half formed sentences that couldn't cohere into meaningful grammar, unhappily wanting the bird mutants to return to being on their side criticising the sinful Wendy. They couldn't understand why their previous ally in this had so suddenly betrayed them, and this betrayal stung them.

Every telepathic bird mutant in the room, (including Violet), facepalmed in unison in apparent exasperation. What was going on?

Finally Polly managed to press through her seeming exasperation with apparent effort of will, and spoke.

"Wendy has every right to be sexually empowered and be free to enjoy her personal sex life with consenting adults without judgement, just as any woman has a right to."

"What we are mad about is that she treated us, her innocent guests, with extreme discourtesy and disrespect!"

"We were sprayed all over with breastmilk! We were then given no warning or chance to leave before we were exposed to witness a sex act so extreme that it made many of us physically vomit!"

"If Wendy and the others wanted to have sex they should have just told us first, and given us a chance to leave the room. We would have just left the room and given them privacy."

Polly paused.

"Wait, you are saying that you do NOT condemn the unholy sexual acts they engaged in!?", Mother Superior barked in moral indignation.

"Well I am not sure if they should be doing it too near the baby, (and I have a few hygiene concerns), but as long as it is only done with adults and is consensual and done in private, there is nothing wrong with it," Polly replied in a tone of honest sincerity.

The nuns all barked in affronted outrage.

The various chaos worshippers sighed and seemed to just ignore the nuns at this point, and returned to just talking to each other.

"I am deeply sorry for offending you, please forgive me and my lovers," Wendy apologised to the bird mutants.

"Just give us a 5 minute warning in future so we can leave the room, that's all we ask."

"Oh and maybe don't spray us with breast milk,"

"Done, I will give you fair warning in the future, and I will not let Octavia or anyone else spray you with my milk," Wendy agreed, Octavia also nodded in agreement that she wouldn't spray them.

"Can I still spray Violet with milk?," Octavia asked hopefully in her whorishly erotic voice.

Violet squealed and laughed, shielding her face with her arms frantically as though this was somehow just a funny prank. Violet's entire nun habit was soaked through with an unholy amount of Wendy's breast milk, it looked so disturbing.

"That is up to Violet to decide, but please for the hope of Tzeentch don't spray the milk anywhere near the rest of us!" Polly exclaimed urgently.

"No you cannot spray my betrothed with any more breast milk!", Franklin angrily protested.

"Yes Master, please don't spray me Mummy Octavia," Violet agreed submissively.

Octavia nodded disappointedly.

Franklin angrily walked over to where Violet was standing in her milk sodden habit, and wrapped his arm around her wet neck in an assertive dominant headlock, but deliberately didn't hurt her.

Wendy and all the bird mutants flinched, and looked tense with concern for Violet's safety. The nearest Security Guardsmen Medics went on guard gripping their weapons warningly.

Violet sighed contentedly in the dominant head lock, and snuggled into it, obviously consenting to it.

Wendy very slowly relaxed her body language, obviously concluding that Violet was in no immediate danger from Franklin, and the bird mutants and guards all cautiously relaxed too, accepting the dominant head lock as nothing more than a gesture of affection.

Violet suddenly spoke up.

"Mummy Wendy, can we get married?, Master Franklin and I are both sick of waiting,"

There was a stunned silence.

Wendy was still naked and covered in indescribable filth, standing next to an equally naked and filthy Octavia, their hair was matted with milk and afterbirth, and they both stank terribly. Hardly in a dignified state to receive such a serious request.

Nevertheless Wendy spoke.

"Both of you come on a walk with me, alone, no nuns, no one else, we will talk about this," Wendy told them seriously.

"But first, let me have a bath..."

Franklin and Violet both accepted this, nodding.

"Octavia, Belzevelle, we are having a bath," Wendy called dominantly.

"Yes Mistress Wendy," Octavia and Belzevelle answered in unison.

"Where's Adolf?, Oh he's busy with the baby... Looks like it's just us girls," Wendy mused.

"Attention everyone!, I am going to have a bath with Octavia and Belzevelle, can we please have some privacy and everyone else except my husband and my baby leave the room now?," Wendy called to the entire room.

Franklin turned, dragging Violet by the headlock, and made his way to the stairs. Everyone else exchanged the expected polite pleasantries and also made for the stairs.

***...

Adolf was roused from his mesmerised fixation on his sleeping son by the sounds of screaming female laughter from the bondage bathtub.

The girls were having a bath without him?

Adolf looked around the room and found it empty of people except for the three girls in the bath.

Adolf stood up, his newborn son Heinrich still asleep in his arms, and walked towards the bath.

Adolf had learned to greatly fear the excessive tickling torture that was bath time with Mistress Wendy, and this fear had burned the details of the dreaded bathtub into his memory the way only daily torture could. Before he met Mistress Wendy he had never really taken much notice of the details of any bathtub, but now he was endowed with quite excessive interest in knowing every last detail of the bathtub that was daily used to torture him.

The bondage bath they bathed in down here on the planet was a brutal thing, far more elaborate than the bath onboard the Nightmare Asylum, all gleaming stainless steel and quite sinister looking. It was obviously designed to be a bondage device first as its primary function, and made into a bath just as an afterthought. It had a huge tall metal frame of sturdy girders built around it, forming a huge cage over the bath that provided raised harness points for some of the many chains that filled it, but the bars of this cage of girders were wide enough to easily slip between without trapping you inside the bath, the cage was simply intended to be a structural frame for fastening chains to.

The bath had an elaborate set up of daemonic chains and shackles all over the place, tightly stretched chains linked to multiple other tightly stretched chains from different angles and directions in a 3 dimensional pattern, forming an elaborate stiff shape like a 3 dimensional spider web, the different chains pulling on each other so tightly from different directions that the resulting chain web was stiff and firm and unyielding like a solid object. The web of chains had it's strong fasten points on the floor and walls of the bathtub, as well as all over the cage frame of girders, so that the combined tight 3 dimensional web was pulled tightly from all possible directions to keep the web absolutely stiff from all angles.

This stiff web of elaborate chains filled the centre of the huge bath, and had many metal shackles hanging from this web in strategic places. The victim's body was carefully positioned in the stiff tangle of chains, and locked defenceless by the shackles. The bath was carefully designed so that the chained victim could never drown, the lip of the bath was lower than where the chains held your head, you were perfectly safe from drowning.

The web of chains was specifically designed to withstand the unholy strength of Mistress Wendy, composed of infernal daemonic chains so unnaturally strong that even Mistress Wendy couldn't snap them. Mistress Wendy greatly enjoyed the pleasure of being trapped in bondage she couldn't break out of, and had personally ensured that her bondage bath could actually hold her.

The web of chains had many many daemonic shackles in different places and different sizes, so that different sized victims could be restrained, regardless of the length and thickness of their limbs and bodies. The biggest of the shackles were quite obviously positioned and designed to contain the massive Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson, and Mistress Wendy had informed Adolf that Luke had indeed occupied these chains in the past.

The shackles ranged in size and position from those meant to hold Luke, and steadily got smaller and closer through a spectrum of different intended victim sizes, right down to shackles that could hold a tiny woman the size of Liling Sevenson as the absolutely smallest victim body they could hold. The victim was always shackled with exactly 17 shackles. You were shackled four times on each limb, the arms were shackled at the wrist, the lower forearm, and twice along the upper arm, whereas the legs were shackled at the ankle, the shin just below the knee, and the upper and lower thigh. A final shackle locked around the victim's neck for complete immobility.

Most of these excessive shackles had clearly never been used, not matching the bodies of anyone who had used the bath to date. Using the incorrect shackles could result in injuries, so the victim always had to be shackled with only the optimal shackles for their body proportions, and measuring new people for the first time and finding the right shackles for all 17 restraint points was always extremely tedious, Mistress Wendy always took these sorts of safety measures very seriously.

The 17 shackles that fitted the exact proportions of Octavia, and another 17 that perfectly fitted Mistress Wendy, were by far the most scratched and worn from excessive use, and were marked with the names of the respective women engraved into the metal of the shackles, to identify exactly which shackles to use on which woman. Adolf and Belzevelle each had 17 specific shackles of their own engraved with their names.

Regardless of which shackles were being used, every single shackle used exactly the same key to unlock. Over a dozen identical copies of this key were scattered around the bath, including some on very very long keychains that were secured to the bathtub so they couldn't be lost, these keys were in easy reach of everyone except the restrained victim.

Beyond the central web of chains that carefully held the one victim in the middle of the huge bath, the chains angled to give a lot of room and ease of movement for everyone else in the bath, and were designed to make it easy for other bathers to reach the victim from any direction. It was perfectly possible to enjoy a spacious bathing experience in the wide open spaces around the web of chains in the middle, the chains were really an optional extra that you didn't need if you only wanted to bathe normally.

The bath water was never hot, as Mistress Wendy got terribly overheated from her daemonic muscles. The water was usually a cool room temperature, tolerable to be in like the water of a swimming pool, not freezing cold. Sometimes when she was feeling indulgent Mistress Wendy would let the three submissives make the bath a more pleasant warmer temperature, but this was rare, and even then the water was never hotter than slightly above lukewarm, as Mistress Wendy couldn't cope with the heat.

With the current power blackout the bath water would just be room temperature emergency stored water from metal water barrels, not even slightly warm. The 3 submissives were by now so acclimatised to having cool baths that this wouldn't bother them.

Adolf and his bedmates almost always got locked in the chains every time they bathed, it was a rare treat when Mistress Wendy actually showed enough mercy to let them bathe normally in peace. Adolf knew and feared the bind of those chains from much personal experience.

The most disconcerting part of being in the chains was that no part of your body actually touched the bottom of the bath, indeed only a small part of your body even touched the water at all. It was like being suspended in a net just above the surface of the water, with only a few tiny parts of your back and your ass touching the water at all.

You were strung up above the water, where all the girls could just get at every single part of you. There was no escape from the tickling scrubbing brushes the girls used, you couldn't even hide your skin under the water to dilute the sensation. The chains held your legs spread open in a humiliating position, so that the girls could do anything to your anus or your balls or your dick.

Adolf always dreaded bath time terribly, it was almost always hell, but it was also almost always heaven as well. When you were the one in the chains it was pure hell, words really didn't do justice to just how much you suffered in those chains at the hands of those sadistic girls, but when any of the girls were the one in the chains it was pure heaven, Adolf always fucked the girls as much as he liked when they were the ones in the chains, the chain layout was designed to facilitate easy fucking of the victim.

Adolf got closer to the bath, and saw Belzevelle locked suspended in the chains, screaming her head off with laughter as Octavia and Mistress Wendy scrubbed her skin all over with foamy bristly scrubbing brushes. Adolf could attest to the pure torture of those brushes, the tickling obsessed Mistress Wendy and Octavia had deliberately acquired the most ticklish scrubbing brushes they could buy, the brushes were meant to torment more than clean the victim.

Belzevelle's slender naked body was lathered all over in white soapy foam from the scrubbing brushes, but she was quite obviously filthy all over her skin despite the soap.

Actually, Octavia and Mistress Wendy looked even more filthy than Belzevelle did!

What the heck had the girls been doing with the birth discharges to get *this* filthy and gross?

Adolf shrugged.

Adolf was very relieved that Belzevelle was the one in the chains, relieved specifically because he himself was late to the bath and thus had not yet laid a hand on Belzevelle.

The internal politics of the bedmates was more complex than outsiders would guess, every action Adolf did to one of the other bedmates potentially had consequences.

Adolf and Belzevelle had developed a sort of informal "nonaggression pact", where Adolf and Belzevelle actively avoided torturing each other whenever they possibly could. Belzevelle held grudges, if Adolf tormented her she would always spitefully get him back twice as bad as he got her. But if Adolf spared Belzevelle when she was in his power, she would in turn spare him when he was at her mercy.

The bondage lifestyle of the bedmates was such that all of them regularly found occasions when any of the others were bound naked at their mercy, and acts of cruelty could have very painful consequences.

Mistress Wendy herself could not be bargained with or threatened, she never showed a shred of mercy whether you were merciful to her or cruel, her sadism was unchanging and constant. Because of this Adolf didn't even bother showing the slightest mercy to Mistress Wendy when he had her bound at his mercy, and just enjoyed getting his revenge on her and taking sexual advantage of her defencelessness.

Octavia and Belzevelle on the other hand could be talked into entering temporary informal alliances with Adolf, using threats or offers of favourable treatment as bargaining tools.

Octavia was a tickling fetish maniac who never showed a single shred of mercy when tickling the other bedmates, and she flatly refused to offer "tickling amnesty" to any bedmate when negotiating a temporary alliance. Octavia ALWAYS tickled the other bedmates when she could, and tickled them HARD, no alliances with her spared any bedmates from tickling.

But Octavia was open to negotiate in other areas, such as the inflicting of pain, and she could also be bribed with her love of being tickled. Adolf and Octavia currently had a firm mutual agreement not to use electric shocks, (which Octavia hated), on each other. Adolf was still in the process of trying to get Octavia to agree to other mutually beneficial terms to spare each other from certain other types of torture, but it was a slow process.

Belzevelle on the other hand was completely open to entering a mutual "torture amnesty" agreement with any of the bedmates, and Adolf had a fully fledged alliance with her. Adolf was extremely grateful for this alliance, because it frequently spared him from an entire day of torture at her hands when he was left bound at her mercy.

The only problem with the alliances was that Mistress Wendy wouldn't always allow Adolf to spare Belzevelle and Octavia in Mistress Wendy's presence.

During bath time in particular, showing mercy to anyone except Mistress Wendy was strictly forbidden by Mistress Wendy herself. If you didn't tickle and scrub the victim in the chains with sufficient cruelty then Mistress Wendy immediately flogged you with her terrifying daemon whip "Torment", and kept flogging you until you agreed to tickle the victim as long and hard as Mistress Wendy wanted you to!

Adolf had felt the all consuming agony of that daemon whip, it was the screaming howling agony that made other screaming howling agony feel pleasantly tolerable in comparison. It was pain so "hard" that it was completely unnatural!

Adolf had only been flogged by "Torment" on five different occasions, and each of those five occasions he had experienced only the softest lick of the whip against his skin, and received very few licks each occasion. But that had still been enough to utterly quell Adolf to weeping obedience to Mistress Wendy's will!

The soft licks of Torment had felt more extreme than the pain of open surgery, he had instantly simultaneously vomited and crapped himself and pissed himself from the pain, he had wept and screamed and begged for mercy, he would have done anything to make the pain stop.

During bath time Adolf DARED not disobey Mistress Wendy by showing mercy to Belzevelle, and always tickled Belzevelle cruelly hard in the bath. Belzevelle always spitefully returned the favour twice as hard on Adolf in revenge for this, even though Adolf had no choice!

The only one you could reliably get away with not tickling in the bath was Mistress Wendy herself, as she was in no position to flog anyone when she herself was chained up. Octavia was always so especially enthusiastic about tickling and fucking Mistress Wendy in the chains, that Mistress Wendy was always too cummed out by the end to still be mad at Adolf or Belzevelle for not tickling her.

Adolf was late to the bath, and had spared Belzevelle from his tickles every second he had been away. This in turn meant that Belzevelle's customary twice-as-bad "revenge" on Adolf would be less, and it meant that their mutual torture amnesty alliance would be strengthened somewhat.

The politics between the bedmates was just one of the many aspects of this kinky polyamorous relationship that outsiders were blind to. Other men looked at Adolf with jealousy, the Security Guardsmen and Night Lords and other chaos men just seemed to assume that Adolf enjoyed an easy charmed existence, just constantly fucking 3 insanely hot women without a problem in the world.

In reality Adolf had to daily navigate his way through all sorts of internal politics between his bedmates with extreme care, and on top of this he endured torture every single day, torture that he didn't enjoy. Yes his bedmates were unbelievably sexy, yes his sex life was fucking amazing, but his day to day life certainly wasn't "easy".

Adolf reached the bondage bath, and was just about to strip naked to enter out of habit when he remembered the sleeping baby in his arms...

Adolf looked down at the baby in his arms. He was amazed that the baby hadn't been woken up by Belzevelle's screaming laughter.

Mistress Wendy was on the right side of the screaming Belzevelle, wielding a briskly scrubbing soapy brush in each hand on Belzevelle's torso. Octavia was on the left side of Belzevelle doing exactly the same. Belzevelle herself was thrashing and pleading for mercy between her screams of high decibel laughter, obviously in terrible torment right now.

Adolf was standing at the edge of the bath cage nearest to Belzevelle's feet. He waved to Mistress Wendy, getting her attention.

Mistress Wendy immediately stopped tickling Belzevelle, and dominantly ordered Octavia to also stop. The room was suddenly almost deafeningly silent in the absence of Belzevelle's screams.

Adolf moved around the outside of the bath towards Mistress Wendy, crouching down to the level of her face at the edge of the bath.

Mistress Wendy gazed lovingly at their sleeping son, awing at the tiny infant.

Octavia navigated her way around the central web of chains that held the currently panting Belzevelle, and joined Mistress Wendy at the edge of the bath, going "aw" at the baby.

The two women were absolutely filthy, smeared bodily in afterbirth, Adolf really didn't want to think too closely about what his lovers had obviously been up to.

Octavia and Mistress Wendy for a while were simply mesmerised and besotted by the baby, and just watched him sleep, occasionally going "aw".

Adolf deliberately didn't offer Heinrich to the filth smeared women to hold, concerned for the hygiene of his baby. Much to his relief the girls didn't ask or attempt to hold him.

"So cute, I could just look at him all day," Mistress Wendy eventually said with a happy sigh.

Mistress Wendy turned her attention to Adolf, her soft mother face turning dominant once more. Adolf trembled with submissive fear.

"You will be relieved to know that it's just us girls in the bath this time, you are spared from the scrubbing brushes." Mistress Wendy told him with her customary sadistic affection.

Adolf gasped out a great sigh of relief.

Mistress Wendy chuckled cruelly at his relieved reaction.

"Take our son to the far corner of the room, away from the noise of our bath time torments. I don't want poor little Heinrich to be woken up by Belzevelle's screams," Mistress Wendy told Adolf.

"Yes Mistress Wendy," Adolf replied with his customary complete submission to the Dominatrix.

Adolf looked briefly at Belzevelle suspended defenceless in her shackles as he turned to leave. Belzevelle caught his gaze with her own deeply afraid eyes.

Belzevelle's fear gripped face subtly changed in expression, giving the briefest tiny hint of subtle intense gratitude before returning to a look of deep dread, nonverbally signalling to Adolf that she had noted that he was not going to torment her and was deeply thankful for this fact.

Adolf nodded to Belzevelle in solidarity, their mutual alliance strengthened by this current event.

Belzevelle's attention turned to Octavia and Mistress Wendy, her skin pale with intense dread, her wretched eyes filled with terrible intense fear of the pair of sadistic women holding scrubbing brushes.

Adolf thrilled with pity for poor Belzevelle, the dark eldar woman was terrified. Octavia and Mistress Wendy were not even halfway finished with tormenting Belzevelle with those scrubbing brushes, and Belzevelle knew it and was deeply afraid.

Adolf couldn't do a thing to rescue Belzevelle from her imminent fate, and just carried Heinrich away to the farthest corner of the room.

No sooner than Adolf reached the corner, the room was once again filled with Belzevelle's shrieking tormented laughter. The room was so big and the corner so far away that the noise was actually surprisingly faint here.

Adolf sat down on a chair he found, and just watched his tiny son sleep in his arms.

The screaming laughter from the bath continued for a pitiably long time...

***...

Considerably later than they had expected, Franklin Sevenson and his betrothed Violet Smith were ushered up the stairs back up to Wendy's room by a stoic black armoured Security Guardsman. Franklin couldn't understand why it had taken his mother *this* long to simply have a bath, what by the Golden Throne had she been doing in that bath to take such a shocking length of time?

The betrothed pair were alone, unaccompanied by nuns or any other compatriots, and were going to present their case to Franklin's mother Wendy to let them marry with no further delay.

Violet had quickly washed herself clean and changed into a clean nun habit that Franklin liked her to wear, and Franklin himself had also changed into a fresh Night Lord neophyte uniform as the old one had gotten milk on it. The pair had been clean and changed and ready well over an hour ago, and had then sat together on a wooden bench chair agitatedly waiting as his mother Wendy took an aggravatingly long time to finish her bath.

Franklin couldn't over emphasise just how annoying this unnecessarily lengthy delay had been. Franklin and Violet were both a sick bundle of nerves, they both deeply desired to get married immediately. The sexual temptation between them was getting steadily worse over the recent weeks, they had sinfully kissed each other on the lips more and more, they had gotten far too comfortable touching each other with cuddles and hugs and headlocks and hand holding. They needed to marry as a release from this temptation before the sin got any worse.

The nuns were so busy with their babies that they couldn't properly police the betrothed pair, and Violet daily threw herself at Franklin with overwhelming lust, trying to fornicate with him. It was getting worse by the day, Franklin needed to make an honest woman of Violet and marry her immediately.

Sitting waiting for over an hour with their nerves so tightly on edge and bodies so sick with excitement had been almost unendurable, making the already tense pair even more agitated. Franklin and Violet had been almost at their wits end when a Security Guardsman finally came to summon them.

Now that they were finally moving, Franklin felt sick to his stomach with excitement and anticipation. He might well be wedding and bedding Violet within this very hour!

Violet looked as excited and nervous as Franklin felt, she actually looked queasy with sickening excitement.

The excited pair moved up the stairs trembling with intense anticipation. The stairwell was lit red from emergency lighting, making the dark steps look a weird dark purple from the colour absorption. The stairs were surprisingly dull and pragmatic for this usually excessively kinky building, neither decorated nor extravagant, just boring stairs like any other. Without power everyone in the building was forced to use stairs.

The pair passed no one on the stairs, and were soon at the level of Wendy's bedroom.

The stairs continued rising on up beyond this level, but the spacious landing at Wendy's floor seamlessly joined an equally spacious enclosed tunnel, that hugged along the outer wall of the skyscraper in a straight line for about 50 meters before finally entering Wendy's bedroom through a heavily soundproofed door. The 50 meters of spacious enclosed tunnel was extremely well fortified with many small inbuilt adamantium pillboxes with tiny firing loopholes, as well as 6 sets of heavy adamantium dungeon bars with locked dungeon gates, and the entire tunnel was heavily guarded at all times by Security Guardsmen.

A prominent sign above the first of the 6 dungeon doors read, "Slaanesh Champion Wendy Sevenson and Her Consorts ONLY beyond this point, any other personnel ONLY PERMITTED beyond this point at the EXPRESS INVITATION of Wendy Sevenson."

Franklin frowned at this sign. Even Wendy's son Franklin himself couldn't just freely walk into Wendy's bedroom without her express invitation!

Even the Security Guardsmen themselves beyond the first dungeon gate had, hanging prominently around their necks, disposable plastic "invited visitor pass" cards on neck chains, each card printed with the guard's name and the period of time the "invitation was valid to".

All people, even staff members who guarded or cleaned the place, needed a personal invitation from Wendy to enter. The "invited visitor pass" cards were printed in a battery powered machine located behind the final 6th dungeon gate, (there was another emergency backup machine somewhere else in the building as well), and were only printed when Wendy personally ordered and printed to Wendy's exact specifications. Wendy usually just voxed the guards to instruct the printing of these invitation cards, often even voxing them from work if she wasn't in the building at the time.

For the more than a year that Wendy had been away on the Nightmare Asylum, she had used the filthy daemonette couriers who delivered the daily reports to the Matriarch to also deliver visitor invitation authorisations, so that cleaning staff and Security Guardsmen and the like could enter to keep the place clean and maintained and guarded during her long absence.

(Incidentally the elevators likewise had security protocols, but in the case of the elevators they simply didn't stop or open at Wendy's floor without electronic authorisation from a scan of a valid invited visitor pass card.)

Wendy seemed to take the privacy of herself and her "consorts" extremely seriously in this giant depraved bedroom. Franklin couldn't understand why his sinful Mother even felt the need for such privacy, she already behaved like such a complete whore in public that she surely couldn't have much left to hide.

Franklin and Violet already wore new invited visitor pass cards around their necks, given to them by the Security Guardsman currently escorting them. They had had cards earlier before his mother cleared the room to bathe, but these cards had been confiscated from all the "guests" when they left the bedroom. The invitations could apparently be rescinded by Wendy at any time, and her act of asking all the guests to leave to give her privacy to bathe had naturally rescinded the earlier invitations.

Franklin's mother Wendy had now expressly re-invited Franklin and Violet to return to her bedroom, but had not invited any of the other guests yet. Wendy wanted to speak to Franklin and Violet alone about their request to marry immediately, without the interruption or eavesdropping of any other guests.

The first dungeon gate was unlocked and opened at Franklin and Violet's approach after a brief inspection of their invited visitor pass cards, and then closed and locked again behind them. Only after the first gate was locked was the second gate unlocked and opened. One gate at a time they went through, the Security Guardsmen taking absolutely no chances.

After the last gate they were led to the rather unassuming heavily soundproofed final door, and this was simply opened, apparently not being locked like the gates had been.

Franklin and Violet stepped through the door, entering the vast furniture-choked bedroom.

The bedroom was vast beyond any obvious need, and filled with 300 years worth of all sorts of hoarded crap that the ancient Wendy owned. The room was usually dark, barely lit enough to see, but it was currently lit more brightly (but still gently) with the red glow of emergency lighting.

The room had to be easily over several hectares in floor area, but despite this huge excess of space Wendy had somehow managed to fill most of the available space with a truly astonishing amount of furniture!

It would take half the day to even explore all the hoarded furniture and other belongings in this room, probably longer actually, it was just a ridiculous amount of stuff. From what little Franklin had seen of this room, more than half of it was occupied by torture engines, restraints, sex toys and other such filthy depraved things!

Disgusting!

Franklin controlled his rage as the Security Guardsman led them past endless lines of depraved bondage furniture and racks hung with whips and chains and other more disturbing things. There were endless shelves filled with brightly coloured dildos and sex toys, endless varieties of obscene penetrative objects, some of monstrous size!

Franklin was forced to avert his eyes lest his anger explode, and deliberately just didn't look at the objects and furniture all around him.

After walking what might qualify as a small hike, they were finally near the centre of the stupidly large room, where the colossal depraved "sleeping" bed was located, (the room had many other beds that were used for purposes that did not include sleeping).

Four adults and one baby were sprawled overtop the neatly made top sheet of the bed at various angles, all of them looking extremely relaxed and comfortable. The four adults seemed to notice the arrival of Franklin and Violet, but looked too comfortable to get up.

The nearest adult on the absurdly large bed was Octavia, laying diagonally across the bed on her back, angled so that her huge mass of slightly bath-damp long curly brown hair at the top of her head was facing towards them. Octavia was completely scrubbed clean now, and was currently wearing a full-slip cleavage heavy pink satin nightie, very obviously with no bra on underneath, and Franklin and Violet got an embarrassing view down her cleavage from this angle looking down the length of her body from above!

Octavia tilted her head back to look at them without repositioning her body, and greeted them with a lazy smile on her extremely relaxed looking face.

"Hello, I'm too comfy and lazy after my bath to get up. Mistress Wendy is somewhere or other on this bed I think," Octavia said sleepily in her shockingly erotic slutty voice.

Franklin and Violet nodded politely to Octavia. Franklin was actually quite relieved to find Octavia not doing anything particularly sinful for a change.

Franklin and Violet made a point of staying well out of range of Octavia's terrible lust aura, and began to circumnavigate the gigantic bed.

The bed was absolutely absurdly large, covering the floor area that a normal house might occupy. It was so large that you had to squint in the gentle red light to make out all the reclining people scattered aimlessly about it.

Franklin had no idea why, but the adults on the bed seemed to be extremely widely spaced apart rather than gathered together, each just laying relaxedly in solitude about the bed on top of the sheets.

The next person they came near circumnavigating the bed was the dark eldar Belzevelle, who was wearing a loosely fitting shiny black satin cami-knicker that was marginally more modest than Octavia's slutty full-slip. Belzevelle like Octavia had been scrubbed completely and utterly clean of her earlier state of filth.

The dark eldar was a good 5 meters away from the edge of the bed, and angled so that her side was facing them. Her extremely long silky jet black hair was draped elegantly over the sheets above her head like a carefully arranged work of art. The dark eldar seemed to always deliberately take extreme care to do everything she did as elegantly as possible, even something as minor as the position her hair was draped seemed to be conscientiously chosen with great care, characteristic of the legendary extreme grace of the eldar race.

The dark eldar's body was extremely slender and elegant, taller than the other females on the bed but not so tall that it was disconcerting. She had the lean graceful type of beauty of a fashion runway model, not the absurdly busty raw sex appeal type of beauty that the other women on the bed had.

Belzevelle seemed to be watching them cautiously out of the corner of her extremely sharp eye, noting their every slightest movement, but she did not speak to them or move from her extremely relaxed graceful recline.

Franklin and Violet continued moving around the edge of the colossally large bed, and came to Adolf who was laying sprawled inelegantly on his side the way only a man could, facing their direction laying a meter or two from the edge of the bed.

Adolf was dressed in the same white singlet and grey boxer shorts he had been wearing earlier, and these clothes showed off impressive musculature for a non-astartes man. Adolf's brawny chest and limbs and shoulders were nothing compared to Franklin's own intimidating space marine physique, but it was not fair to compare mortal men to the Emperor's astartes. Without his gene seed organs Franklin would have nothing on Adolf, Adolf had actually earned all his muscles the hard way with hard body building exercises, without any help from genetically engineered organs like Franklin had.

Franklin was heterosexual as the Emperor intended, so he could not really say if Adolf was attractive the way Franklin knew the females to be. It would be up to a female to make that determination whether Adolf was attractive or not, Franklin just wasn't sure about that sort of thing. Franklin certainly hoped that his Mother's husband was attractive to her, he truly hoped so.

Adolf for one actually lazily sat up at their approach and yawned sleepily.

"Hello you two, how's it going?," Adolf greeted them casually.

"Greetings stepfather. We are well. Why are all laying scattered about the bed like this?," Franklin replied curiously.

Adolf looked around the bed at the other reclining figures.

"The girls are sleepy after their bath and just relaxing. The baby is also asleep now so we are trying not to make too much noise. The bed is so big that everyone can just find a wide open quiet spot just for themselves to sprawl out over," Adolf sleepily explained with a stifled yawn.

"We have been waiting a long time!, Have you all just been laying about for an hour after your bath keeping us waiting?!", Franklin asked indignantly.

Adolf blinked.

"Oh no, nothing like that. The girls only got out of the bath like 5 minutes ago and got into their nighties to nap. Those girls would be fast asleep by now if they had been here for an hour," Adolf explained, rubbing the back of his neck absentmindedly with a hand.

"They have been bathing this entire time?!, How could they possibly take over an hour just to get clean?," Franklin asked incredulously.

Adolf got an extremely awkward look in his face and body language.

"Um, lets just say that they are very slow bathers," Adolf said awkwardly.

Franklin was about to press for details when Violet interrupted.

"Master it is really not important to waste time on their bathing habits, we need to get married as soon as possible, this conversation is simply delaying our wedding," Violet pressed urgently, her voice slightly frantic with obvious intense nervous impatience.

Franklin suddenly remembered himself and nodded, instantly regaining his near sickening nervous anticipation.

"Yes never mind, we have to talk to my mother," Franklin told Adolf and continued on without hesitation.

Wendy was reclining lazily on the bed ahead, with the newborn baby laying asleep beside her. Wendy was maybe 4 meters from the nearest edge, just laying on sheets with no pillow.

Franklin paused at the sight of what his mother was wearing, what the heck was that?

Wendy appeared to be wearing some sort of milking machine or something?

The outfit was extremely bizarre, he couldn't fathom it from this distance.

"Shh, Heinrich is sleeping. Come both of you, come sit with me here and we can talk, but please whisper," Wendy loudly whispered, gesturing them over.

Franklin hesitated, uncomfortable at the idea of sitting on this sinful bed.

"Come on, I promise I won't molest you," Wendy called, gesturing again.

Franklin reluctantly nodded, and he and Violet cautiously stepped onto the bed.

"Shoes off shoes off!", Wendy suddenly hissed urgently.

Franklin paused, and then reluctantly took off his slightly dirty combat boots, placing them on the floor beside the bed. The sheets had a few noticeable dirty marks from where his boots had earlier touched them, Franklin halfheartedly dusted off these marks with his hands.

Franklin and Violet walked over the bed, which was exquisitely soft under their feet, and carefully sat down beside Wendy, making sure they didn't rock or disturb the baby. Wendy sat up cross legged on the sheets, her weird milking machine outfit on full display.

"What in the Emperor's name are you wearing Mother?," Franklin asked in a whisper before anyone else could speak.

His mother gazed down curiously at the bizarre outfit.

"This is a custom made, finest ice leather, dominatrix maternity corset. It has inbuilt nipple milking cups over my boobs here, flexible transparent milk disposal tubes here and here, and milk collecting bottles down here and here and here and here," Wendy explained with animated excitement, pointing to various features on the bizarre article of clothing.

"Basically, due to the supernatural favours of blessed Slaanesh, my boobs lactate to extreme excess whenever I am producing milk for a baby. This also happened when I suckled you as a baby Franklin. Because I lactate so heavily, I need to wear a special outfit like this one just to manage all the milk," Wendy explained.

"It's a corset top, made of ice leather, and it has inbuilt systems to collect and contain all my unwanted milk into disposable storage bottles, so that it doesn't go everywhere. It's a hygiene necessity," Wendy refined her explanation.

"I think I understand... Wait, what is ice leather?", Franklin asked.

"It's a very thin type of leather that is cooler to wear than almost any other sort of leather, you can sweat through it and shed body heat unhindered through the finest made ice leather. I make all of my dominatrix leathers out of ice leather, it lets me keep cool when I use my daemon strength in my dominatrix gear," Wendy explained with clearly obsessive interest in this topic.

"What animal does this ice leather come from?", Franklin asked.

Violet loudly cleared her throat, reminding Franklin to focus on the topic of their wedding.

"It can come from a variety of extremely thin animal hides, but I personally prefer the supple hides of the Cygnus Giant Fairy-Shrews...", Wendy began answering the question anyway, before being interrupted by another louder throat clearing from Violet.

"Mummy Wendy, can Master Franklin and I please get married today?," Violet asked, cutting any further delays.

Franklin tensed with sick nervous anticipation, going slightly paler with adrenaline.

His mother Wendy paused, looking hard at Violet and then Franklin, her beautiful face creased with intense deep thought.

Wendy spoke softly.

"There is a war on. The enemy is right outside the building, and we have lost all electrical power..."

Franklin tensed, but his mother continued.

"Today is your brother Heinrich's birthday, a day that ought to focus on him, both of you have a new brother sleeping right in front of you, but you have barely spared him a glance, because you are both so horny for each other..."

Violet blushed purple with intense shame, lowering her head in wretched guilt.

"I'm so sorry Mummy," Violet whispered brokenly, crying softly with shame.

Wendy patted Violet on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Hush your tears Violet, your lust is admirable. Blessed Slaanesh thoroughly approves of you being so consumed with lust that you forget all else. I am so proud of you for being so horny," Wendy reassured Violet with extreme tenderness and love.

Franklin sneered at this blasphemy.

His mother looked at him, noting his sneer disapprovingly. She then seemed to just decide to forgive the sneer, relaxing her composure with a deep full body sigh.

"I can taste the lust energies shining from both your souls, it reverberates through the warp, feeding Slaanesh." Wendy mused thoughtfully.

Franklin grimaced at these disturbing words.

"The pair of you are near your breaking point of lust, I can sense how difficult your self control is becoming. Violet is already well beyond her self control, if not for your resistance Franklin, Violet would be having sex with you already, she is too horny at this point to control herself. You alone Franklin are keeping the pair of you celibate, and it is a testament to your iron willed self control that you have maintained celibacy this long in the face of Violet's temptations," Wendy purred with sadistic amusement.

"It has been delectable to drink in your lust and frustration, a part of me would enjoy seeing you two continue in celibacy until you finally break completely," Wendy said with sick evil cruelty in her debauched sensual voice.

Violet whimpered in wretched defeat.

"Please Mother, don't be deliberately cruel to us," Franklin softly begged her, thrilling with terrible fear, deeply aware of his terrible lust for Violet bottled up inside him that was pleading for release.

Wendy paused, sick sadistic relish on her shockingly beautiful face, her mark of Slaanesh glowing bright pink on her cheek as she drank in their suffering and desperation.

"Your nuns won't let you wed without my permission," Wendy purred cruelly to Franklin, her face utterly sadistic.

"I could keep the pair of you unmarried until your blue balls explode," Wendy taunted delightedly.

"That's anatomically impossible," Franklin dismissed.

"Master Franklin!, Don't defy Mummy Wendy!, She will carry out her threat if you provoke her!", Violet pleaded Franklin frantically.

Wendy looked extremely amused on her arrogant sadistic face.

"I'm sorry Mother, please be kind to us," Franklin immediately apologised.

"Be kind to you...", Wendy mused.

Violet bowed down on her knees with her face touching the bedsheets is grovelling submission, whispering wretched pleas for mercy.

Wendy looked down at the grovelling Violet, and her cruel face softened, becoming less sadistic and more merciful. Wendy patted the nun headdress that covered Violet's feather hair.

"Poor child, you are so horny...", Wendy soothed sympathetically.

"Please Mummy Wendy, I am so horny that I almost want to die. It hurts, I am so horny that it physically hurts me," Violet begged in tears.

Wendy turned to Franklin.

"If I let you wed Violet, would you have enough sex with her to please Blessed Slaanesh?," Wendy asked Franklin sternly.

Franklin grimaced in revulsion at such a blasphemous question!

"Maybe you should just stay celibate...", Wendy mused warningly.

Franklin flustered and stammered in horror.

"How, how much sex is that?", Franklin asked haltingly, feeling so utterly defeated.

"As much sex as Violet wants, you will not spurn her, you will not leave her unsatisfied, you will have sex with her every day, and you will keep having sex until SHE is completely satisfied!, Do I make myself clear?," Wendy sternly commanded.

Franklin considered this. It was not a sinful request for a married man to satisfy his own wife.

"I promise to satisfy my wife every day if able to do so," Franklin solemnly promised.

Wendy paused for a long time, considering.

Wendy then pulled a small vox device from the hidden depths between her massive swollen breasts, and called someone.

"Hello Security Guardsmen, this is Wendy Sevenson, I am extending a re-invitation to all of my earlier guests to enter my bedroom immediately, make the passes valid for the rest of the day unless I rescind them," Wendy dominantly commanded into the vox.

"Oh, and I also invite the earlier medic squad back in my bedroom, I need them to set up furniture for a wedding service...", Wendy added!

Franklin and Violet both gasped so loudly in intense gratitude and excitement that they woke up the baby.

They were getting married today!

***...

Ten minutes later, Franklin and Violet stood facing each other, holding both of each other's hands, gazing in wonder into each other's eyes.

They were dressed the same as before, standing in a cleared space in front of rows of chairs containing all of the guests. They were getting married!

Behind them stood the grim stern Mother Superior, and to one side was a table containing freshly printed wedding paperwork forms. It was a brutally simple affair, with no preparation whatsoever beyond the printing of paperwork and rearranging of chairs.

Franklin was trembling with excitement, and fully erect in his pants, he was about to wed and bed Violet!

Violet herself was so horny that her nun habit had a huge wet patch at her crotch!

The pair of them couldn't wait to get into bed together!

Franklin's twin hearts were racing, everything around him was a blur, he was so excited that he could barely function.

"Ok, marry them please Mother Superior," Wendy called from the audience chairs expectantly.

Mother Superior murmured gruffly and cleared her throat.

"Let's not delay this cleansing of sin any longer. By the Holy Emperor of Man I now pronounce Franklin Sevenson and Violet Smith husband and wife," Mother Superior pronounced with surprising brevity...

Franklin and Violet both blinked, not fully believing it. Was that all?, Were they married now?

The audience cheered, making the pair flinch from their confusion.

Violet was the first to recover, and threw herself on Franklin, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately!

Franklin cummed himself on the spot, savagely aroused, and for once he didn't try to fight against his urges, returning the kiss passionately.

The pair kissed in a frenzy, tugging at each other's clothes...

"Ahem, the paperwork still needs filling out," Mother Superior reminded them.

Franklin and Violet stopped kissing with painful effort, and moved to the table with the paperwork.

The pair rushed through the paperwork as quickly as they could, completing it in a blur.

Franklin then lifted Violet over his shoulder like a meat carcass, and looked around for somewhere he could bed her.

The other people in the room had other ideas, and wanted to congratulate the married couple.

"Please everyone, congratulate us later!, We have to fuck!, I'm so horny for Master Franklin I am on the verge of crying!", Violet begged the other people trying to congratulate them.

Franklin expected his nuns to be outraged by these shameless words, but to his surprise they seemed completely unbothered?

"You may take your new wife to a private place and consummate your marriage Franklin," Mother Superior told Franklin gruffly.

Franklin was elated, and simply sprinted away without another word, Violet still carried over his shoulder.

He exited the room, and impatiently waited as he was let out through the slow series of dungeon gates.

The moment the last gate was open Franklin sprinted off again, leaping down the stairs, resenting every second of delay!

He burst out onto the floor they were staying on, and charged down the hallway, racing towards his bedroom.

He threw open the bedroom door, and slammed it again behind him.

Franklin slept on the cold hard floor, he had no bed. He sat down on the floor, pulling Violet off his shoulder onto his lap.

Violet was already ripping off her clothes, had already shed her top and headdress, wearing only pants and a bra.

Franklin yanked off her pants and shoes, Violet took off her bra, wearing only soaking wet panties now.

Franklin grabbed the waistband of her panties, tugged them off, threw them away across the room.

Violet was totally naked on his lap now, she was moaning crazily with lust, her eyes crazy with carnal desire.

He wrapped his arms around her naked body and kissed her passionately, finally letting go of his self control and releasing his terrible lust.

Violet put her tongue in his mouth, licking his tongue all over inside his mouth!

Franklin ejaculated hard in excitement, and Violet tugged at his clothes, trying to strip him naked.

Franklin pulled off his clothes, revealing his muscular naked astartes body, and Violet grabbed his erect penis immediately, guiding it to her vagina!

Franklin felt the extremely wet soft lips of Violet's vagina press at the head of his penis. Violet pressed hard and the wet lips parted around the head.

Franklin groaned in ecstasy as the wet vagina slowly slid all the way down his shaft, the lubricated vagina rubbing wonderfully on the edges of the head of his penis!

They were one flesh now.

He was inside Violet's wet loins!

Franklin lay on the floor on his back, Violet was straddling his hips, his marriage limb inside her marriage hole!

This wasn't a sin, she was his wife!

Violet was bouncing up and down on his member, very energetically, she was moaning hoarsely.

Her big breasts were bouncing around as she gyrated up and down!

Franklin was hard as stone, he was howling like an animal in pleasure from the vaginal rubbing on his shaft!

Every wet rub was ecstasy on the intensely sensitive head of his erect penis, he flinched with pleasure from every slightest rub, his face contorted in pleasure.

Franklin gripped hold of Violet's hips, pulling her down as he thrusted up with his hips. Violet was screaming with pleasure.

The pleasure grew sharply, impossibly strong, almost so intense it was agony!

Franklin climaxed hard inside Violet, roaring with pleasure, the semen felt wonderful pumping down his constricted urethra!

Violet didn't stop as Franklin was momentarily stunned by his orgasm, she continued bouncing energetically on his pelvis.

Franklin recovered from the stun of his orgasm, and groaned once more at the feel of his glans sliding inside Violet's wet loins.

Franklin reached up with both hands, and grabbed Violet's large breasts with his hands.

They were wonderfully soft and smooth in his hands, he felt intense pleasure from handling them.

Franklin squeezed the breasts experimentally, they were spongy.

He squeezed harder, squeezing and releasing and squeezing and releasing in a rhythm, squeezing very hard each time.

Violet screamed in a combination of pain and pleasure, and gyrated even faster.

Franklin moaned deeply as she wetly rubbed on his member, and he tugged hard on her breasts like a hand grip to repeatedly pull her down into his upward thrusts.

Violet screamed in agony from her breasts, but her vagina got noticeably wetter on his shaft, she was excited by the pain.

Franklin tugged mercilessly on her breasts, squeezing them brutally hard, and just pitilessly pulled her to his loins, his pleasure steadily growing.

Violet was shrieking in agony, eyes wide with torment, and Franklin brutally penetrated her so fast that he orgasmed again in intense pleasure, once again becoming temporarily stunned with bliss and letting go of her agonised breasts.

Violet dropped her body forward so their chests were touching, still joined at the loins, and passionately licked his face as she rode his penis.

Franklin wrapped his arms tightly around her naked back, and thrust his pelvis mightily into her, penetrating her deeply with extreme force.

Her body couldn't move in his tight grip, his rock hard shaft stretched deeply into the end of her vagina, making Violet scream with pleasure.

Violet's blue feathers were all Franklin could really see as he dragged her body down his torso to really penetrate her extra deeply.

Violet's screaming moaning face was pressed into his chest submissively, she seemed to be in some sort of pleasure coma.

Franklin cruelly stroked her ribs with the fingers of one of the arms that held her crushed against his chest in an iron hug.

Violet squealed with laughter, but couldn't move either of her arms to protect her ribs because of the way Franklin's unbreakably strong arms held her!

Violet laughed frantically in complete trapped defeat, Franklin just kept penetrating her even as he tickled her ribs.

Violet was laughing hysterically, but was completely trapped, Franklin just enjoyed her vagina as she suffered at his touch.

Franklin thrust faster and faster inside the trapped and laughing Violet, his amazing lubricated rubbing pleasure growing every second, and he exploded semen inside Violet with a glorious groan of pleasure.

Violet broke free of his iron hug as he basked in the intense aftermath of his orgasm, and resumed straddling him, scratching at the ribs he had tickled.

Franklin recovered to find Violet energetically bouncing on top of him, her face contorted with carnal pleasure.

Franklin gripped her hips again and pulled her down into his upward thrusts to enhance his pleasure.

Franklin had the eternal stamina of a space marine, never slowing or tiring, and he effortlessly manhandled Violet around to most enhance his own pleasure.

Franklin was in heaven as he got to have sex without sin, it was so liberating to just be able to do this with the Emperor's blessings!

Violet was moaning hoarsely, losing her voice from moaning so much, her vagina was endlessly wet, endlessly eager to accomodate his penis inside it.

Franklin felt the slide of the slippery wet vagina most keenly on the protruding rim of his fat engorged glans, it felt absolutely incredible, so intense that it was almost painful.

With every slide of Violet's slippery wet vaginal wall along the edge of the rim of his glans, Franklin seemed to squirm slightly with pleasure, his face was grimacing with pleasure.

"Oh Master!, I'm cumming I'm cumming!", Violet moaned desperately.

Franklin felt strangely wonderful hearing his wife moan these words, and greatly enjoyed her resulting frantic energetic struggles to rub as fast as possible during her peak of orgasm.

Violet screamed deafeningly with pleasure, climaxing, but she didn't stop her energetic affections.

Franklin enthusiastically kept thrusting inside Violet, thrilling from the slide of each thrust, and groaned as he felt another orgasm peaking.

Franklin quickly lost count of the number of times he inseminated Violet. Franklin's space marine organs seemed to just recharge his sperm so quickly that he never seemed to get empty.

Franklin and Violet had not once separated their joined loins since they started, and a lot of sperm was flowing out of Violet down Franklin's erect shaft, soaking his pubic hair.

Violet twisted around on his penis, so that she had her back facing him as she straddled his pelvis.

Franklin had a full view of Violet's lovely ass bouncing energetically on his pelvis.

But Franklin also had a full view of all of Violet's mutations!

Ew yuck!

Violet was resting her shins on the floor as she bounced with her knee joints, and her gross scaly mutant bird feet were pointed right at him!

Her long brilliantly blue mutant feathers were covering more than half her back, dominating his view of her!

Franklin filled with holy disgust, he had to punish her for these filthy mutations!

Franklin was about to tickle her, but paused. He was her husband now, he could punish her properly.

Violet was obliviously still energetically bouncing on Franklin's penis and moaning, she hadn't noticed anything.

Franklin looked around, and saw his combat pants laying in easy reach.

Franklin silently grabbed his pants, and stealthily removed the thick leather belt...

Violet was still obliviously bouncing...

Franklin flexed the brutal belt and took careful aim at Violet's bouncing ass...

CRACK!

Violet screamed shrilly in agony as the belt struck her bare ass with terrible force.

Franklin struck again, swiping her ass with appalling force.

Violet screamed louder, and tried to get off his penis to escape the pain.

"Keep bouncing on my penis!", Franklin ordered her strictly.

Violet squeaked in dismay, but obeyed with a frightened reply of "Yes Master".

Violet fearfully resumed bouncing.

CRACK!

Violet cried out in agony as her ass was belted blisteringly hard.

Franklin beat her bottom again and again, eliciting screams of pain, but Violet kept bouncing fearfully, pain and terror in her face.

Franklin was merciless to his mutant wife, and belted her backside again and again as she pleasured his penis with her bouncing vagina.

"Bounce faster!", Franklin demanded, his pleasure growing.

Violet fearfully obeyed, bouncing very fast.

Franklin reached up with his hands and grabbed hold of her unnatural mutant feathers. They were soft and floppy and bendy, and up to two foot long.

Violet was dismayed by his grabbing of her feathers, fearing he would rip them out.

Franklin instead simply tucked all the feathers around to the front of her shoulders, leaving her back completely uncovered.

Violet was still bouncing fast, she looked so afraid.

Franklin took careful aim...

CRACK!

The belt swiped across her back, Violet arched back her spine reflexively in agony, screaming loudly.

"Keep bouncing fast!" Franklin reminded her as she slowed down in her torment.

Violet submissively obeyed, looking completely dominated.

Franklin enjoyed the wonderful feeling in his penis as he beat her back over and over again with his belt.

Violet was bouncing frantically in dismay, screaming in agony from her savage beating.

Violet's bottom and back were bruising badly, but Franklin just kept beating her as she pleasured him.

Franklin moaned as he started to peak towards climax, beating Violet raw as he energetically penetrated her.

Violet was in tears by this point, but Franklin didn't care, and just beat her all the harder as his pleasure grew.

Franklin threw back his head and gasped in intense ecstasy as he came hard inside the battered Violet, it felt so good.

Violet frantically turned back around to face Franklin on his penetrating member while he was distracted by his orgasm, tucking her feathers back behind her back, minimal mutations now visible to Franklin.

Franklin liked this view better, and lowered his belt, grabbing Violet by the breasts and fondling them as he thrusted inside her.

Violet's earlier tears gave way to moans of pleasure, and she enthusiastically coupled with Franklin.

The enthusiastic penetration of Violet just continued on and on, Franklin had no desire to uncouple from Violet's wet loins.

Violet came frequently and loudly, they just kept coupling.

Hours stretched by, they didn't even pause, it felt too good to stop.

"Master this feels so good, but I am getting really thirsty and hungry," Violet eventually informed him submissively.

Franklin shrugged, and just kept penetrating her with extreme pleasure.

"May I have permission to stop having sex to eat and drink Master?", Violet asked hopefully as his hips energetically bounced her.

"Permission denied, keep having sex with me," Franklin ordered sternly.

Violet moaned obscenely from his merciless treatment of her, and just kept bouncing in silence for a while, giving Franklin several more intense orgasms.

"Master I am getting very hungry and dehydrated, I must eat and drink," Violet spoke up again after a while.

Franklin was irritated, but her request was not unreasonable.

Franklin didn't stop, but looked around for his pants, remembering that he had had a full water canteen hooked to his belt earlier.

Franklin found the canteen on the floor in easy reach, freed from the belt earlier when he used his belt to punish Violet, and simply handed the full canteen to the bouncing Violet.

Violet took the canteen gratefully, and drank deeply as she kept straddling him. Franklin simply kept penetrating her with mighty thrusts, grunting with pleasure from the feel of her vagina.

Violet eventually stopped drinking, closed the canteen and placed it on the floor beside her right leg. Franklin just kept making love to her.

"Master, I am still hungry...", Violet begged submissively from his pelvis.

Franklin looked around the room again, he recalled that he had some packaged food ration bars.

The room was bare of furniture, all of his meagre possessions were simply piled neatly on the floor beside one wall. Among these possessions was a box of packaged military ration bars, some sort of seaweed based edible material.

Franklin saw the box, annoyingly out of reach. He raised himself and Violet awkwardly up on his hands and feet with his torso still facing the ceiling, and simply awkwardly crab walked over to the box, still bouncing Violet the entire time as he moved.

Violet was soon munching on ration bars, and Franklin just kept enjoying her wet loins without the irritation of a single pause in Violet's penetration.

"Oh Master, you are so merciless to me," Violet moaned as she finished eating. Franklin wasn't sure what she was talking about.

The wonderful penetration just continued, it felt so good.

Violet looked a bit exhausted, she was covered in sweat. Franklin didn't care, his wife would submit to his will.

Violet lowered herself forward so that her chest was resting on his chest, panting in exhaustion. Franklin wrapped his arms around her in a crushing hug, immobilising her body in place so that he could penetrate her extra deep.

Violet was still moaning, but was mostly just gasping for breath, completely exhausted.

Franklin showed absolutely no mercy, and just relentlessly penetrated her exhausted body.

"Oh Master, you are so cruel," Violet groaned.

"This is not cruel, I will show you cruel!", Franklin mocked her, and tickled her ribs where her arms couldn't protect them through his tight hug.

Violet screamed with wretched laughter, squirming in exhausted torment, and Franklin gave her a stern lesson in the meaning of cruelty, tickling her nonstop through his next 5 orgasms inside her. Violet heavily wet herself from the tickling by Franklin's second orgasm, covering Franklin's pelvis with yellow urine, but Franklin just forced her to endure all 5 of his orgasms before he finally stopped tickling her ribs.

Franklin still kept penetrating Violet without a moment of pause.

"Master, you are going to fuck me to death," Violet groaned hoarsely, sounding dismayed.

Franklin thrilled with satisfaction at these words, but he didn't stop, it felt too good to stop.

Violet groaned in seeming masochistic delight as he just kept going, she seemed to be suffering?

Franklin moaned with intense pleasure as he orgasmed yet again, it felt so good.

Violet was barely moving now, just laying on his chest and twitching slightly.

Franklin ignored this, and just kept focusing on the pleasure his wife's private parts gave him, she was just his tool to use to give himself pleasure.

For a while Violet just lay on his chest, she seemed to be sleeping?

Violet seemed to wake up with a start maybe two hours later. Franklin hadn't stopped the entire time.

"Oh Master, you fucked me even after I passed out?, You are so wonderfully cruel!" Violet exclaimed.

Franklin just kept pleasuring himself in her loins.

"I'm satisfied now Master, you can stop anytime," Violet told him hopefully.

"I am not satisfied yet, we will continue," Franklin ordered her.

Violet gasped in submissive dismay, but groaned, "Yes Master".

Violet seemed to suffer more and more as Franklin forced her to continue. She orgasmed endless times, but these orgasms now seemed to hurt her.

Franklin just mercilessly forced his wife to keep cumming, it still felt so amazingly good for him.

"Master can we please stop soon, it is agony!", Violet begged him frantically.

"No stopping," Franklin denied her request.

Violet groaned in agony.

"Hajsnip!, Hajsnip hajsnip hajsnip!", Violet screamed the safe word over and over again!

"Violet!", Franklin shouted in angry disbelief.

"I'm so sorry Master!, I can't go on," Violet whimpered in tears.

Franklin stopped bouncing Violet, but didn't pull out of her. She just sat resting on his pelvis with Franklin's penis sitting unmoving inside her, she was crying and gasping with exhaustion.

"I won't pull out of you, hopefully after a minute of rest you will be ready to continue," Franklin told her hopefully.

Violet nodded brokenly and just sat on him being penetrated, weeping into her hands.

Franklin patted her thigh affectionately, and waited impatiently for her to stop being silly and continue.

5 minutes passed, Violet seemed little improved.

"Are you ready to continue now?", Franklin asked expectantly.

Violet simply shook her head from behind her hands, still weeping...

"When do you think you will be ready to continue?", Franklin asked his weeping wife.

"It hurts so much...", Violet whimpered.

"What hurts?",

"My pussy, it hurts...", Violet whimpered.

"You like pain," Franklin dismissed her silliness.

"I can't even move, it hurts when I move..."

"You don't have to move, you can just sit there," Franklin reminded his wife.

"I can't even pull you out of me, it hurts too much to even pull you out!", Violet lamented in dismay.

"You don't have permission to uncouple your loins from mine anyway," Franklin dismissed.

"Oh Master, you are so mean to me!", Violet groaned in a strange mixture of arousal and protest.

Franklin took this to mean she was ready to continue, and resumed bouncing.

Violet wailed in terrible agony and started weeping uncontrollably as he mercilessly resumed bouncing her.

"Hajsnip!", Violet whimpered the safe word pitifully.

Franklin irritably stopped bouncing again. Violet just wept inconsolably on top of him, clutching pitifully at her loins enveloping his shaft.

Franklin reached up his hands and passed the time playing with her pleasingly large boobs as she continued being weepy, her boobs felt so good to play with.

Violet tolerated his hands on her breasts, and just lamented to herself for a while, his penis still resting inside her.

Franklin got excited playing with her boobs, they were so soft and sweaty!

Franklin thrilled at the feel of her naked breasts, and this thrill was enhanced by the fact that his penis was literally inside her!

Violet was still crying, but Franklin felt his pleasure peaking blissfully.

Franklin spontaneously ejaculated inside Violet from his excitement, it felt so good!

Violet wailed pitifully as she felt him ejaculate inside her, and wept worse than ever...

"Stop crying Violet," Franklin firmly told his wife.

Violet just cried harder from his words.

Franklin reached out and tickled her stomach.

Violet wept but still laughed involuntarily, far too ticklish to resist laughing even now.

Violet struggled and thrashed, but Franklin just kept squeezing her stomach as she laughed hysterically.

Violet was still joined by the loins to Franklin, and couldn't escape the belly tickles without uncoupling.

Violet frantically tried to pull her vagina off him to escape...

Violet suddenly shrieked with agony and gripped at her vagina before pulling out even an inch!

Violet wept wretchedly, in too much pain to pull Franklin out of her, and slid all the way back down his shaft with a shriek of agony.

Franklin tickled her mercilessly, she laughed pitifully, trapped in place by the pain in her loins.

Escape for Violet was impossible, she just sat stuck to his pelvis and laughed hard, defeated by his hands squeezing her stomach.

Franklin showed no mercy at all, and just tickled his wife without stopping.

Violet was laughing too much to cry anymore, which was a huge improvement, and Franklin kept tickling her harder and harder, not giving her a chance to cry.

After maybe 15 minutes of pitifully hard tickling, Franklin cautiously reduced the intensity.

Violet giggled and panted when he finally stopped, but she didn't cry, she looked like she was in shock or something.

"Ready to continue having sex?", Franklin asked his wife expectantly.

"Hajsnip..."

"I wish you would stop saying the safe word," Franklin grumbled.

"Please hajsnip!"

Franklin sighed in exasperated annoyance.

"I need medical attention..."

"You do?", Franklin asked in surprise.

"I can't pull off your penis Master, I need medical help just to get me off!", Violet sobbed.

Franklin decided that maybe she was right...

***...

Franklin felt extremely awkward as he crab walked naked down the hallway, with the weeping Violet riding his pelvis like a cavalry rider.

They needed to somehow get medical help to separate without hurting Violet, but they needed to find other people in order to do that.

Franklin's room had not contained a vox, and no one had came when they yelled for help...

Opening the door had not been as difficult as might be expected, as Violet herself was upright on his pelvis and had simply opened the door for Franklin, but the easy parts of this endeavour had unfortunately ended there.

Violet at least was wearing her bra and the top half of her nun habit to cover some of her modesty, and held her crumpled nun pants in front of her crotch to completely hide her vagina from public view. Franklin just hoped against hope that the bottom of her long sleeved nun habit top covered her bare buttocks from view, Franklin would not have his wife be uncovered in public like a whore!

Franklin himself was completely naked, but this didn't bother him so much, a man being naked was nowhere near as bad as a woman being naked after all.

Franklin continued awkwardly crab walking down the hallway, alternating between backwards and sideways, unsure which was less awkward and uncomfortable.

The hallway was empty, this entire floor was empty.

This floor had originally contained hundreds of those filthy tickled laughing naked slave whores that his mother owned, but had been the least populated floor devoted to the laughing whores. Other floors housed thousands of the vile naked sluts.

The floor had been more or less empty by the standards of this building, and most of the floor had just been used as a place to store random junk like boxes and broken furniture. Franklin and his nuns had simply claimed this mostly unused floor for themselves back when they first moved in before the tyranid war.

The tickle whores and the vile daemons who tormented them had been evicted by Franklin, (with his mother's permission), and room had been found for the vile women in the dungeons on other floors.

In the aftermath of the evictions, this floor had always been largely empty of people, few of the depraved denizens of this tower had any reason to come here anymore.

Franklin hoped to find one of the people rescued from Violet's home, preferably a nun, but even a bird mutant might be around here. Because this floor had already been empty apart from junk and deserted dungeons, it had naturally been used to house all of Wendy's guests, and each guest had one of the rooms to themselves, usually with a bit of basic furniture the guards had found for the guests.

The floor seemed deserted however...

"I think they are still all upstairs visiting Mummy Wendy," Violet said with a slight hiss of pain.

Franklin was inclined to agree...

Franklin awkwardly crab walked all the way to the stairwell door, which Violet opened for him, and uncomfortably crab walked inside.

"Do we head up or down Master?", Violet asked, looking at the stairs.

"We head up, to my mother's floor," Franklin answered, and very awkwardly crab walked up the stairs.

Violet squeaked in dismay as the gradient of his pelvis shifted, and held on to his chest for balance, obviously in pain as her body shifted about on his embedded penis, (which was still chronically erect despite everything).

Franklin grunted with discomfort as he so awkwardly clambered up the stairs, making slow progress.

A non-astartes would have been exhausted before getting halfway up the stairs in this awkward and undignified position, but Franklin's stamina was eternal. He just kept climbing as Violet rode him like a cavalry animal.

After an extremely uncomfortable climb and many minutes, Franklin climbed the several floors all the way to his mother's floor.

Franklin burned with embarrassment as he crab walked all the way to the first dungeon gate to get into Wendy's bedroom.

"What the jumping monkey fuck?!", an on guard Security Guardsman manning the gate exclaimed at the sight of them.

Franklin blushed crimson with deep shame.

"We need medical attention, we are stuck together at the loins, a sex injury," Violet rapidly explained.

"Hey boys, you have got to see this!", the guard called to his fellows.

Franklin physically ached with shame!

An entire squad of men was now gawking at them through the bars!

"We need help," Violet begged the men.

"Do you have an invited visitor pass card?", one of the guards asked sternly.

"Shit! I left them back in the room!", Violet exclaimed in dismay.

"Then I'm afraid we can't open the gate to help you," the guard apologised.

"Call Wendy, tell her we are out here, she will re-invite us," Violet begged.

"Um, alright..."

"(Vox crackle), Mistress Wendy, you are not going to believe what we found at the gate here..."

Franklin burned all over his body in shame.

"Well well well," Wendy laughed in delighted sadistic amusement when she finally personally arrived at the gate to investigate, "your wedding night is going well I see".

Franklin was so humiliated that he thought he might die.

"I simply HAVE to take a photo on the vox for my photo albums",

"No wait!"

(CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK)

"What lovely photos, I will send them to Luke at once".

"Oh holy Emperor!"

"The entire family is going to laugh about this one for YEARS to come", Wendy laughed in delight, and FORWARDED the photos to other people on her vox!

"Let them both in guards, give them both a one day pass card. The medics inside had better get the happy couple unstuck," Wendy laughed melodically.

Franklin had never felt more embarrassed in his entire life as he crab walked into the room in full view of his nuns...

Oh merciful Emperor the shame!

***...