Part 17

Community of the depraved.

Chapter 118(Orphan)

Demoralised dark eldar huddled wretchedly in the airtight tents of the newly constructed medical camp, sheltering from both the rain and the terrible eldar slaying Zalam Theta Virus. Automated heavy bolter turrets, that had been dropped down from orbit, scanned back and forth along the entire perimeter of the colossal camp, as dark eldar stragglers continued to wander into the camp to get decontaminated.

The blaring sonic weapons on the roof of Wendy Sevenson's distant tower were blasting out orders in the harsh voices of Night Lords, the orders given in the eldar tongue in an attempt to both confuse enemy listeners and to be clearer to the dark eldar. Currently the orders being blared out were instructions to regroup at this camp for decontamination, followed by the map coordinates of the camp and a vague description of landmarks to look for.

The casualties from the virus attack had been absolutely gruesome in the aftermath of the space port debacle, with over a million dark eldar missing in action presumed dead. Stragglers kept arriving periodically in response to the orders over the sonic weaponry, but dehydration would soon force the remaining dark eldar to remove their helmets to try to drink, and attempting this without first undergoing hospital grade decontamination was almost certain death.

Zalam Theta Virus was absolutely lethal to eldar. It was a biological weapon that the necrons had originally engineered to deal with pesky eldar on their tomb world of Zalam Theta, with horrifying consequences for the craftworld expedition from Biel-Tan who was on Zalam Theta at the time.

Nurgle, god of all pestilence and diseases, had been delighted to add a copy of Zalam Theta Virus to the arsenal of the great garden of Nurgle in the warp, and the followers of Nurgle had been using this virus against the eldar ever since. It was equally lethal to all species of eldar, including dark eldar, but completely harmless to humans and other non-eldar.

Faced with a necron bio weapon, these dark eldar were very lucky to be alive at all, and only Wendy's tower had saved them by rapidly blaring out life saving orders.

The local Tyranids and their chaos god Nurgle were extremely annoyed by the pesky interference from Wendy's tower saving the army, and tiny lightweight mortar shells were currently raining down with appalling accuracy on Wendy's tower roof, trying to take out the sonic weapons.

On the now decontaminated roof of the building, irritated Night Lords in power armour easily shrugged off the paltry shrapnel from these pathetic mortars. The genestealer cult seemed to favour extremely lightweight mortars that were very easy to carry and reposition quickly, rather than much heavier mortars that could actually do some real damage, and had so far only succeeded in pissing the Night Lords off without harming either them or any of the equipment.

The sonic weapons and plasma generators up on the roof were military grade devices, designed to shrug off small arms fire and shrapnel without damage, and none of the mortar shells had done more than slightly scratch them.

The Tyranids would have to try something much better than this if they wanted to silence the tower, this current attack was absolutely pathetic.

Inside the tower things were completely normal, so normal in fact that one Violet Sevenson was currently far far more concerned about a hard spanking from her husband, than from some laughable attack on the tower...

***...

Mrs Violet Sevenson, wife of Franklin, felt a strange combination of horny and terrified, as she grovelled semen smeared and completely naked on the hard floor before her shirtless brutal husband.

"Do you call this floor CLEAN!", her husband Franklin demanded severely, swiping her naked body viciously hard with a thick brutal leather belt.

Violet screamed in a combination of agony and masochistic pleasure, fountaining wet now, and stammered apologies to her merciless husband.

"I'm sorry Master! I will clean it again!", Violet promised adamantly.

"Do you expect me to waste time waiting for you to do properly what you should have done properly the first time!?", Franklin snapped, belting her again with excruciating force.

Violet moaned in Slaanesh fuelled masochistic bliss, she was so turned on by this.

Franklin was wearing only dark blue combat trousers, hung with a scabbarded combat blade and other military supplies, and wore polished black combat boots, his deliciously well muscled pale chest and arms left bare, and swollen with pussy dampening hypertrophy!, He had the bulge of a massive erection under the fly of his trousers, his cruel hard face was severe and merciless! It was so arousing!

Violet was completely naked, having barely worn clothes at all ever since the wedding. Her skin and feathers were caked with her husband's dry semen stains, a testament to the sheer number of times he fucked her each day, and she was completely black and blue all over from bruised agonising belt marks. Violet was little more than a mercilessly fucked and beaten slave ever since the wedding, and she loved it!

Her husband beat her again, kicking her on the floor so that she coughed as the wind was knocked out of her, the belt bit deep into her naked skin!

Violet cowered on the floor, pussy dribbling out fluid in excitement, this felt so good!

Franklin was circling around her as she grovelled naked on the floor, his belt lashing out again and again to bite into her delicate soft skin, filling her Slaaneshi brain with extreme sensation.

Franklin was behind her now, wrathfully beating her bum, and Violet tilted her rear end up at him, and reached back to spread her vulva with both hands, offering herself to her husband.

Violet heard the sound of Franklin's fly unzip, and the rear half of her was roughly lifted up. Violet gasped in pleasure as she was forcefully penetrated.

Franklin was her husband now, there was no sin in him having vaginal intercourse with her, and he no longer resisted the temptation to fuck her.

The sex could best be described as hateful, little different than rape except that Violet was consenting, forceful and rough and painful, dripping with xenophobic hate.

Franklin didn't even stop beating her as he angrily and forcefully fucked her from behind, nor did he stop yelling severe condemnation at her, and this horrible treatment was making Violet so utterly wet that it was almost scary.

Violet moaned brazenly as she was hatefully abused, the agony and degradation and humiliation was so good!

Her husband called her racist nasty insults as he beat and fucked her, horribly vile hateful words, said with hate just to hurt her and degrade her. Violet was so fucking wet from this domestic abuse, her pussy was in ecstasy and weeping lubricating fluids.

Violet moaned and screamed in orgasm like a complete whore, before then immediately having a second orgasm, and a third. It felt so good!

Franklin grunted in pleasure, and Violet felt him spurt inside her.

Franklin immediately pulled out and dropped her back down to the hard floor, hurting her from the hard impact with new terrible bruises and grazed knees!

Franklin kicked her hard between the legs, so hard that she slid slightly over the floor, and resumed mercilessly belting the grovelling moaning woman.

"Oh Master, you make me so wet," Violet moaned at Franklin in ecstasy.

Her husband ignored her words, and just kept beating her up, his face filled with wrath and xenophobic hate.

Violet was black and blue with bruises, bleeding from numerous grazes, and in obvious extreme pain, but her husband didn't stop his domestic violence against her.

Violet had not completed her housekeeping chores to her husband's exacting uncompromising standards, and was getting brutally punished as a result. Franklin did not tolerate or forgive failure or imperfection in his groveling submissive wife, and savagely beat her for the slightest failings.

Violet could not have been wetter from her marriage so far, this was perfect!

Violet thought silent prayers of thanks to her blessed god Slaanesh for giving her such a perfectly cruel husband to fill her with agony each day, the pain and degradation felt so good!

Violet crawled around the floor before her husband, kissing his feet as he stripped lines of skin from her naked back, she was in heaven!

Franklin angrily got an arm under her and hurled her onto their newly acquired metal dining table, hurled so hard that she slid across the table and fell off the edge onto the hard floor with a loud thump!

Violet moaned in orgasmic agony as she lay twitching on the hard floor in indescribable pain, her pussy waterfalling with masochistic wetness.

Violet looked up gasping as Franklin stalked around the table to tower over her, holding his belt menacingly.

The belt swiped across her bare tits, making her shriek with pain, and she reached down with her hands to spread herself open once again in offering to her husband.

Franklin grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the floor, slamming her down on the table!

Violet gasped as she was roughly fucked across the table by the standing Franklin, pulled forcefully into his cock as she sprawled across the table, moaning her head off.

The door to their single room home was suddenly opened, and a gaggle of nuns walked in!

Violet blushed, but Franklin didn't even slow down, merely giving his nuns an imperial salute as he continued fucking her across the table!

The nuns did look uncomfortable, that was without a doubt, but they apparently did not consider this situation to be "sinful", as Violet and Franklin were married.

Violet blushed in dismay as the bigoted nuns sat down in chairs at the table, and watched Violet's forceful penetration with disconcerting interest and intensity!

This was so humiliating! The nuns were sitting all around the table looking at the cum stained naked Violet being hate fucked!

Franklin wrapped an impossibly strong hand around Violet's small fragile neck and squeezed with terrible power, choking her!

The choking hand pulled her body hard into the penis penetrating between her legs, as she frantically gasped for breath!

Her vision was going grey!

The hand softened it's strangling grip slightly, letting her gasp in desperate breaths!

Violet felt so completely weak and powerless and dominated, she was so savagely turned on!

Violet was blazing with intense pleasure, this felt so GOOD!

She just lay gasping as she was dominantly fucked in front of this audience, humiliated but drowning in extreme pleasure.

Violet choked out a hoarse moan as she came so hard that it was dizzying, her loins jolting with incredible pleasure, this was heaven!

Violet came again and again as the nuns sternly watched her, unable to escape their judgemental uncompromising gaze, completely naked and fucked hard right in front of them, as they watched Violet cum over and over again like a complete whore!

This thought only excited Violet even more, making her cum even harder!

Franklin thrust faster and faster, and slammed into her with all his might as he came inside her with a deep groan of manly pleasure.

Violet moaned in bliss as he pulled out of her, and just lay naked sprawled across the table, awaiting orders from her Master.

Franklin turned his attention to his nuns, worshipful submission on his face, and dropped to one knee before the severe women, leaving Violet to blush naked on the table, semen gently dribbling out of her onto the table.

The nuns got up and surrounded the kneeling Franklin sternly, some stroking his ears as others whipped and caned his pale burly body.

Violet did not move from where she lay naked on the table, having not been given permission to get up yet, and just blushed in humiliation as she was left to lay here as the others ignored her.

The nuns continued to beat Franklin, and made him give excessive confessions of his sins. To Violet's surprise these confessions did not include his sex life with Violet, she was his wife now, so apparently sex with her no longer counted as a sin.

Violet quickly got bored as she just kept laying naked on the table, her sweaty body was starting to cool down, and she was acutely aware of all the terrible aches and pains from Franklin's brutal treatment of her, the pain getting steadily worse as her body came down from the buzz of her multiple intense orgasms.

Violet lifted her head, looking at her Master kneeling on the floor in submission to the nuns, unsure if she would get a beating if she got up off the table without being asked.

Time marched by, Violet still lay ignored, and she eventually decided to risk speaking.

"Do I have permission to get up off the table yet Master?", Violet asked her husband submissively.

Franklin and the nuns briefly turned their faces to look at Violet, and Franklin spoke.

"Get up and clean the home again properly this time!", Franklin sternly ordered her.

"Yes Master!", Violet squeaked submissively, and got up off the table to obey.

"May I please finally be given some clothes now Master?", Violet asked hopefully.

"No, you are not leaving this room unless I specifically order you to, you don't get to leave on your own whim, so you therefore don't need clothes, as no other man is going to see you in our room," Franklin said harshly.

Violet thrilled with dominated humiliation, turned on by this sadistic order, blushing wonderfully with shame.

Violet didn't dare to attempt to wash the semen stains from her body without her Master's permission, fearing another beating, and simply found all of the home cleaning stuff, and got to work scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees as Franklin and his nuns resumed ignoring her.

Violet's cum smeared skin was black and blue with terrible ugly bruises, cut and scratched and scraped all over, her naked body terribly beaten up. She was in agony as she humiliatingly scrubbed the floor completely naked, fresh semen flowing out of her completely dominated pussy and down her inner thighs.

Violet crawled all around the floor on her hands and knees, scrubbing everything she could find with excessive care. The semen covering her skin and dripping out of her added to the dirtiness of the floor, forcing her to clean some of the same places all over again, making her humiliating task even more unpleasant.

Violet was actually a bit surprised by how dirty and mouldy the home was, especially as she had just cleaned it earlier. She was sure she had cleaned it properly the first time, but it was completely filthy again now!

No wonder her husband had given her a beating!

How had the room gotten dirty again faster than she could clean it?, Violet wasn't sure, but it was definitely strange.

She cleaned weird places like the tops of door frames, cleaned underneath furniture, she was terrified of missing a single spot this time. She cleaned places twice or even three times, scouring up quite astonishing amounts of dirt, and the cleaning water became completely black with thick filth!

Violet was so humiliated and degraded as she, a mighty chaos sorceress, was reduced to little more than an abused slave scrubbing filth, and she loved it.

Violet very submissively asked Franklin and the nuns to move so that she could clean the floor they were standing on, so Violet could clean it, and the imperials silently moved a few metres without otherwise acknowledging Violet's existence.

It took an astonishing amount of effort, but Violet somehow got the room completely and utterly clean beyond any doubt, and Violet crawled submissively to her Master, informing him that the cleaning was done.

"Go stand in the corner until I am ready to check," Franklin said dominantly!

Violet flinched in dismay but replied "Yes Master", and stood in the corner facing the wall, still completely stark naked!

Violet felt so small and powerless and dominated as she just stood facing the corner like a naughty child, this was so humiliating!

Violet stood in the corner for ages, burning with humiliation as Franklin focused on his nuns for a distressingly long time.

It was boring and undignified, but Violet was too submissive to dare to disobey.

Violet was itchy, but she was afraid to scratch, she wanted to get dressed but she had no choice but to stand here, her Master alone got to decide what Violet could do.

Violet finally heard the sounds of Franklin and the nuns finishing, and she shifted hopefully, eager to leave the corner.

Violet couldn't see, she had to keep looking at the wall, but she could hear the sounds of Franklin very carefully and thoroughly examining the cleanliness of the room.

"Far from perfect, but I suppose it does meet the lowest acceptable level of barely adequate," Franklin said finally.

Violet sighed with relief, truly amazed by how high his standards were.

"May I please leave the corner yet Master?", Violet asked hopefully.

She heard Franklin walk up behind her, he didn't speak. She then heard his fly unzip...

Violet submissively spread her legs as Franklin's strong hands lifted her up by the hips, and groaned in bliss as her vagina was lowered onto his penis from behind.

Violet put her palms against the walls of the corner to steady herself as she was used to pleasure her Master, and moaned loudly in ecstasy.

Her large breasts bounced and wobbled as she was rhythmically fucked, and her mouth was hanging open in a grimace of pleasure as she moaned unceasingly, completely dominated for her Master's pleasure.

Violet was a helpless orgasm machine as she was so dominantly fucked, she couldn't stop cumming if she tried, she was not in control of this situation.

Violet was in heaven as her husband fucked her, leaning her head forward against the corner as she moaned and screamed.

Franklin shuddered and moaned, and Violet felt him cum deep inside her in a powerful spurt.

Franklin pulled out of Violet with sudden force, and lowered her to her feet, still facing the corner.

Violet panted for breath feeling so wonderful.

"Can I leave the corner and have some clothes to get dressed now Master?", Violet panted lovingly.

"No, you took two times to clean my home barely adequately. I will not have my wife fail to be a good housewife. You will stay standing in this corner in punishment," Franklin said sternly.

Violet groaned in dismay but agreed obediently, too submissive to disobey.

"I am going out of the room with my nuns, I don't know how long I will be gone. You will stay standing in the corner. Emperor help you if I find out you have moved from the corner the entire time!" Franklin warned mercilessly!

"I might need to pee Master!", Violet pleaded plaintively.

"You will clean up the floor if you wet yourself," Franklin said inflexibly.

Violet hung her head in wonderful humiliation.

"One more thing, put your hands on your head," Franklin commanded.

Violet obediently put her hands on her head.

"You will keep your hands on your head and stay standing facing the corner until I say otherwise, you will not move," Franklin commanded mercilessly.

Violet thrilled with wonderful submission, saying "Yes Master" with complete obedience.

Violet heard the sounds of Franklin and the nuns leave the room and close the door behind them, leaving Violet standing naked in the corner with her hands on her head.

Violet felt strangely wonderful as she just stood naked like this in the corner with her hands on her head, semen softly dribbling out of her, this was so fucking hot!

Violet was so humiliated, and she loved it.

The minutes stretched on, with Violet just standing quietly in the corner with her hands on her head, not daring to move, and Violet's raging lust gradually cooled down as absolutely nothing happened.

Violet's fountaining wet pussy gradually stopped dribbling fluid, and became relatively dry, she was now relaxed and calm, back to normal.

Violet just stood in place, staring at the corner, hands resting on her head as comfortably as possible for the long wait ahead.

Violet sighed a great big sigh and relaxed.

She felt so strangely peaceful just standing like this with only her own thoughts for company. It was somehow mentally relaxing to know that you only had to stand in the corner for possibly the rest of the day, no other responsibilities or worries, just stand in the corner.

The kids were all being enthusiastically minded by Violet's bird mutant relatives, so Violet didn't have to worry about them. Her job was temporarily on hold during this tyranid invasion, so she didn't have to worry about that either. And her husband of course was the one who had ordered her to stand in the corner, so she didn't even need to worry about pleasing her husband. She could just stand in the corner like a statue all day with no worries or responsibilities.

Violet sighed again, gloriously peaceful.

Violet's marriage so far was absolutely perfect, better than she had expected actually.

Franklin was just so deliciously cruel and mean to her all the time, but he was also stern and strict and uncompromising. His standards of behavioural perfection were so delectably wonderfully impossibly high, and the slightest failure was met by severe discipline.

For a submissive Slaanesh worshipper like Violet who was into extreme BDSM, this marriage really was heaven.

Violet was itchy in various places now, but she did not scratch. She could only move or scratch itches or do anything at all with her Master's permission.

Violet sighed again, feeling so wonderfully dominated, this felt so good.

It was really refreshing for Violet to be the submissive partner for a change after so many years being a Dominatrix to Sevenson Night Lords. For years she had been the one who made Night Lords stand naked in the corner awaiting her whim, she had been the one who whipped and beat people, she had been dominant as her lovers submitted.

Switching roles like this was just so refreshing.

Submissives had all the fun, they got to experience all of the extreme sensations, they were the ones who got fucked and penetrated. Even being forced to stand naked in a corner for hours with your hands on your head had a strange pleasure to it, the pleasure of feeling powerless and dominated and humiliated, the pleasure of being disciplined by someone who was better than you.

Franklin and Violet had only gotten married three days ago, and she was still settling into her new life as her Master's submissive fuck-toy wife.

There was so much more than just his wonderful cruelty and domination. It was just all sorts of little things she had to get used to.

Sleeping for a start was very different. She no longer got to sleep in a comfy soft bed, she now slept on the hard bare floor with her Master, without even a pillow or a sheet to give her any comfort.

Warm baths were a thing of the past, (not that the building currently had hot water anyway), from now on every single bath would be uncomfortably cold, with her merciless belt wielding husband supervising the entire bathing process lest she sinfully touch herself.

Her Master decided what she could wear, indeed he decided when she could even wear clothes at all.

Her Master used clothing as a way of controlling her movements, as she was completely forbidden from leaving their single room home naked but could not put on clothes without his permission. All of her clothes were kept outside the room where she could never reach them, in a guarded room some of the nuns slept in, and she was made to stay naked in the home, with even her used dirty clothes being taken away when she undressed!

If she left the room naked she got savagely beaten, but she couldn't reach the clothes to let her clothe herself! Just to leave the room she was dependent on Franklin or the nuns to bring clothes to her, which they almost always refused to do, making her basically a naked prisoner in this room!

Violet got so wet just thinking about this!

Her husband kept her completely naked at almost all times for his pleasure, only bringing her any clothes when he chose to let her leave the room, and he roughly stripped her naked as soon as she returned home, taking her clothes away again to his nuns.

Violet was honestly amazed by how much the nuns had tolerated this highly sexual behaviour. Before marriage these nuns considered the slightest physical affection to be evil unholy sin, but after marriage these nuns let Franklin do even the most blatantly sexual things to Violet without any condemnation at all.

It was weird, these nuns were so weird, it was utterly ridiculous that sex was at once so awful, and yet so completely fine after just a 5 minute marriage ceremony!?

Franklin kept the cum stained Violet naked in his home, and fucked her right in front of the nuns, and the nuns suddenly didn't care at all?!

Violet was not sure she would ever understand the bizarre conservative logic of the nuns, well actually, it was a bit of a stretch to even suggest that anything so sordid as "logic" had anything to do with their confusing values.

Whatever the illogical reason, Violet was just happy that the nuns now left her sex life alone.

It was actually such a *massive* emotional relief off Violet's shoulders, that she had clearly been unaware of just how big of a crushing burden the nuns had been. Having the nuns finally fuck off was GLORIOUS!

Violet smiled, basking in the wonderful knowledge that the nuns would never ever cock-block her again.

The nuns were now an ever present part of Violet's day even if they didn't cock-block her. Franklin was still under their charge walking "The Painful Path", and they dominated his life completely.

There was no privacy from the nuns, they insisted on watching him bathe, they watched him have sex, they saw him naked. They saw it as their sacred duty to ensure that Franklin had no privacy at all, sometimes even entering their room at night to watch him sleep, and as a result Violet also had no privacy from the nuns, not even when Franklin was balls deep inside her...

Violet was daily humiliated by this unwanted audience of nuns, they even watched her shit!

Violet sighed wonderfully, she just loved this humiliation so much!

Violet had a deeply submissive and masochistic relationship with these nuns now, far more than before the wedding. Franklin was utterly obedient to the nuns, and Violet was utterly obedient to Franklin, meaning that Violet was now utterly obedient to the nuns too.

Violet never dared to offend the nuns, nor did she dare to resist them or argue with them. She figuratively, (and sometimes literally), grovelled before them, desperate to please them to avoid punishment. She was completely subordinate to the nuns, and she got a perverse pleasure from this dynamic.

The nuns were so merciless with Violet, barely tolerating this mutant psyker heretic, and strictly restricted her non-sexual options and behaviour, deciding what she was allowed to do without even consulting her about it!

Violet shuddered with masochistic delight, for the rest of her life a bunch of merciless nuns who hated her guts would be absolutely horrible to her!

It was so fucking hot!

Violet sighed with bliss, this marriage really was perfect.

Violet shifted her stance very slightly, trying to get more comfortable. Her savagely beaten body was throbbing all over in wonderful pain, and her arms were getting sore from holding her hands on her head for such a long time. She was gloriously uncomfortable and quite itchy too.

Violet would stand here, possibly for the entire day, and would still be standing here when her Master returned. He would not let her move immediately, he was too cruel for that. He would come up behind her, touch her breasts and body, he would fuck her from behind...

Violet groaned wonderfully at the thought, so good.

Violet kept her eternal disciplined pose, hands on head, facing the wall, her naked body holding the perfect posture, completely unmoving and enduring every itch without daring to scratch.

Time passed, Franklin still didn't return, her mind wandered aimlessly, having only her own thoughts for entertainment.

Violet thought about the single room home she was standing in, as a submissive "housewife" her life seemed to revolve around this room.

The room had some furniture now, (it had previously been completely empty), it still had no bed of course but it now had some other furniture. The table she had been fucked on, the chairs the nuns had sat on, other furniture as well, all of it related to being a "wholesome housewife".

Violet had cleaning implements galore neatly stored in pristinely clean storage furniture. The room also had several rainwater barrels Franklin had put in a neat row, had a huge metal bucket that doubled as a bathtub, had another bucket to toilet in, even more buckets for other purposes, and some other furniture as well.

The room had no drainage of any kind. Franklin took away the toilet bucket periodically to empty somewhere, leaving Violet naked in the home, and he also took away all the dirty water in a bucket. Whenever Violet scrubbed the floor she had to soak up all the water and wring it out in a bucket, the bath bucket also had to be taken away to empty it.

As of today Violet was pretty much naked all day everyday, cleaning the place mostly on her hands and knees, tidying up any mess, and other such humiliating menial tasks. Franklin freely fucked her all throughout the day without even asking, which Violet had already consented to as their agreed upon relationship dynamic, and punished her severely for the slightest mistake or failure.

It was still very early in the marriage, but Violet really hoped that it stayed good like this long term.

Violet's mind wandered unhappily to the future. Things would unfortunately change eventually. Violet had children, she had a job, she couldn't just stay trapped naked in a single room for the rest of her life. Sooner or later things would return to normal and Violet would have to find some way of balancing the various aspects of her life.

This right here was the honeymoon period before real life started messing things up, it couldn't stay like this forever...

Violet frowned glumly at this thought, such a buzz kill.

Violet forced herself to stop thinking about the future. She could just focus on the pleasures of the moment and let the future worry about itself, that was the Slaanesh way after all, just live for the pleasures of the moment.

Violet smiled, reminding herself that she was stood humiliatingly in the corner, buff naked, hands on her head, utterly dominated by her Master.

Violet expected some external change to happen now that she had correctly adjusted her attitude, imagining that maybe Franklin would return this very moment, but he didn't.

The minutes and hours just very slowly ticked by as Violet stood in the corner like a naughty girl.

It was rather dull actually...

***...

The sounds of the door handle turning finally came!

Violet sighed with relief and made a point of making her posture perfect, her back completely straight and hands neatly on her head with arms smartly positioned. It had been hours but she had managed to hold her position the entire time without breaking discipline to move. She badly needed to pee, she was thirsty, she was hungry, and quite amazingly itchy all over.

The sounds of the door opening sounded. Violet was still looking at the corner and couldn't see, straining her ears to hear. She dared not use her psychic powers around her xenophobic Master, relying only upon her mundane senses to sense her surroundings.

The footsteps of several people sounded entering the room, but no one was speaking, Violet waited expectantly for her Master's pleasure.

Violet could hear footsteps, could hear objects being placed down, could hear chairs being dragged, heard the sound of figures sitting down.

"Ugh! This room is filthy! Was I blind when I thought this was adequately clean?!", Franklin's voice exclaimed in revulsion.

Violet flinched fearfully, terribly anxious now.

"You were not blind Franklin, it wasn't this dirty when we left." A nun said, "Hmm, look at this, this food we left on the table earlier has gone mouldy already. The floor is mouldy too! It wasn't this bad when we left."

There was a hubbub of murmuring voices.

"This building has a serious mould problem, probably from the humidity and poor ventilation. This building probably needs to be aired out or even fumigated to make it stop growing." Another nun opined.

"I suppose that I cannot condemn Violet for the growth of this new mould," Franklin allowed, making Violet sigh with intense relief.

After a few more minutes of various sounds, Violet could hear heavy footsteps coming up behind her.

Strong hands dominantly slid over her body from behind, cupping her breasts and feeling her ass. Violet gasped softly in bliss, trembling with desire.

"You did not move the entire time?", Franklin's voice whispered in question.

"I did not move Master," Violet promised submissively.

Franklin did not reply, his hands continued to grope and explore her body as she kept her hands on her head without moving.

Violet groaned as the hands caressed her body, submissively not moving, as the hands just dominated her body.

Her breasts were squeezed assertively from behind, her nipples twiddled and played with. Violet moaned.

Violet wanted to push her boobs forward into the hands, but she submissively held still, letting the hands dominate her completely as her Master pleased.

A hand dropped down between her legs, and Violet very submissively spread her legs slightly without otherwise moving. The fingers played over her soft folds, noting the extreme wetness that met them.

A hand pulled back away from her body, and Violet heard the sound of her Master unzipping his fly.

The strong hands of her Master spread her thighs and then lifted, lifting her body up, her hands still submissively on her head, and positioned her so that his cock was pressed into her moist folds.

Violet groaned in ecstasy as the cock powerfully slid deep inside her, the pleasure was extreme.

"Oh Master!", Violet moaned as she was fucked from behind.

She had not stopped looking at the corner, she hadn't actually seen him yet, but she didn't need to see to be her Master's fuck-toy, she only needed her wet pussy for that.

Franklin was not at all gentle, his strong hands almost bruised her with their powerful grip, mercilessly tugging on her and slamming her soft flesh into his hard penis!

Violet closed her eyes in bliss and moaned brazenly with Slaanesh-fuelled lust.

Her extreme moaning seemed to excite her husband, and he pounded her all the harder with unstoppable strength.

"Master I'm cumming already," Violet groaned in the bliss of building orgasm.

Franklin didn't reply, and Violet screamed in orgasm a moment later, coming very hard.

Her Master was unrelenting, and Violet was soon having multiples beyond count, her voice going slightly hoarse and sore from moaning so deeply and loudly.

Violet was in heaven as he made her cum again and again, her fingers tightly gripping her scalp feathers to keep her hands on her head as she was put into a sort of pleasure coma.

Her Master roared savagely in great power, and Violet felt his cum flood inside her.

Franklin pulled out of her immediately, and returned her feet to the floor, still facing the corner.

Violet then heard his footsteps simply walk away towards the nuns, with the sound of his fly zipping back up!

"Um, Master?", Violet asked uncertainly.

"What is it Violet?", Franklin asked her sternly.

"Now that you are finally home... Will you let me leave the corner now Master?", Violet asked uncertainly.

"My being home does not change my earlier orders to you. You will keep standing in the corner until I choose to give you permission to stop, I gave you no promises of when I would end your punishment. Stay in the corner with your hands on your head until I tell you otherwise," Franklin reprimanded her mercilessly!

Violet whimpered with dismay.

"I just gave you an order, what do you say when I give you an order Violet?", Franklin asked her severely.

"Yes Master! I say "Yes Master" when you give me an order Master! Yes Master I obey you Master!", Violet squeaked in dismay, feeling submissive and afraid.

Franklin walked up behind her again, and she felt his hands firmly grab her breasts as she looked straight ahead at the wall without moving.

Violet groaned as her breasts were roughly handled, so completely dominated.

Franklin played with her boobs for a few moments more, and then simply walked away, leaving her standing in the corner feeling sexually flustered.

Violet thrilled all over with intense submission as she was just left to stand there!

This was so hot!

***...

Franklin felt no pity whatsoever for his wife Violet as he left the somewhat mouldy room yet again, without letting her leave the corner even once the entire day so far.

As someone who constantly walked the agony filled Painful Path, someone who had suffered far far worse than Violet almost every single day of his life, Franklin had virtually no sympathy for the pain and discomfort of other people who suffered less than himself, not even for his own wife.

Violet's own treatment thus far had been far less painful and severe than even the mildest day back at the Orphanage of Strict Chastisement, she was just being pathetic if she complained about any of this extremely mild treatment.

Not only was her punishment for imperfect domestic behaviour extremely mild, but he was even giving her sexual pleasure and had given her countless orgasms during her punishment, an unimaginable generosity.

Franklin honestly didn't care about leaving his sexually satisfied wife standing in the corner of a slightly mouldy but completely safe room, it was the mildest of punishments and completely safe. Violet would be fine.

Franklin and several of his nuns were walking down a hallway in this floor they had claimed for themselves. The floor area of each level of this building was measured in the hectares, just excessively large, and most levels had large numbers of branching hallways, making it quite easy to get lost if you were unfamiliar with a given floor level.

The hallways of this particular level were cluttered with mouldy boxes and junk, to the point that the dead ends of some of the hallways were piled high with detritus!

The Security Guardsmen who lived and worked in this building informally referred to this floor as the "landfill floor", and had indeed used this floor primarily as a rubbish dump for any non-biodegradable waste that wasn't highly valued by the local recycling industry. There was worthless mouldering junk everywhere on this floor except the relatively few rooms that had been deliberately cleared, some rooms couldn't be entered because they were stuffed up to the ceiling with junk, and some of the rooms couldn't even be reached at all because the hallway outside them was piled high with a mountain of junk.

From what Franklin had heard, garbage disposal was a major problem on an ocean planet with only a few relatively small islands as landmasses. Nearly every single island on this overpopulated planet contained a hive city, and all of the rest of the planet surface was covered in seawater. There was not much available land for use as landfill.

The oceans themselves were used for the aquaculture that fed everyone, and dumping landfill in the ocean would have had very dire consequences for local food production, choking and poisoning the floating farms with floating plastic bags and other harmful or toxic trash.

Food waste and other quickly biodegradable waste of course could be inexpensively decomposed into compost, which was a highly valuable nutrient rich sediment for growing seaweed and algae in aquaculture, so this profitable type of waste was collected for free by the local municipalities.

Certain recyclable materials were valuable enough to be profitably recycled, especially industrially or strategically important metals, and any waste composed of these materials was eagerly collected for free to be used in the local industries.

But everything else that could not be disposed of at a profit was very hard to get rid of. The few landfills that did exist, mostly located on a small handful of largely uninhabited volcano islands, were in massive demand and simply couldn't handle too much waste.

As a result, waste disposal of non-profitable types of waste was EXTREMELY expensive on Dark Tropic.

Franklin's Mother Wendy was rich, she could certainly afford to pay the high price for conventional waste disposal, but simply dumping it inside the building was completely free, and the building certainly had the space to spare.

Wendy's rather irresponsible approach to waste disposal certainly made financial sense, free was generally preferable to expensive after all, but it was rather inconvenient for Franklin and his nuns.

Some of the stuff Wendy was keeping was even recyclable in theory. The disgusting damaged glass penetrative objects for example were easily recyclable. Glass could be recycled, should be recycled, and from what Franklin had heard it was actually modestly valuable to various industries as a recycled material.

Franklin had asked about the glass objects not being recycled, and the answer the Security Guardsmen had given had been utterly ridiculous.

It was all down to a confusing array of recycling bins and recycling protocols.

During normal peace time, huge teams of locally employed municipal recycling collectors would arrive in the foyer of every building early each "morning" to collect various recyclables, using hand pushed wheeled bins to collect the trash. Each bin was colour coded for a specific type of material, but it apparently got really confusing with glass collection.

The municipal recycling collectors had specific different bins for every colour and type of glass beverage bottle on the planet, but they didn't have a specific bin for chipped glass sex toys. Apparently it caused all sorts of damaging mechanical problems to mix the wrong types of glass together in the specific glass furnaces that recycled it, as each furnace machine was carefully calibrated to a specific type of glass. (Apparently there were many different types of glass.)

The municipal recycling collectors pushing the bins couldn't tell just by looking what type of glass the glass sex toys were, and so they couldn't collect them in any of their bins. (They didn't have a bin for general unidentified glass).

It was possible for Wendy's various servants to take the glass objects directly to the glass recycling facilities, and the facilities would take the glass for free and scan it to determine the specific glass type. Unfortunately none of these facilities were close enough to the building to be convenient for the staff to do this without affecting their other duties, and Wendy (understandably) hadn't wanted to hire a bunch of people just to take away her recycling.

And so the glass objects had just been dumped here in the building.

Locally made seagrass-pulp corrugated cardboard boxes of the vile things were everywhere, damp mouldy boxes stacked on top of damp mouldy boxes, sometimes all the way up to the ceiling. Even out here in the hallway Franklin and his nuns were in danger of tripping over the damned boxes in places, they had just been dumped everywhere for years by uncaring staff members.

Even worse than the boxes of glass items were the mould covered feathers.

The boxes were at least set fairly neatly in one place and didn't move much, but the feathers were a completely different story.

This depraved tickling obsessed building was all-but drowning in absurd numbers of feathers of all shapes and sizes and types and colours, both natural feathers from birds or similar animals, and synthetic feathers made artificially.

During peacetime these feathers were used exclusively to tickle the depraved naked slave women who infested this building, and these feathers continually broke or were damaged or worn down by excessive constant use. Some feathers lasted longer than others, depending on their type and composition, but they all degraded in the end and needed to be replaced to continue tickling the depraved women.

The natural animal feathers were of course biodegradable, so these at least could be freely disposed of in the biodegradable waste bins every morning during peacetime.

The synthetic feathers on the other hand were almost impossible for the recycling centres to deal with, as they were frequently composed of at least two different types of synthetic materials, fused together in a way that was almost impossible to separate more cheaply than the materials were even worth to recycle.

When a synthetic feather broke, the only way the local municipal collectors would agree to dispose of it was charging an outrageous fortune to dump it in landfill. Wendy was simply unwilling to pay these disposal fees.

In theory these feathers could be repurposed as filler for pillows or similar products. But unfortunately in practice, none of the local manufacturers wanted anything to do with a defiled broken used sex feather, that had almost certainly touched a vagina or worse, to make their consumer products!

Franklin honestly couldn't blame these local businesses, customers generally wouldn't appreciate having the feather pillow they slept on stuffed with feathers that had previously been all over human private parts!

Apparently, according to the building staff, during peacetime a few Slaanesh worshipping perverts did show up in the building foyer on occasion to happily take used feathers, for reasons Franklin would honestly rather not think about. The problem was that these perverts only wanted the "best" used feathers, whatever that meant, simply refusing to take much of the available degraded feathers.

Franklin had initially wondered if the feathers could simply be disposed of by burning them, but when he suggested this solution to his mother Wendy he had been informed that Dark Tropic, having an extremely expensive artificially processed atmosphere, had very strict rules about air pollution that expressly forbade trash incineration outside of very specific circumstances, (the essential incineration of infectious medical waste being one such exception).

As the feathers couldn't be (legally) burned, and as literally no one wanted to take away these remaining damaged synthetic feathers for free, and as the other way of disposal was prohibitively expensive, all of these feathers were dumped inside the building.

The "landfill floor" that Franklin lived on was completely buried in the damn things. The staff members put the feathers in corrugated cardboard boxes, but rarely seemed to bother properly closing the boxes, often leaving one or more flaps hanging open so that feathers could catch in the air conditioning currents and float out of the boxes.

The feathers were currently covered with vile furry grey moulds in this damp air and stank terribly of mould. This had not been the case in the past, they had previously been quite dry and devoid of growth, but the spreading moulds had made these already foul unhygienic things a hundred times more sickening.

The brightly coloured mouldy things got everywhere, kicked by the shoes of people as they walked, caught in the tread of boots, or blown around by the slightest movement of air. They formed slowly migrating furry drifts of discordant colours all along every hallway, found their way into rooms and even other floors via the stairwell.

Franklin hated the vile things. No one had ever bothered to wash them, and even before the mould started the pungent smell of vaginal juices had clung to the unhygienic things!

The things were annoying, unhygienic, and everywhere, but there was no way to completely get rid of them. They couldn't be dumped outside the building lest the Tyranids eat them as biomass, and even sweeping them up into fresh boxes seemed to be an exercise in futility, as there just always seemed to be more drifts of them.

Franklin and his comrades did their best to simply contain the feathers from getting inside the rooms they habitually used, and routinely swept out the most high traffic hallways to maintain what hygiene they could.

Franklin angrily kicked at a fresh drift of thickly mould encrusted feathers that was in his path in the hallway, hating the vile things with a passion.

"The hygiene state of this building is getting worse all the time," Sister Mary commented distastefully beside him, carefully stepping around drift lines of the defiled mould-furred feathers intermixed with damp mouldy dust bunnies.

Sister Mary was absolutely right, it was getting steadily worse not better, and was almost completely intolerable.

It wasn't just the mould and the feathers, it was also the fact that they were slowly drowning in their own garbage. In the past the building had had at least *some* garbage disposal. Now they had none at all!

Bags of reeking biodegradable trash now lined the hallways in overflowing piles, and tiny pest insects were getting into this trash and breeding furiously, making the hygiene state of the building even worse.

The air itself was thick with dust and mould spores, and alive with buzzing flies. Even worse, after days without power for air conditioning, the air itself was getting stuffy and stagnant and foul, not at all fresh. The atmosphere inside the building was getting more humid and higher in carbon dioxide, the oxygen levels were very gradually dropping over time.

The air in every part of the building now STANK of foul smells, the stench of rotting trash and rancid toilet buckets, the stench of thick dust and damp humid mildew and thick choking mould. The air had previously been clean and odourless air conditioning, now it was just foul and getting steadily worse.

Even the heretical denizens of the building were beginning to reek terribly. The water shortage was such that only the really important people got to wash their bodies now. Franklin and his nuns and his wife were all high ranking enough to have access to sufficient water to bathe, but the eternally naked slave women who infested this building got only water to drink not bathe, and these women stank of armpit sweat and strong vagina smells and of unwashed anuses!

There was just some kind of almost supernatural taint in the atmosphere of the building now, everything had a rank uncleanness to it, the red glow of the emergency lighting seemed more oppressive and sinister.

"We need fresh air soon, this is not clean air we are breathing," Sister Pamela said, gagging at the stench of a pile of transparent trash bags full of wiggling maggots to their left.

The other nuns murmured in agreement, and redoubled their steps, Franklin effortlessly keeping pace with them.

They reached the stairwell, kicking putrid hairy feathers and dust bunnies with their shoes, and an updraft of warm reeking air worse than anything before filled their noses from the stair shaft!

Without working artificial ventilation, the air was following more natural methods of air circulation, namely with hot air rising and cool air falling, using the stairwell and elevator shafts as conduits to circulate. The foul vile air of warmly rotting trash in lower levels was floating up, and the cooler cleaner air was floating down, gradually rendering more and more of the upper floors virtually intolerable.

The landfill floor was traditionally the main dumping ground for trash in the building, but without working elevators it was no longer easy to bring the trash to this floor, resulting in trash accumulating in many other levels, helping to fuel this unholy reeking updraft.

Franklin was unfazed by the stench, but his nuns reeled back in horror from the filthy smell.

Franklin turned to look at his nuns. They were holding hands over their mouths and noses, eyes watering and squinting from the stench.

"I can't stand the smell!", Sister Mary exclaimed in distress. The other nuns said words to the same effect.

Franklin walked back out of the stairwell to attend to his nuns, anxious to comfort them in their distress.

The nuns moved back a few metres from the stairwell door, desiring slightly fresher air, and Franklin followed, fussing over them.

A few moments later they were all interrupted by the sounds of weak bare footed footsteps and sounds of female gasping and gagging.

A naked woman staggered weakly out of the stairwell, gasping heavily for breath!

Franklin and his nuns recoiled in disgust from the naked woman, instantly distrustful.

The woman was shockingly beautiful in the face, quite generously busty in the breasts, and had very long blonde hair, her skin brilliantly pale white from a lifetime in darkness. She was very skinny despite her busty chest, and her arms and legs had so little muscle on them that she had clearly suffered severe muscle atrophy, making her so weak that she clearly struggled to move. On the front of her right shoulder was an elegant slave brand of the rune symbol of Wendy Sevenson. In her weak arms she struggled to hold an extremely lightweight las-carbine, the switch on the side of the weapon currently set to safety mode to avoid accidental firing. She carried nothing else at all and wore nothing of any kind.

The woman was very obviously one of Wendy's Slaaneshi tickle slaves, depraved tickle-masochists who spent a life being tickled in bondage, in chains for so much of her life that her muscles had atrophied.

Franklin and his nuns all sneered in righteous hate at the heretical harlot, not wanting anything to do with her.

"Oh by cruel Slaanesh it stinks in there!", the unnamed slave woman exclaimed in one of the distinctive accents of the local subterranean hive city, gasping in the slightly fresher air of the landfill floor.

Franklin and his nuns said nothing, and backed away slightly.

"I'm so terribly sorry to bother anyone, I was heading upstairs to be tickled by Security Guardsman Potts, but the air got too bad. I can't breathe in there!", the woman apologised, noticing their reactions.

"Then keep heading upstairs," Franklin told her simply, pointing back the way she had came, wanting her to leave his presence.

"I can't go back in there! I will die in that air! It smells too bad!", the woman exclaimed apologetically.

"The heretical harlot is right, the air in that staircase is just too foul to endure. I don't understand how it got so bad so fast," Sister Mary said grimly.

"My, uh, my torturer I guess you could call him, my torturer Security Guardsman Potts, he said he thinks this is the work of foul Nurgle trying to silence the building, I think so too. The rot in this building has been getting worse by the hour at an unnaturally fast rate, ever since the Night Lords started using the blast-masters to issue military orders. Nurgle is angry with this, he is trying to silence the building with unholy rot," the slave woman opined, regaining her breath with effort.

The imperials all recoiled in revulsion at these terrible words.

"You can feel it can't you?, The gaze of Nurgle. The great foul plague god himself is looking at this building right now, he is stooping down from the warp to gaze right at us. You feel it in your soul, the unclean wrongness, everything is so sick and drab, everything is wrong...", the slave woman said, trailing off.

Franklin was chilled by these words, that was exactly what he felt right now.

"Did a plague infect this building?!", Sister Pamela asked in dismay.

"No I don't think so, not a new infection at least. The building is hermetically sealed. But the gaze of Nurgle, it accelerates the growth of all the normal germs and things that were already present in the building, makes things decay much faster than usual. Weeks worth of rot happening in a single day, everything stinks worse than it should," the slave explained grimly.

Franklin and his nuns nodded grimly, that sounded perfectly horrible.

"Look at all the maggots and mould in that garbage bag there. I would wager that that is only yesterday's trash, but it looks like it has been decomposing for weeks!", The slave pointed to a bag of foulness overflowing with maggots.

The imperials recoiled in disgust from the unholy filth that greeted their eyes, the inside of the transparent bag was alive with endless wiggling maggots beyond counting and a thick forest of furry mould.

The air seemed to suddenly go impervious to colour briefly, so that everything looked a horrific unclean black and white for a moment. When the colour returned, the accelerated rot seemed faster than ever, with mould stalks growing out of the top of trash bags with visible speed, becoming forests of unnaturally tall mould stalks in seconds!

"Nurgle is looking right at us! This is his gaze! He wants to silence us!", The slave exclaimed in terrible fear.

"Violet!", Franklin suddenly cursed, "Violet is still in the corner! She might be in danger!"

"Go," Sister Mary told him, Franklin sprinted at top speed down the hallway.

Carpets of maggots and spreading forests of mould stalks squished underfoot as Franklin sprinted down the hallway, every surface of the hall was rapidly putrefying at an alarming rate!

Franklin burst into his home frantically, and found Violet still standing naked in the corner with her hands on her head. The corner she was looking at was only slightly mouldy, deceptively clean to fool Violet or something, but the rest of the room all around her was alive with horrifying spreading thick tall forests of vile grey mould!

The mass of moulds were swaying cautiously around her, staying just out of her view as though afraid of the psyker. The mould stalks were silently reaching towards her neck from behind, like huge hands about to grab her and strangle her! Violet hadn't even noticed the terrible silent peril creeping up on her!

"You can leave the corner and take your hands off your head!", Franklin shouted urgently.

"Yes Master", Violet said sweetly and turned to smile at him.

She then saw the terrible decay all around her that was reaching for her, and screamed in terror!

Franklin charged through the forest of grey furry stalks that filled the room, drawing his combat blade and slashing wildly at all the stalks between him and Violet, running to protect her from harm.

"Nurgle!", Violet screamed in dismay as the mould stalks grabbed at her neck, recognising what she faced.

Pink light suddenly blazed around Violet's head as she drew on her unholy Slaanesh witchcraft, and she raised her arms through the seething mould stalks, chokingly chanting vile sounding words in a strange language from her mould strangled throat!

Pink energy blazed out enveloping the entire room and Franklin as well, and the mould and spreading rot all withered and became ashes in an instant, leaving only pungent smoke in their wake.

Violet coughed in the suffocating smoky air, and pushed past Franklin to poke her head out the door to get some air. Violet then wailed anew when she saw the defiled state of the mouldering hallway.

Violet's blue feathered head glowed with more pink light, and she immediately cast the same mould destroying spell again, cleansing the entire hallway and filling the hallway air with thick vile choking smoke.

Franklin returned to the smoke clogged hallway, his space marine physiology unbothered by the smoke, leaving the coughing naked Violet in the room, she clearly was able to protect herself from the rot with her witchcraft. Franklin ran back towards his now-coughing nuns.

"I'm coming too Master, I can't breathe in here! I need fresh air!", Violet coughed in the smoky air, and followed him out the door, absolutely stark naked.

"I didn't give you permission to leave...", Franklin began.

"Hajsnip!", Violet coughed out the safe word, and simply kept following him.

Franklin really didn't like his naked wife roaming the hallways where other men might see her nudity!

Violet just huddled against him in the smoke choked air, coughing heavily.

Bright blue light flashed through the smoke somewhere out of view, and the sounds of sorcery and chanting bird mutants echoed down the hallway.

"My Tzeentch worshipping relatives are adding their own spells to cleanse this rot," Violet coughed, "there will be no escape from this smoke if the spell-craft continues! We will all suffocate!"

The nuns were all coughing very hard and gasping for breath in the thick pungent smoke, they were suffocating!

Franklin remembered with a start to call on his own Emperor given powers to aid in this situation, and golden light blazed into his soul as the Emperor took control of him.

The grim gaze of His Imperial Majesty surveyed the surroundings through Franklin's eyes, taking note of the entire situation.

The Emperor then sent a pulse of golden energy radiating out of Franklin which passed through walls and floor and ceiling, seeming to fill the entire interior of the colossal building with cleansing holy light. The horrible smoke vanished from the air, and all trace of the rot and filth disappeared.

"That will keep the great corpulent god at bay for a time, and cleanse the smoke from the air," the Emperor told Franklin's compatriots in a ringing glorious angelic voice that was nothing like Franklin's own, despite coming out of Franklin's possessed mouth.

The nuns dropped to their knees in jubilant worship of the wonderful voice, intense fanatical gratitude of their salvation written on their faces. The nuns sang fervent praises to the Emperor, adoring him utterly.

Violet and the unidentified slave woman on the other hand grovelled down on the floor in the rawest of terror, weeping with fear and revulsion, almost as though the presence of the Emperor *disgusted* them. Why were they not filled with joy like the righteous were?

The Emperor turned Franklin's head to regard the two grovelling heretics in his midst, scrutinising them sternly.

"Hmm, these two Slaanesh tainted souls, Violet I am already well familiar with and tolerate, and this other one is but a gentle harmless slave girl. I have no reason to attack either of you, fear not lost little ones," the Emperor dismissed the pair of heretics, turning instead to look at the worshipful nuns.

"Emperor!", the nuns proclaimed in passionate worship, weeping with joy at his mere attention.

"Beloved daughters", the Emperor replied to them fondly in a wonderful angelic voice, his mere voice filling their hearts with hysterical worship.

The Emperor turned his attention back to his surroundings.

"Glorious, such a wonderful sight. So many enemies of the Imperium all expending their lives and efforts to kill each other, and my own loyal military forces don't even have to fire a single shot! Dark Eldar, Chaos, Tyranids, all killing each other in such numbers. It is excellent," the Emperor laughed in an angelic voice of purest joy.

The nuns all cheered with joy at these words, and Franklin himself thrilled with vindication at this wonderful truth. The enemies of mankind were slaughtering each other, both on this planet and even more so in Low Commorragh, millions and millions of vile scum and filthy xenos dropping down dead! The glorious will of the Emperor was at work!

The slave woman wailed in horror at the Emperor's words, clutching her head and screaming in shrill terror.

"Help us!, Don't just laugh at our annihilation, help us!", Violet suddenly interrupted from the floor in an upset scream that surprised Franklin.

The Emperor turned to regard her.

"Help the forces of chaos?," the Emperor laughed mockingly, "I think not".

"PLEASE!", Violet pleaded hysterically, eyes streaming with tears of rage and terror.

"I will happily help to keep safe my own faithful servants, and those born heretics who have converted to worship me. But as for the rest, they are my sworn enemies, why ever should I help them?", the Emperor laughed at her request.

Violet stammered at these words, her face wretched, looking terribly angry... Betrayed even.

"Do you suppose that I somehow *owe* anything to the traitor legions and their damned followers?, I owe you nothing at all, any help I do choose to offer you damned on occasion most certainly isn't out of any sense of debt or duty, it is nothing more than my grace on a whim that you don't even deserve," the Emperor gently told Violet, almost apologetically but not quite.

"Then show that grace now I beg you!", Violet desperately pleaded from the floor.

"Grace?, To which enemy of man should I show grace to here?, The Tyranids perhaps, for they never betrayed me like the Night Lords did, or perhaps to the Eldar race fighting to remove the terrible Slaanesh from Commorragh?, Both of these are more deserving of grace than the forces of Chaos," the Emperor replied sternly but not quite unkindly.

"Show grace to me, to me personally?", Violet offered desperately.

"You?, Why Violet, you are now the wife of my servant Franklin, so you *already* enjoy some measure of my grace. Did you really suppose that your good fortune was down to *luck*, oh foolish one?, Continue to obey your husband without question and I will continue to place value on your life," the Emperor laughed melodically, crouching and reaching down with Franklin's hand to tousle her cum stained blue feathers in a strange display of mocking fondness.

The Emperor stood up, and looked around again, seeming to see through walls and see many hidden things.

"Things are going better than I expected, and I am feeling generous at present. I tell you what Violet, I will not lift a finger to save my enemies outside this building from destruction, but I WILL protect this building which contains my servants, protect even the heretics inside." The Emperor offered Violet in a strange sort of callous affection.

Violet sobbed in a strange mixture of gratitude and wretched disappointment, but nodded in acceptance of this offer from where she grovelled on the floor, and did not argue any further.

The Emperor turned his divine majestic attention to regard the nuns.

"I am so proud of all of you," the Emperor told the worshipful nuns in a tone of wonderful reassuring comfort, a tone that he had never once directed at Violet.

The nuns basked in this praise in blissful religious awe, faces pictures of joy and devotion.

"Alas I now have other matters of great importance to turn my attention to at this time, so I will go for the moment. Just keep strong in your faith my beloved wonderful servants, and remember always that I shall never forsake you." The Emperor told his faithful nuns in an angelic voice of such heavenly comfort that all negative emotions became suddenly impossible to feel, filling the faithful with joy and peace and blissful devotion.

The Emperor briefly looked around one more time, and then rescinded his power, leaving Franklin in his normal state once more.

Franklin felt amazing, better than amazing, his heart was full of such wonderful faith. He joyfully made the sign of the Emperor with his hand, heart filled to overflowing with incredible awe and worship.

The nuns looked as joyous as Franklin felt, faces happy and carefree, laughing with joy at the feeling of such wonderful light within their worshipful hearts.

Violet and the naked slave woman on the other hand were weeping uncontrollably, but not happy tears. They looked wretched and lost as they both grovelled naked on the floor, as though they had just encountered a horrible real life nightmare. Tears and snot ran down their wretched faces, and even their usual Slaanesh fuelled extreme beauty seemed momentarily lessened, showing them as lost pitiful wretches, forever separated from the Emperor's saving light.

"Is he gone now Master?", Violet sobbed brokenly from the floor, her dried-cum stained face now also caked with heavy tears and running tear-snot, looking traumatised.

"Temporarily dormant again, yes," Franklin corrected sternly, too filled with inner joy to be especially strict with her right now.

Violet and the unnamed slave woman both gasped so hard with intense relief that they almost choked.

"By Slaanesh that was so horrible!, I had heard all the terrible rumours about Mistress Wendy's son, but, but to see it for myself! Slaanesh preserve us all!", the slave woman gasped in obvious horror and trauma.

Franklin ignored the foolish naked heretics, too joyful to be offended right now. He instead looked around at their surroundings.

The rot was all completely gone now, without even a trace of ashes remaining. On top of that, the air now seemed fresher than it had been in days, devoid of any hint of smoke or odour. The building did indeed seem to be completely cleansed, (although irritatingly the feathers and other junk still remained, merely cleaned of their earlier mould).

Other people were coming towards them now, bird mutants and nuns, all had been drawn towards Franklin's position by the spectacular holy power from the brief appearance of the Emperor.

The human and mutant women carried all of Franklin's babies in their arms, and were accompanied by Violet's mutant small child Carmen, and mutant teenage boy Patrick. Violet seemed to snap out of her trauma, and sprinted with all her might to her children and hugged them frantically in her arms, sobbing loudly.

Unusually, the normally violent Sister Superior Clementine seemed to have put aside her customary homicidal hostility to mutants for now, seemingly calmed to passivity by the lingering afterglow of the Emperor's power, and was just standing quietly in her portable metal stock and heavy ankle chains, with Sister Brooke only halfheartedly keeping hold of the stock chain, lest Sister Superior Clementine suddenly snap out of her calmness and go berserk towards a mutant without warning.

The groups of various people combined into one big group, and just huddled together with no real plan of what to do next. It wasn't like they could really go anywhere except to more of the interior of the same building, one place was just as good as any other right now.

Franklin's original nun companions who had been with him enthusiastically recounted the wonderful events that had happened to the group, generating a lot of jubilant excitement from nuns, (and intense fearful anxiety from mutants). Franklin joyfully added his own account of the glorious wonderful event.

It took some time to coax Violet and the unnamed slave woman from their paradoxical trauma, but calm down they eventually did, and some sense of normality returned.

After a lot of talking, the group gradually organised itself very loosely, with the imperials on the left side of the mass of people and the chaos worshippers on the right. The nuns then seemed to decide that it was spiritually important for the imperials to be on the right side of the group, and demanded the chaos worshippers swap places with them, causing considerable confusion.

The end result was more of a random confused mix of people, with some of the imperials on the right and some of the chaos people on the left, but with a sizeable mixing of confused people overlapping in the middle.

The naked Violet joined Franklin on the right, accompanied by her children and also, (annoyingly), accompanied by the naked slave woman from before. Franklin simply averted his eyes from the naked slave whore, he was faithful to his wife alone in matters of sex.

The mixed group moved towards the big sitting room. Franklin and some of the nuns had originally wanted to go upstairs to the Night Lord command centre, but the bird mutants had explained that the security forces of the building would need the stairs free of people, apparently because they would need to do security sweeps of every floor in the aftermath of this incident. This was fair enough the imperials had agreed, crowds of nonessential people clogging the stairs might plausibly cost lives if it delayed the movements of medical response teams rushing to save lives, and there was really no great urgency for Franklin's group to visit the command centre.

The assorted group entered the big sitting room full of comfortable chairs originally commandeered from other parts of the building, and the people mostly sat together in their own cliques, but with some overlap.

Franklin sat on a sofa between two nuns, possessively holding the naked Violet in his lap, with one arm wrapped around her breasts to cover her modesty, and with the palm of his other hand resting over her vagina to hide it from view. Violet was calmer now and didn't seem to mind this modesty protecting cuddle at all.

Violet's two mutant children sat together on a nearby small sofa facing their mother, both siblings fully dressed in the fashion of their people, the older one looking after the younger one, with Violet very occasionally saying words to her children from Franklin's lap, mostly words related to the children's behaviour.

Irritatingly the naked slave woman from before seemed to have fixated on Violet, and was even now trying to sit down next to Violet, merely being repeatedly angrily shooed away by the nuns to either side of Franklin.

"Fine, I will just sit on the floor!", the naked slave sighed in defeat, and sat cross legged right in front of Franklin in such a manner that he could see literally everything, her carbine resting on the floor beside her.

Franklin got a guilty erection as he averted his gaze.

"Oh Master!", Violet moaned in delight, shifting on his lap having felt the erection under her ass.

Franklin blushed, but said nothing, keeping Violet on his lap hiding his embarrassing swelling from public view.

The naked slave woman sighed, and seemed to relax greatly where she sat, her body stooped right down as though struggling to support the weight of even her own shoulders.

"I needed to sit, I get so tired out of bondage, everything is just so heavy," the woman sighed in tired exhaustion, though who she thought she was talking to was a mystery to Franklin.

"Why don't you go sit with the other heretics?", Franklin asked her irritably, annoyed by the continued presence of the provocative naked woman who was giving him sinful swellings. Apart from anything else, the woman stank strongly of unwashed armpits and private parts, her smell was offensive.

"Because I don't know any of them, I am a bit of an introvert and get shy around crowds of new people I don't know. I am more comfortable here because I already know Violet well, she has tickled me and given me many many orgasms..."

Franklin gasped in outrage and bent Violet around on his lap so that he could glare angrily into her face!

"Explain!", Franklin snarled right into her face with outraged jealous fury.

"YEARS ago Master! Back when you were still in the orphanage!", Violet frantically explained, trying unsuccessfully to flinch her face back from Franklin's feral wrathful visage invading her personal space.

"It was very good, Violet used psychic powers to tickle me harder than even the daemonettes can tickle me. She made me cum endless times. Violet is a supremely skilled Slaaneshi pleasure artist", the slave woman said matter-of-factly, from her tone apparently not even meaning to be vulgar, as though this was the most boringly normal thing in the world.

Franklin growled angrily, and Violet frantically reassured him again that it had been back long before her relationship with Franklin had started.

"Yes, it was some time ago, far too long in fact, all the girls miss Violet's tickles," the slave agreed calmly.

"What do you mean "all the girls", how many women are you saying?", Franklin asked dangerously.

Violet got a look of terrible guilt and fear that set Franklin's teeth angrily on edge.

"Every tickle slave in the entire building...", Violet admitted sheepishly.

Franklin and his nuns exploded in shock and outrage at this detestable admission, Violet really was a filthy depraved chaos whore! Franklin couldn't believe that his own wife was even capable of such unholy filth! What a despicably vile creature he had married!

"We didn't mind it, it was all consensual on our part if you are worried about it being rape or something, not that we slaves even get the privilege of consent and all anyway. For what it's worth I assure you that it was fun, really REALLY fun for us all...", the slave woman added unhelpfully, completely misunderstanding what Franklin and the nuns were morally outraged about.

"Violet!", Franklin scolded in angry disgust, unable to believe his ears.

"Please don't be angry Master, I honestly don't even remember this woman, I don't even know her name Master!", Violet desperately defended herself.

"My name is Maya, Maya Janowska the tickle slave, that's me. I'm honestly a bit offended that you don't even remember me after all the sex we had together", the slave introduced slightly crestfallen, frowning unhappily.

"Please just stop talking! You are not helping!", Violet urgently begged Maya the tickle slave.

"I can hardly believe these vile words I am hearing! You had sex with every slave in the building, THOUSANDS of women?!", Franklin said in angry disbelief.

"It wasn't "physical" sex with most of them, I mostly just used my powers on big groups of slaves all at the same time without physically touching them," Violet frantically explained defensively.

"Not me, with me the sex was entirely physical, so many times you put your...", Maya calmly began.

"SHUT UP!", Violet yelled frantically at Maya.

Franklin growled dangerously.

"Master you already knew that I was no virgin at all in my past. But that is in the past now! I now only lay with you alone Master!", Violet reassured desperately, urgently trying to calm his terrible holy anger.

Franklin considered this statement, he had indeed known full well that Violet was a sexually depraved Slaanesh worshipping harlot. He had also been so careful to control her every movement since the wedding that he was sure that he alone lay with her now. Maybe it was true that she had indeed turned from her wicked ways of sexual debauchery?

It was still a bitter pill to swallow.

Franklin confronted Violet sternly.

"I knew you were no virgin, but depraved adulterous acts with THOUSANDS of lesbian slatterns!, That is pure filth! By the Emperor that vile debauchery is almost to the same level of utter depravity as my sinful Mother!",

Maya suddenly exploded with incredulous laughter, surprising the angry Franklin.

"Violet here is not even 1 percent of the glorious sexual depravity of my owner Mistress Wendy! Oh my Slaanesh you have no idea what you are talking about! Mistress Wendy is an exquisite angel of sadistic depravity, you clearly cannot even imagine the depths of lust your mother has tapped! You obviously have no idea at all what TRUE depravity is," Maya laughed at him, genuinely incredulous.

Violet nodded frantically in agreement, finally happy with something Maya had said.

"Really?", Franklin asked Maya carefully.

"Oh you might as well be a virgin if you think Violet's sexual adventures are comparable to the legendary antics of Mistress Wendy. Mistress Wendy keeps tens of thousands of naked lesbian slaves in never ending bondage orgies, I am one of these slaves. Mistress Wendy has done the most unspeakable things to me, she has forced me to eat my own shit and then forced me to vomit that shit back up into Mistress Wendy's mouth! Mistress Wendy then ate it all!"

"Mistress Wendy has forced us slave girls to eat her shit, forced us to puke it back up into a bucket, then forced the next slave girl to eat it from the bucket, and then puke it back up into the bucket, and took the bucket from one slave to the next, until every one of the tens of thousands of bound tickle slaves had swallowed and vomited back up the contents of that bucket!"

"Mistress Wendy then took this bucket of shit-puke that had passed between the stomachs of the tens of thousands of us tickle slaves, and Mistress Wendy and her consort Octavia together swallowed it all in praise to Blessed Slaanesh, and they even kept it all down without vomiting again! The next day when the shit had passed right through them, they shitted in a bucket, and forced us all to eat the same shit all over again!"

"We were forced to keep eating and puking that same shit through all the girls six times in a row!"

"Mistress Wendy has violated and defiled my defenceless body in unspeakable ways times beyond counting. The level of depravity I have experienced is too great for words to do it justice."

"Violet is nothing on this scale, nothing at all. What is a bit of tickling and mild sex on this measure?, It is nothing at all". Maya informed him with savage frankness.

The stunned horrified silence that followed was deafening, the nuns and even the bird mutants were too horrified and sickened by this account to say anything. What they had all just heard was the most disgusting filth they had ever had the misfortune of contemplating!

Several people ran to find somewhere to be violently sick, even after encountering the Nurgle decay this slave's story was physically nauseating!

Franklin paused, trying desperately to push the horrifying mental images from his mind, and was forced to concede that his wife wasn't so bad relatively speaking.

"Violet wasn't even the only person to visit to play with my body, I have been sampled times beyond counting by well over 100 different guests of Mistress Wendy," Maya calmly added.

Franklin slightly relaxed, still somewhat angry at Violet's past harlotry but far less than before.

"It's just a thing that Mummy Wendy used to do, she would invite people over to play with her tickle slaves, as a religious activity in our worship of Blessed Slaanesh. It was just the done thing," Violet cautiously reassured Franklin.

Maya nodded, agreeing that Violet spoke truthfully.

"Well it is not the "done thing" anymore, not with MY wife at least. Your days of shameless extreme sexual behaviour are OVER now that *I* am here!", Franklin announced heroically, to the savagely belt marked semen stained Violet sitting submissively on his lap stark naked in public.

The room suddenly erupted in incredulous laughter from every Tzeentch worshipping adult bird mutant in the room in response to his words...

"What?", Franklin asked genuinely nonplussed.

The Tzeentch mutants just kept laughing at him.

"Your lack of self awareness never ceases to amaze me," one of the bird mutants laughed at him.

Franklin genuinely had no idea what she was talking about.

***...

It did not take long for a security sweep group to arrive at the landfill floor.

Sinister black armoured Security Guardsmen of the highly elite "Inescapable" made up the security sweep, wisely forgoing the usual tickle slave cannon fodder and other troops that would only slow them down, and this group of elite soldiers spread out to check every part of this floor for casualties in need of medical attention.

They didn't say much to the group of people in the sitting room, merely inquiring about casualties, and swiftly left the level to sweep other floors for casualties.

For a while after that nothing seemed to happen.

Maya the (somewhat malodorous) beautiful busty naked tickle slave had by now laid down on the floor, her bondage-atrophied muscles too weak to even sit cross legged without physical exhaustion. She was sprawled out spread eagle on her back with her limbs spread wide, exposing herself to all in a way that was thoroughly shameless!

Violet and Franklin had made peace now, time healing the problem more than any action or words on their part. At the very least Franklin would wait until later to punish Violet for today's revelations, now was clearly not the right time.

The minutes stretched by, and loud chatter gradually filled the room with ever greater volume. Some nuns discretely breast fed their babies sitting on the floor out of sight behind lounge chairs, other nuns changed diapers, everything was very calm and normal.

Violet's four year old daughter Carmen was loudly playing with brightly coloured feathers she had found on the floor, to the hygiene concerns of several worried onlookers, and the small child cried loudly when the defiled feathers were confiscated off her by nuns, and ran sobbing to climb up on the naked lap of her mother Violet, who was herself still sitting on Franklin's lap.

Franklin still held an arm firmly around Violet's bare breasts to hide her modesty, the idea of getting her some actual clothes not having occurred to him yet, and Violet comforted her child as well as she could in Franklin's restrictive tight grip.

Violet's teenage mutant son Patrick also got up from his seat, and Franklin expected him to also come over to his mother. Instead, the teenage boy crouched down next to Maya the slave, and reached out a hesitant hand to grope her breast...

Loud nun outrage exploded before the hand could make contact with the breast, and Patrick flinched his hand back, looking both guilty and browbeaten by the reaction of the nuns.

Maya turned her head weakly to look at Patrick, and simply smiled at him, completely unbothered by what the teenager had just tried to do to her.

Patrick fled away to the chaos side of the room, sulking among his bird mutant relatives, and Violet looked agitatedly in his direction whilst still trying to comfort her other child in her lap.

"All may touch me freely without even asking, I am just a pleasure slave, my consent is not required," Maya calmly told the room in general, misunderstanding why the nuns were so angry with Patrick.

"Do not offer yourself to others Harlot!", Mother Superior scolded the naked slave.

"I am not actually offering, I would actually personally prefer if I wasn't groped and molested by a teenage boy, I am merely stating the fact that I can be touched even without my consent, I am a slave," Maya tried to explain.

"That is horrible!", Mother Superior barked back.

"It's my greatest sexual fantasy to be enslaved like this, I get off on it...", Maya began.

"Enough of this filth!", Mother Superior shouted at the woman.

Maya went silent at this, but didn't seem phased or moved in any way by these words, she seemed to be merely keeping the peace.

Carmen was calmer now, and wiggled off Violet's lap, looking for something to play with. The child ran off to the chaos side of the room where nuns were less likely to bother her.

A new group of Security Guardsmen arrived the next moment, composed of 6 ordinary rank Security Guardsmen rather than the elite Inescapable, seemingly here to check on them all.

"Security Guardsman Potts!", Maya squealed with excitement to one of the Security Guardsmen, weakly waving from where she lay on the floor.

"Maya!", the man exclaimed in relief, "I have been checking every floor for you! Are you ok?"

Franklin and his nuns were a bit nonplussed when all 6 of the Security Guardsmen went to fuss over Maya, as though she was more important to them than anyone else in the room!

"I am unharmed," Maya reassured her strange menfolk.

The men crouched down beside Maya and lifted her to her feet with surprising care and tenderness, as though she was precious to all six of them, (causing a bit of explosive ticklish laughter in Maya from this very slight touch). The men looked so terribly sad for some reason.

The 6 Security Guardsmen led Maya to an unused long sofa chair big enough for all of them, and gently sat the girl, sitting with her. Their body language suggested that they were about to deliver some very bad news.

"Some of the girls lost their lives in the rot attack...", one of the men very gently began to tell Maya.

"No!", Maya wailed in horror before the man could say another word.

"I'm so sorry, but it's true," the one named Potts very sadly informed her.

"Who?", Maya sobbed, crying hard now.

"Actually, well, we don't even have an exact count yet. But as of last count, (choking sob), over 100 of the girls died...",

Maya howled in lament, and the men hugged her very very tightly, trying to console her as she wept uncontrollably with grief. Maya's crying seemed to trigger tears in the men too, and the small group of tower denizens wept together in deep grief, apparently genuinely sad.

The other people in the room were left feeling somewhat awkward, as these permanent inhabitants of this building comforted each other in their obvious grief. It was so weird to think that all of these depraved sadomasochistic heretics felt such genuine regard for each other.

"I'm so sorry for your loss," Violet and all the bird mutants said immediately, apparently the polite thing to say.

"Thank you...", one of the Security Guardsmen gratefully thanked them for their condolences on behalf of his little group.

"I'm not sorry for their loss, vile depraved heretical sluts all of them! I am merely sorry they didn't die sooner! The Emperor's galaxy has 100 fewer filthy heretics now, praise His beneficent name for their long overdue riddance!", Sister Superior Clementine spat righteously in a loud ringing voice that filled the entire room.

The Security Guardsmen all snarled demonically in grief fuelled rage at these words, their faces becoming hideously distorted evil visages of infernal wrath! Even Maya's face turned demonic and distorted with terrible rage!

The air seemed to chill with raw supernatural evil as these depraved creatures of hell showed their true nature. These were not people, these were warp twisted monsters aping the shape of men and women, a waste of the Emperor's space.

Franklin was tempted to kill these vile creatures at once, and nothing but fear of the inevitable consequences stayed his hands from immediate deadly violence. He would feel not one shred of guilt if he killed these detestable evil creatures.

The Tzeentch bird mutants scrambled across the room with all the speed their mutated bodies possessed, and frantically got in between the two groups before this could have a chance to escalate to violence. The bird mutants held up their open palms in peace to both groups, and moved in close to whisper urgently to the enraged demonically distorted heretical things.

The bird mutants led the angry heretics out of the room with a lot of whispering with hands comfortingly on their backs and shoulders, apparently saying some sort of soothing words to them as they were led out of the room.

Those adult bird mutants who remained in the room were all without exception glaring at Sister Superior Clementine and the imperials in general, they looked really upset for some reason.

Violet herself was burying her face in her hands looking completely mortified, almost hyperventilating from what looked suspiciously like raw shame and embarrassment.

One of the inhuman adult female bird mutants who had led the enraged heretics out of the room, (Franklin wasn't sure which mutant this one was), reentered the room suddenly and stormed up angrily to the imperials, face filled with rage.

"That was SO rude! Even for you people that was just SO rude!", the bird mutant yelled at them in harsh reprimand.

The imperials shrugged, rudeness to heretics was far from sinful.

"Why do those vile men even care what happens to those women they so callously rape and abuse anyway?", Franklin asked incredulously.

"Because they are a COMMUNITY!, These people are members of a very close knit community of very devout Slaanesh worshippers. The excessive sex and torture is an integral part of their RELIGION, but they are still PEOPLE for goodness sake! Have some empathy for pities sake!"

The imperials cocked their heads curiously at this, intrigued, so the mutant continued.

"Most of these people haven't left this building in years, their entire social lives and sense of community is inside this building. Even the torturers and their slaves are dear to one another, they are like a family."

Some of the nuns seemed to shudder with slight guilt and shame as these words sank into their hearts.

"These people are like a family to each other?", Sister Mary asked uncertainly, the vaguest shadow of guilt growing on her face.

"Yes. A family that has just suffered over 100 deaths all at the same time, and then had to hear Clementine insult and celebrate the deaths of their loved ones!", the bird mutant angrily exclaimed.

"I am so ashamed right now that it physically hurts me," Violet added quakingly from behind the hands hiding her face from view.

Franklin was unmoved, it was just some dead heretics after all. So what if they died, their lives and feelings meant nothing at all...

***...

Security Guardsman Potts was still deeply angry as he stood paying his respects to the dead with hundreds of other people, in one of the innumerable slave chapels of the building, this one having been designated as the place of memorial to the dead girls.

The chapel was a simple space, little more than a multipurpose open floor area right in the middle of one of the most heavily populated dungeon levels. It was plated on every surface with shiny black polished stone, some sort of volcanic glass, which seductively reflected the soft pink supernatural glow of Slaanesh runes carved into the daemonette possessed altar slab, this supernatural light requiring no electricity to glow.

During peacetime, for the few minutes a day the slaves of this particular floor were out of bondage, they would mostly congregate here in the chapel to give worship to Slaanesh briefly before returning to their chains. The fanatical slave women existed only to worship Slaanesh, sacrificing even their precious moments out of chains to worship him. It was really special actually, these women were so honestly devout in their religious faith, true devotees to their cruel Blessed Slaanesh.

This particular chapel had been chosen as the place of memorial because the single largest number of girls had died here in this one place, with mostly only sporadic casualties in other parts of the building.

Some of the off duty slave girls had been here in the chapel worshipping Slaanesh in their free time when the Nurgle attack came. The mould and rot had sprung up in the chapel, trying to defile this sacred place. The girls had noticed, and had had a chance to flee to safety, as the rot of this floor was highly focused on desecrating this chapel of another god, the rest of the floor had been relatively untouched by the decay.

But the girls had not ran away, instead they had given their lives trying to claw away the carpet of decay with their bare fingers, scraping at the carpets of mould and bacteria spreading all over the floor of the chapel, trying to save this sacred place from being desecrated.

It had been heroic and admirable, a testament to the complete religious devotion of these Slaanesh worshipping tickle slaves, but it had cost them their lives. The spreading filth had fought back against the slave women, aggressively growing all over their bodies and skin, going up their nostrils and into their lungs...

It had been such a horrific way to die! They had died gasping pitifully for air, as their lungs filled with a loathsome forest of mould fur that suffocated them all to death! It must have been so horrible for those poor girls as they died, drowning in indescribable filth!

Security Guardsman Potts choked back a manly sob, and forced himself to stand proudly at the thought of these girls' unflinching devotion and honour protecting the chapel. He reminded himself that these girls' souls were all in paradise now, for all eternity enjoying the Slaanesh tickling hells as their reward for a lifetime of faithful devotion. These girls would be tickled for all eternity now, they would never stop laughing again.

Violet Sevenson the Slaaneshi necromancer could have resurrected these slave girls, and had even respectfully offered to, but that wasn't the way here, it would have been blasphemy in fact. Mistress Wendy had understood the deep significance of the dead tickle slaves staying dead, and had forbidden Violet from attempting a resurrection. The ritual symbolism of this tower demanded that these tickle slaves only live once, completely sacrificing this one and only life to lifelong bondage to Slaanesh.

They came to this tower to forfeit the rest of their lives, and to one day die in this tower as sacrifices to their own kinky excess, they willingly threw away their lives when they entered slavery here, reduced to sacrificial offerings to Slaanesh, just sacrifices that took an exceptionally long and drawn out time of daily suffering to eventually die.

The chapel was completely clean now, all trace of the desecration removed, and the bodies of the girls had been taken away to be cleaned up and mummified in preserving chemicals. When these mummies were ready, they would all be set in decorative bondage racks, with decorative feathers carefully positioned to give the appearance of stroking the mummies underarms and other strategic places. The racks containing the bound mummies would then be hung up on walls in the tickle dungeons they had loved so much in life, as sacred and honoured wall decorations to watch over the screaming laughter of the living in the dungeons. All of the slaves would one day become bondage mummies when they died, a symbolic gesture that even their dead bodies would never escape these dungeons. It was a nice symbolic gesture.

The chapel was currently filled to bursting with off duty people offering their respects to the dead. Weeping slave girls beyond counting were crammed into this space, huddled together in deep sadness for the loss of their slave sisters.

Even more noteworthy was the presence of the solemn stoic Inescapable in the chapel. The Inescapable had all sworn an oath to Slaanesh that no tickle slave would ever escape alive from the dungeon tower under their watch, and as a result they placed especial significance whenever one of the slaves died. Every tickle slave who died without ever escaping the building fulfilled the oath of the Inescapable, and they deeply honoured these dead slaves, recording their names in ritual books and reciting their names during special periodic worship rituals.

The Inescapable stood solemn and proud in their torturer hood armour, honouring these slaves who had never once escaped them and now never could. They were currently chanting the names, and they gave a smart salute every now and again during this ritual in respect for the dead girls.

As well as the Inescapable and the tickle slaves, a sizeable number of Security Guardsmen and other permanent denizens of the building were present, medics, kinky maid slaves, technician slaves, and innumerable other specialists who existed in the building in relatively small numbers. Even the dungeon surrounding the chapel was crammed with thousands and thousands of people, everyone who could be here right now was paying respects, even Mistress Wendy and her consorts had made a brief appearance to say a few words before leaving again.

The Tzeentch worshipping bird mutants had come to pay their respects earlier, but hadn't stayed. Even the Night Lords had come down briefly to honour these devoted worshippers of Slaanesh who had given their lives defending a Slaanesh chapel, which had been completely unexpected!

In the end only one particular group of people had made not even the most token appearance, those scummy imperials!

Anything would have been nice, even a single nun showing up for two minutes would have been something. But not a single one of them had been bothered to show this simple respect for the dead.

It made Security Guardsman Potts so angry every time he thought about the heartless words of those vile people up on the landfill floor, they had CELEBRATED at these girls dying!

Security Guardsman Potts trembled with rage remembering the words, those words had hurt him deep.

Security Guardsman Potts looked around the chapel at all of the weeping slave girls pressed tightly around him. He had personally fucked every girl here at least once in his life, these women had given him so much extreme pleasure over the years, he had joined his loins with theirs in deep worship of Slaanesh, a sacred communion of flesh and soul.

To him these girls all had value, incalculable value. He was very hard on these girls and sometimes meanly told them they were expendable, but in reality he treasured them more than they could know.

Even the most heartless of the men treasured their defenceless obliging slave pussy, they fucked these girls mercilessly and tortured them, but they still treasured these women. Every woman was unique, laughed slightly different from the others, had a slight variation in their pussy, had slightly different breasts. The loss of a single one was an irreplaceable tragedy, to lose over 100 at once was beyond enduring!

Never again could he explore their pussies with the head of his penis, never again could he play with their breasts, never again could he touch them, they were lost forever...

Potts fought back a sudden sob.

Potts had lost hold of Maya somewhere in this seething crowd earlier, but he was pressed in on all sides by innumerable other sad naked tickle slaves. He grabbed one at random and hugged her tightly. The woman squealed ticklishly from the touch, but did not resist, alternating between laughing and crying in his arms.

The entire chapel was echoing with laughter from slave girls. They were all deeply sad, but thanks to the crippling blessings of Slaanesh, they were absurdly ticklish to the point of disability, and the constant touch from being in a tight crowd was tickling them all terribly. These slave women had all been changed by their god Slaanesh to perform but a single function, and out of their tickle bondage these women were basically useless, far too ticklish to even function normally. They wretchedly couldn't even stop laughing during a funeral!

The slave woman in his arms was catatonic with laughter from his touch, but looked horrified with herself for laughing right now. She was in very obvious dismay from her ticklish disability, she just wanted to be sad at a funeral like any normal woman, but cruel Slaanesh wasn't allowing this, forcing her to laugh from the slightest touch when she just wanted to weep.

Potts soothed the dismayed woman, telling her that it was ok if she had to laugh as he hugged her tightly. The tickle slave nodded in gratitude and pressed her laughing crying face into his chest, finding obvious emotional comfort in his hug. Potts just hugged her all the tighter, dealing with his own inner grief.

The sad crowd of people persisted for a time, but gradually began to disperse, as various people went back on duty or needed to sleep. Maya eventually found him in the thinning crowd, and the pair embraced sadly.

They said their respects together to the dead, and then worked up the nerve to leave, heading home to Potts' sleeping quarters.

They didn't say much as they walked, and Potts carried the weak Maya most of the way to increase their speed.

They entered his quarters, closing the door behind them, and both of them spontaneously erupted into unexpected sobbing.

Potts felt like a fool but he couldn't compose himself, he just sat down on the bed with Maya and sobbed.

They sat crying for a while, and then lay down on the bed together, Potts still fully clothed, and just held each other sadly.

Softly and slowly they began to talk.

Maya had known some of those girls very well. Maya lived her peacetime life in bondage chained beside countless other slave women, and some of the slain had spent years chained near Maya, she had seen them every day and laughed alongside them. She was taking these deaths very hard.

For a while they talked about their memories of the departed, sharing little anecdotes, remembering distinctive laughs and moans, sad that they would never hear these sounds again.

The talking was not directed at any objective or goal, they just felt like talking the way grieving people do. It was not exactly a very exciting conversation, and difficult to follow.

Spontaneously the conversation turned to the words of those imperials.

Maya told Potts everything she had seen, about the Emperor possessing Franklin, about how the building was cleansed, and about how the Emperor had laughed at the plight of the people of Dark Tropic.

They talked about the disgusting words of those imperial scum, getting angrier and angrier as they remembered more and more tiny details.

The inhabitants of this dungeon tower had waited on these ungrateful imperials, brought them food, made space for them in their home and endured no end of rudeness. But today they had gone too far.

Had the possessed Franklin not just saved the building from Nurgle, then Potts and the other Security Guardsmen would have shot that Sister of Battle on the spot for her vile words, they honestly would have shot that bitch!

The simple fact that Franklin had saved even more slave girl lives with his powers than those lost, this fact alone had saved that Clementine bitch from an immediate firing squad.

Potts and Maya talked in low angry voices, too upset to even fuck and torture Maya yet, filled with very understandable anger.

Those imperials had deeply offended the entire building today, and news of this would spread among all the Security Guardsmen. They had better keep their fucking heads down and watch their damn mouths, or someone was going to die.

***...