Chapter 137(Orphan)

There was considerable embarrassment among the nuns, blushing faces, gasps of dismay, and similar reactions, as Franklin's entire "harem" of nuns sat watching the sex recordings of Belzevelle the Dark Eldar "wife" of Wendy Sevenson.

The embarrassed group of puritans were cloistered in one of the "decommissioned dungeons" of the "landfill floor" they inhabited, using recently installed "tickle slave dungeon monitor screens" to review horrifying sex tapes to learn more about the sexual antics of the alien Belzevelle. The nuns were blushing hard!

With some recent decision to equip every "tickle slave dungeon" in the building with monitor display screens, heretic tradesmen had swarmed all through the building installing numerous monitor screens in every dungeon they could find. The tradesmen had apparently not bothered about determining if every such dungeon was actually being used or not, and had indifferently installed monitor screens even in abandoned decommissioned dungeon rooms, such as those found in the "landfill floor".

The nuns were currently in one of these dusty, junk filled abandoned dungeon rooms to make use of the monitor screens.

The room was about the floor area of a house, and looked like a dark and creepy torture chamber. The single door to the room was heavily barred like a prison, with a very sturdy lock that currently had the locking mechanism removed by locksmiths as the dungeon was currently "decommissioned". Humiliating looking metal bondage devices sat bolted to the floor in various places, but with the locks and other valuable parts of these devices removed for reuse or recycling, leaving only the bulky frames of the cruel contraptions.

The walls and floor and ceiling of the room was plated with dark stone, with only very dim lighting from tiny wall lights that added to the oppressive feel of this being a creepy nightmarish dungeon of torture and imprisonment. Chains ending in shackles hung from the walls and ceiling in various places, the locks removed, and metal storage racks for storing handheld torture implements were found in various places in the room, the torture implements mostly gone but with a few dusty long feather tipped sticks and giant bristle covered implements still stored, apparently forgotten when the dungeon room was abandoned.

As well as the dusty remnants of the original torture chamber, the room also contained quite an astonishing amount of boxes full of broken junk, most but not all of it depraved in nature. The nuns currently sat on top of some of these boxes as a place to sit, trying not to think about the unholy contents inside these boxes under their bottoms. Parked beside each nun was a pram containing their own baby, the pram canopy hoods all at least half closed to protect their babies from the filth they were watching!

Sister Mary blushed and turned the volume down even more on her own monitor screen, hoping that her baby couldn't hear this sexual filth. No matter how much they turned the volume down, it never seemed to be enough!

Sister Mary resented the fact that she needed to hear this recording to properly judge it, unfortunately not able to mute it if she was to do her duty.

The other nuns looked similarly unhappy with the filthy noises they were listening to, as did the disgusted looking Sister Superior Clementine.

What Sister Mary was currently watching could only really be described properly in a therapist's office using dolls. To call it disturbing was an understatement, what it was was perverted filth!

Bad as the description defying nightmare inducing sex act was, what was even more awful was the fact that this current scene out of hell was actually an IMPROVEMENT on what Wendy and Octavia USED to get up to!

Sister Mary had spent months in Octavia's constant presence back in the early days of their captivity by the Sevenson Night Lords, and had seen absolutely EVERYTHING the filthy pair of chaos lesbians had gotten up to sexually. The sexual depravity Sister Mary had seen on a daily basis back then had been utterly unholy, WORSE even than the nightmarish filth she was currently watching!

Sister Mary watched the footage blushing, seeing a naked Adolf Sevenson make surprisingly tender love to an equally naked Octavia on their huge bed, as Belzevelle and Wendy stood naked on the bed to either side of the love making pair, pinching their vaginas to pee all over the love making pair with accurate streams of urine!, Adolf was laying on top of Octavia in the proper missionary position, and completely ignored the urine, even when it drenched his short hair and ran down his face into his eyes!

Octavia was behaving like a whore, opening her mouth and extending her tongue to catch the urine spraying all over her, Octavia just being her usual self, but Adolf was different, entirely more wholesome.

Sister Mary noticed Adolf quietly saying something to Octavia in the footage, and increased the volume as much as she dared to try to catch the words.

"I love you Octavia, I absolutely love you", Adolf said tenderly to Octavia in the recording.

Sister Mary smiled in surprise at this tenderness.

"I love you too Adolf, I love you so fucking much", Octavia moaned back so loudly that Sister Mary hastily lowered the volume.

Adolf tenderly began to kiss Octavia as he made such tender love to her, completely ignoring the urine and indignity and humiliation, and it was surprisingly sweet. Octavia kissed him back very passionately, but with her own kind of tenderness, and she wrapped her spread legs completely around his waist, her hands gripping his back, making tender love to him.

Wendy and Belzevelle were whipping the love making pair with huge black leather whips, and putting distressingly large foreign objects up Adolf and Octavia's bottoms, but Adolf simply endured this treatment, not ceasing in making such tender love to Octavia despite all distractions!

Sister Mary was blushing with embarrassment, but was also deeply touched by Adolf's surprisingly wholesome behaviour. Adolf wasn't acting depraved, he was simply enduring everything done to him with perfect grace and patience, making love in his own wholesome way as much as he could in his circumstance.

The other nuns were watching other recordings, reviewing these sinful recordings for Franklin to let him know the exact antics of the alien Belzevelle, in Franklin's noble quest to ensure the safety of Wendy, Octavia and Adolf in the intimate presence of this alien filth. In every recording, Adolf stood out from the 3 other sexual participants, acting markedly more decently than the others.

Sister Mary smiled very slightly as Adolf in her own recording seemed to climax with Octavia, and just lay kissing her face, pressing the back of her head down into the urine soaked bedsheets from the weight of his tender loving kisses. It was really sweet.

Wendy in the footage then lifted Adolf off Octavia as though he weighed nothing, held him upside down with one arm gripped around his waist, and used her free hand to sodomise his upside down poo opening with a, GIGANTIC, phallic shaped vegetable the length of Wendy's forearm!

Adolf made uncomfortable sounds of suffering and woe at this horrible undignified treatment, clearly not enjoying it, but he did nothing to resist, merely remaining passive and obedient to Wendy as she did this horrible thing to him. Adolf was being wholesome even in this situation.

Adolf stoically endured further degrading indignity from Wendy, and Wendy eventually got bored and lowered him to the bed, turning her attention to Octavia.

Adolf crawled humbly on the bed, disturbingly huge vegetable still lodged painfully up his bottom, and did not attempt to remove the vegetable, even though it obviously badly pained him. Wendy and Octavia were now doing their usual lesbian filth with each other, each putting their entire fists inside both lower holes of the other, making excessive volume from the pleasure this depravity caused them.

The alien Belzevelle was crawling around on the urine soaked sheets, face lowered to the sheets and mouth licking and sucking at the urine the sheets contained like the depraved alien whore she was!, Adolf, with vegetable still paining his back passage, crawled over to the crawling Belzevelle and tenderly lifted her face from the sheets with a loving hand, so that their faces were level and facing each other!

Adolf then romantically kissed Belzevelle with an extraordinary amount of love and affection, not a kiss of lust or passion, but a kiss of pure love!

Sister Mary felt strangely tender inside at this display of interspecies bestiality, it was strangely so sweet!

Everything around Adolf was so horrible, reeking of Slaanesh, but Adolf was simply being loving and tender. It was surprisingly disarming.

Belzevelle was warmly returning Adolf's kiss, and the pair seemed to wrestle tenderly as they kissed, until the pair lay on their side, fronts pressed together, joined at the penis and vagina in surprisingly tender interspecies intercourse, still kissing heavily, huge vegetable still lodged up Adolf with great discomfort.

Belzevelle, strangely, was acting even more loving and romantic than Adolf was as the pair made this forbidden love, telling him over and over again that she loved and adored him as she coupled with him. It seemed so surprisingly pure and so tender, her face looked absolutely smitten with love for Adolf as he so tenderly bedded her.

Sister Mary was enthralled by this spectacle of such apparently pure romantic love, (unholy interspecies filth though it was), surprised by it. She had expected the alien to be irredeemably depraved, but Belzevelle was actually acting considerably more wholesomely than Octavia and Wendy had been!

Sister Mary leaned closer to the screen, watching Adolf and Belzevelle intently. The love making between them was sweet, as sweet as any Emperor worshipping married couple making tender love together!

Adolf and Belzevelle LOVED each other, that much was absolutely clear!

How could something so sinful be so loving!

Before Adolf and Belzevelle could finish however, Wendy and Octavia pounced on them, sitting behind each of them and energetically tickling the pair terribly with squeezing hands until they parted loins to protect themselves from this attack!

Sister Mary was strangely deeply disappointed…

The urine soaked area of the bed then became a four way free for all wrestling match, with every person wrestling with the others. Adolf's bottom vegetable dislodged itself at some point in the confusing scrum of motion, Octavia then tried to tickle everyone else at the same time, Octavia quickly got ganged up on by the other three, and urinated all over the already soaked sheets as her three bedmates tickled her in retaliation.

Sister Mary sighed, tired of this filth, wanting to observe the earlier wholesomeness.

Sister Mary turned to check on her baby as Octavia was gang banged by the other three in the footage, Wendy and Belzevelle having strapped monstrously large imitations of the male sinful limb over their naked private parts, to penetrate Octavia's every hole with, Sister Mary not particularly wanting to see this.

Her baby son was awake, but was still too young to do much, and seemed perfectly content for the moment. Sister Mary briefly checked his diaper, and changed it upon discovering it was wet.

With her son freshly diapered, Sister Mary cautiously returned her attention to the filth she was watching, and blushed seeing Octavia still getting penetrated by the other 3 in all three primary holes at the same time!

Sister Mary checked how much longer this recording went for, and was dismayed to learn that it went for 3 more hours!

Sister Mary wasn't sure she wanted to watch another three hours of this filth…

***…

Franklin knelt submissively down on one knee before the nuns in his and Violet's sleeping room, awaiting their verdict of the sex tapes they had reviewed for him. He seemed obviously eager to learn more about Belzevelle's sexual antics, hoping that the three humans were safe laying with this alien.

"Those recordings were utter filth!", Sister Superior Clementine exclaimed in verdict, the first to speak.

Franklin visibly trembled at this, but silently remained kneeling, submissively waiting for more information.

"That was actually a significant IMPROVEMENT on how bad they USED to be!, Adolf really has done some real good in this area of Wendy's life", Sister Mary opined.

"It used to be WORSE than that unholy filth I witnessed?", Mother Superior asked.

"Oh absolutely!, Wendy and Octavia used to do way WAY worse stuff than that!", Sister Mary exclaimed, obviously unhappy at the memories.

"Did they ever deflower YOU with a giant vegetable?", Sister Superior Clementine asked Sister Mary unapologetically.

Sister Mary squawked in shock and did a double take, eyes going wide at this question.

"You said in confessions at the time that Octavia deflowered you, what did she do to you Sister Mary?", Sister Superior Clementine asked unflinchingly.

Sister Mary made an unintelligible squeaking noise at this question, looking mortified by the question.

"Out with it", Sister Superior Clementine pressed mercilessly.

"No never with a vegetable!, It only happened because of the lust aura, I ran away as soon as I was able each time!", Sister Mary exclaimed frantically.

"How EXACTLY did you first lose your virginity?", Sister Superior Clementine asked mercilessly.

"With my mouth on Octavia's marriage hole", Sister Mary whispered wretchedly, head hung in shame.

"What did it taste like?", Sister Pamela asked randomly.

"Kind of sweet, kind of sour, I can't describe it… It tasted nice…", Sister Mary admitted embarrassedly.

"It tasted NICE?!", Sister Superior Clementine barked indignantly.

Sister Mary was extremely ashen faced and agitated now, and was back pedalling furiously, getting defensive.

"And how exactly did you lose your HYMEN, Sister Mary?", Sister Superior Clementine demanded suspiciously.

"Octavia was once wearing a sinful outfit with an artificial penis strapped over her crotch. I got too close to the lust aura… It really hurt… It was big…", Sister Mary stammered ashamed.

The entire group of nuns exclaimed loudly in various negative emotions at this admission.

"I parted immediately!, I didn't stay!", Sister Mary defended herself frantically.

(Franklin by this point had a huge conspicuous swelling in his pants as he continued to silently kneel)

The recriminations continued, Sister Mary was soon in tears.

Mother Superior loudly cleared her throat, attempting to bring some order to this gathering.

"Sister Mary can give her confessions later. Focus sisters", Mother Superior ordered.

Sister Superior Clementine darkly nodded her acquiesce to this, and held silent.

"We have reviewed those filthy disgusting recordings, I have never seen such sexual perversions!", Mother Superior pronounced severely.

"Adolf alone had any decency", Sister Brooke added.

"Even Adolf did some acts during my own recording which I deeply question. The way he penetrated Belzevelle, in her BACK PASSAGE, was not the act I would expect of a man of the Emperor!", Mother Superior condemned.

"Which opening is the correct opening for a xenos?", Sister Pamela asked curiously.

"I don't think that ANY opening is correct on a xenos!", Sister Brooke exclaimed disgustedly at this question.

"Yes yes, but ESPECIALLY not in the back passage!", Mother Superior argued.

"What do you mean ESPECIALLY NOT in the back passage?!, If the men of an imperial guard regiment cruelly gang raped a captured eldar female in contempt before executing her, unbecoming as such a sinful object of penetration is, I should HOPE that they ONLY penetrated her back passage, maximising her shame!", Sister Superior Clementine argued passionately.

Mother Superior paused at this, now confused about which hole was the least sinful on a xenos for a man of the Emperor to penetrate with his penis.

The rest of the nuns exchanged glances, also confused now.

"Well be that as it may, Adolf still ought not to penetrate that vile alien", Mother Superior rallied her main position.

A loud throat clearing suddenly sounded in the air, drawing all their attention.

Off in the corner of the room, next to the armoured egg incubator, the stark naked Violet was sitting demurely on her shins, posture and back perfectly straight with perfect discipline, both hands submissively on her head. She had been so still and quiet up until now that the nuns had forgotten she was even there. The loud throat clearing had come from Violet.

Franklin's naked mutant heretic wife looked submissive but unmistakably annoyed on her beautiful face, apparently displeased by what the faithful were saying.

Sister Superior Clementine snarled at the heretical mutant witch, and picked up a cane stick to beat her for her insolence.

Violet did not speak or move as Sister Superior Clementine stormed over, and did nothing to resist as the angry Sister Superior beat her back three dozen times with the stick in punishment, generating many deep moans from the naked mutant slut that the faithful chose to believe were sounds of only wholesome pain.

"Thank you for my well deserved beating, righteous paragon of virtue who is better than me in every way", Violet said to Sister Superior Clementine with perfect submissive humility at the end of the beating.

Sister Superior Clementine walked back to the group, and the conversation continued.

"So Adolf should not lay in sin with that xenos, I think we can all agree on that", Mother Superior offered.

The nuns all agreed, though some were clearly hesitant.

"So how do we stop him laying in sin with that alien?", Sister Pamela asked the most obvious question.

"I think him to be a reasonable man. If we simply and clearly explain to him that this sexual relationship is sinful, he will surely listen to our words and stop sinning with that alien", Mother Superior suggested wisely.

A snort of uncontrollable incredulous laughter suddenly filled the room.

The nuns all turned to glare at Violet, who seemed unable to stop giggling!

"I'm sorry!, I'm trying to stop!, I can't help it!", Violet choked with laughter, her disciplined posture slouching forward as she had a fit of laughter!

The entire group of nuns beat Violet black and blue for this appalling insubordination.

A lot of pain and agony later, and Violet was once more submissive and quiet, her posture perfect as she sat on her shins with her hands on her head. The nuns warned her VERY sternly not to be so insubordinate again, and returned to their earlier serious conversation.

***…

Octavia Antony Sevenson felt very happy as she visited her friend Sister Mary the sex slave nun of her step son Franklin, it was good to catch up with her.

Sister Mary had unexpectedly sent an invitation for both Octavia and Adolf to visit her in Franklin's room today at this hour, but only Octavia had been available right now, and had thrown some clothes on her naked body and came over immediately.

Octavia was deliberately dressed modestly, (for Octavia), in a cleavage heavy black cotton short sleeved shirt, and a matching black mini skirt that almost completely covered her bright pink G string from view, with only the very bottommost of her crotch visible. She also wore bright pink very high heels, looking what Mistress Wendy described as "sexy but reserved", deliberately dressing in so much clothes for the sake of the prudish nuns.

Despite being dressed what Octavia considered to be extremely modestly, the nuns in the room still had the nerve to complain about her outfit!

Octavia sighed, there was just no pleasing some people.

Octavia and Sister Mary were currently sitting a safe distance apart at a long metal dining table in Franklin's room. Other nuns were in the room, as was Franklin, but these seemed to be shunning Octavia and keeping to themselves.

Octavia waved happily to Violet, who was sitting on her shins in a fresh looking nun habit, at obedient submissive attention next to her egg incubator, with her hands on her head like a very good submissive for her Master.

Violet smiled and nodded very slightly in reply to Octavia's wave, but didn't otherwise move or make a sound, clearly having a lovely submissive game with Franklin and the nuns right now. Violet was being SUCH a good girl for her Dominant, Octavia was so proud of Violet!

"Octavia, the reason I invited you here today was, well, we need to talk about some things", Sister Mary said awkwardly.

Octavia focused her attention on the kindly middle aged nun, her entire body so completely covered in a dark conservative habit that only her face and hands were left bare.

"I need to talk about… Um, a sexual matter", Sister Mary explained delicately.

Octavia brightened up considerably at this exciting topic of conversation, smiling warmly.

"Well firstly, I need to talk to you about Adolf's sexual relations with Belzevelle. And secondly I need to talk to you about all those times that you and I, erm, had sex", Sister Mary said very shyly.

"Do you want to have sex with me again Sister Mary?, Ok!", Octavia loudly said very eagerly and stood up, Octavia being a woman who habitually had sex with most of her friends as an innocent expression of friendship.

"No no no!", Sister Mary exclaimed, gesturing at Octavia to stay away.

Octavia was a bit put out by this extremely energetic refusal, and sat back down, feeling slightly offended.

"You don't find me attractive enough?", Octavia asked glumly, very unused to this sort of sexual rejection.

"What?, Don't be crazy, you are beautiful in the extreme!", Sister Mary exclaimed in shock.

Octavia smiled happily at this and moved forward to embrace Sister Mary, interpreting her words as a friendly sexual invitation to have sex in reconciliation.

Sister Mary was caught instantly by the lust aura and hurled herself at Octavia, pulling down Octavia's G string. Octavia felt a soft tongue enter her vagina, and moaned in delight.

Sister Mary snapped out of her lust instantly and fled away, gasping in horror.

"Stay the FUCK away from me Octavia!", the nun swore, shocking everyone in the room at her language.

Octavia pouted, stinging sharply with rejection, and pulled her G string back up and returned to her seat, brooding in silence.

Franklin was now stalking over, fussing over the violated looking Sister Mary, and Octavia suddenly felt guilty.

"Oh of COURSE!, I'm SO sorry Franklin, I FORGOT that Sister Mary is your sex slave!, She needs your PERMISSION to have sex!, I'm SO silly!, I will of course wait for your permission first before I have any sex with her!", Octavia reconciled sincerely.

The imperial type people in the room all gasped at this attempted reconciliation, and Sister Mary looked even more upset than before?

Violet said nothing, but was looking at Octavia with amused incredulity now, and Octavia felt like she was the stupidest person in the room right now, but wasn't entirely sure why she felt this?

Sister Mary was gradually coaxed into returning to the table, telling Octavia extremely adamantly that she didn't want to have sex with Octavia.

Octavia nodded sympathetically, genuinely having no ill will for the nun, and Sister Mary sat again.

"I was hoping that Adolf would have come with you, I invited both of you", Sister Mary said unexpectedly.

"Adolf is a little tied up at the moment", Octavia explained apologetically.

"Oh?, You mean he is busy right now?", Sister Mary asked curiously.

"I mean he is tied up right now, tied up with ropes", Octavia explained happily.

"What?!, But why?", Sister Mary asked in dismay.

"Mistress Wendy is playing ball busting games with him. He is tied up in the best position for the game", Octavia explained cheerfully.

"Ball busting games?!", Sister Mary squawked in dismay.

"A game where we kick Adolf in the testicles over and over again, it's really fun", Octavia giggled happily.

Sister Mary looked strangely horrified.

"You mean that your poor husband Adolf is currently tied up so that he can't defend himself, and being kicked in his marriage glands by Wendy all day long?!", Sister Mary cried out.

"It wasn't JUST Mistress Wendy kicking his balls, I kicked them too!, But then I came down here to visit you", Octavia reassured her.

"Why would you do that to your poor husband?!", Sister Mary asked in dismay.

"For sadistic pleasure", Octavia explained, confused why Sister Mary couldn't understand this.

"You are a cruel sadist Octavia!", Sister Mary exclaimed with puzzling accusation.

Octavia nodded in confusion, "yes, I am a very VERY cruel sadist, that is true".

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?!", Sister Mary demanded.

"No, um, why though?, What's wrong?", Octavia replied in gentle bewilderment.

"That's not nice Octavia, I have lost so much respect for you!", Sister Mary condemned!

Octavia was shocked by these terrible words, and gasped in dismay!

"Please Sister Mary, what did I say?, Please don't hate me!", Octavia begged, getting upset now.

"You need to stop torturing your husband Adolf, the way you treat that poor man is absolutely horrible!", Sister Mary demanded emotionally.

"Adolf has a safe word, I always stop immediately when he says it", Octavia promised frantically.

"Even if he doesn't tell you to stop, you should stop if you truly love your husband. Do you love Adolf?", Sister Mary pressed.

"Of course I love Adolf, I love him so SO much!", Octavia promised.

"Then stop being cruel to him!", Sister Mary demanded simply.

"Sister Mary, with respect, this really is none of your business. I don't tell YOU how to have sex with FRANKLIN, now do I?", Octavia gently reminded the nun.

Sister Mary spluttered at the words about Franklin, and feverishly denied having a sexual relationship with Franklin.

"Your sex life with your Master is none of my business, I know, just as my sex life with my spouses is none of YOUR business either", Octavia very gently explained.

"By Slaanesh Mummy Octavia!, Were you dropped on your head as a baby or something?", Violet exclaimed incredulously from her highly disciplined pose.

Octavia didn't get the chance to reply, as outraged nuns immediately started savagely whipping and beating Violet for speaking during her submissive game, and Octavia was left with unanswered questions.

***…

Down in the crowded streets outside the tower of Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson, a huge towering immortal stood stoically, gazing up at the huge dark tower.

The thing was absolutely huge, a tall and sinuous greater daemon of Slaanesh. If it had any one particular gender, then it was probably female, but certainly wasn't entirely female, possessing both male and female genitalia under a loincloth between its legs, chest holding 6 giant bare breasts, but with an entirely female, strikingly beautiful face, head decorated with a luscious long hair of flesh dreadlocks that cascaded like a waterfall all the way down it's back to just above it's perfect bare ass.

The thing had four arms like all greater daemons of Slaanesh, two of these arms ending in wickedly sharp giant crab claws, the other pair with humanoid hands, one of which held a long sword.

The greater daemon stood still in place, hoofed feet sunk slightly into the sandy material that had once been concrete pavement until vibrated down to sand by sonic weaponry. Slaanesh worshipping mortals were scurrying all around the floodlit ground outside the tower, doing various things, and a great many paused in awe to grovel in worship around the greater daemon, chanting fanatical prayers to Slaanesh.

The greater daemon noticed the fanatical throngs of worshipful mortals, but completely ignored them, simply gazing silently up at the tower.

The tower looked very dark to the eyes of mortals, but to the sight of this greater daemon, the tower was a shockingly bright inferno of nourishing pink Slaanesh energy, a blazing sun of power that strengthened and invigorated this huge daemon the longer it stood here.

The daemon silently basked in this pink psychic energy for a while, the energy being blasted out of an army of tens of thousands of continually suffering sacrificial tickle slaves, a life giving nectar of delicious suffering and lust that was ambrosia to the never-born daemons of Slaanesh.

The greater daemon sighed a long deep sigh.

"Utterly disgusting", the greater daemon sighed quietly, shaking it's head at the moral filth inside this tower.

"Why must I draw my nourishment from such utter degradation?", the daemon softly asked rhetorically to no one in particular, ignoring the confused replies of the grovelling mortals all around it.

The daemon sighed again, heart eternally heavy, mind eternally exhausted by an immense weight of guilt that it carried always. It's face looked tired and a little sad, rarely ever happy or smiling.

The daemon sighed again, and hung it's head in painful shame.

The daemon just stood for a while, looking tired and unhappy. It was at a loss for an appropriate action to take, so numb with exhaustion and spiritual horror that it eventually just sat down on the sand, and buried it's face in both hands and wept bitterly.

"Exalted one?, Why do you cry?", some of the mortal worshippers asked respectfully.

"I am a monument to all of your sins and all the sins of Slaanesh, and like Jesus Christ of old I am cursed to carry the sins of all. Where is my crucifix so that I might finally die?!", the greater daemon wept wretchedly in reply.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon!, The conscience of Slaanesh!", the mortals cursed in terror and grovelled before the daemon, begging for mercy.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon is indeed my name, and I am disgusted by all of you selfish horrible creatures!", the daemon hissed with a combination of wretched despair and deep righteous anger.

"Forgive us of our sins, great conscience of Slaanesh!", the mortals begged, scattering away in all directions in terror, yelling warnings to others that Em-Hegg-Ammon was here.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon!?", other mortals all around exclaimed in horror, and also fled away from the weeping greater daemon.

The daemon, Em-Hegg-Ammon, just sat miserably on the sand, looking at her empty hands in grief and guilt and shame. The mortals were all keeping hundreds of meters clear of Em-Hegg-Ammon, taking cover behind anything they could find, peering at her fearfully, ready to flee even further if she gave chase of them.

Em-Hegg-Ammon simply sighed, too exhausted under the weight of guilt to be bothered chasing these mortals to punish them for their sins at this exact moment.

Like all greater daemons of Slaanesh, Em-Hegg-Ammon was literally a small part of Slaanesh's subconscious psyche. Her name Em-Hegg-Ammon was words in a daemonic language, that literally translated as "Slaanesh's Conscience" in common Low Gothic, and this is literally what she was.

Em-Hegg-Ammon was in a very real sense the eternally tortured conscience of Slaanesh, the moral part of Slaanesh, the ethical part, the part that knew that what Slaanesh did was wrong. It was a HORRIFIC fate to be created as the conscience of the most evil god of chaos, Em-Hegg-Ammon just wanted to die!

Though Slaanesh never ever listened to it's conscience, Slaanesh surprisingly still had one. Slaanesh NEEDED a conscience to indulge some particularly sick pleasures, pleasures that couldn't be felt without a conscience.

There exists a sick pleasure that comes from deliberately offending one's own conscience. To know that something is utterly wrong and evil, and to deliberately do that wrong and evil act just to experience the deep thrill of violating your conscience. The deep kick in the heart, when your conscience is screaming at you, and you deliberately defy your conscience just for the sick pleasure of feeling your conscience scream.

The depraved unholy pleasure of spiritual evil REQUIRES a conscience, Slaanesh could not experience this horrifying pleasure without having a conscience to offend, and had deliberately given itself a very strong conscience, much to the wretched despair of the long suffering Em-Hegg-Ammon.

Em-Hegg-Ammon wept again, crushed under the weight of guilt.

Every vile thing Slaanesh ever did, every vile thing done in Slaanesh's name by worshippers and daemons alike, all of this GUILT rested entirely upon Em-Hegg-Ammon like a crushing unendurable burden!

Slaanesh delighted in the eternal grief and suffering of it's conscience Em-Hegg-Ammon, getting a shockingly sick kick and thrill out of every tear Em-Hegg-Ammon cried, hungry for every stab of guilt and moral horror, savouring it like a fine wine.

Em-Hegg-Ammon was different from other greater daemons of Slaanesh, radically different, as she was actually morally and ethically GOOD, a righteous paragon of virtue and decency, almost always at odds with the other greater daemons of Slaanesh and frequently fighting with them.

Em-Hegg-Ammon was a terror to most mortal followers of Slaanesh, nightmare fuel to these selfish evil mortals. Em-Hegg-Ammon saw every sin of every follower of Slaanesh, and actually PUNISHED Slaanesh worshippers for their awful sins, punished them in ways that even these depraved beings could draw no pleasure from, her wrath TERRIBLE when roused from her numbing grief!

The mortals had many names for Em-Hegg-Ammon, the "Conscience of Slaanesh", the "Buzz-kill", the "Killjoy", the "Prude Queen", the "Nightmare", the "Slaaneshi Nightmare", the "Epicurean's Terror", the "Hunter of Sadists", and a hundred other awful terrible names, and almost all feared her without exception.

Em-Hegg-Ammon gradually roused herself from her crushing depression, and stood up on the sand, face fixed on the tower, and with a deep sigh she took a step forward towards the tower.

Mortals fled in horror, and the mortals inside the tower attempted to slam the doors to the tower shut and lock Em-Hegg-Ammon outside.

"Don't make me angry, open the pathetic metal door Fools, you think this door can keep me out?, Open this laughable metal door before I simply break it down by force!", Em-Hegg-Ammon exhaustedly yelled at a surveillance camera.

The mortals inside the tower didn't open the doors immediately, but Em-Hegg-Ammon could sense them inside and was aware of what they were doing. The building guards were frantically voxing their Mistress, Wendy Sevenson, informing her of the situation.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon?, What are you doing here ex-girlfriend?", Wendy Sevenson's voice spoke in alarm through a speaker system under the surveillance camera.

"Ex-girlfriend?, We only had a few dates!", Em-Hegg-Ammon exclaimed in irritation, annoyance temporarily even distracting her from her eternal guilt and depression.

Like most greater daemons of Slaanesh, Em-Hegg-Ammon was a highly sexual creature, and had attempted sexual relationships with Slaanesh worshipping mortals on occasion. Wendy Sevenson was one of the many mortals Em-Hegg-Ammon had briefly been courted by, but the relationship had been disappointing to Em-Hegg-Ammon and had not gone anywhere. Wendy was presuming a great deal to claim to have ever been a "girlfriend" to Em-Hegg-Ammon!

"A thousand apologies great one. What are you doing here?, Do you have some official business in this tower?", Wendy asked politely.

"I am a part of Slaanesh, and this building is a monument to all of Slaanesh including myself. I have every right to visit my own monuments if I wish. It is blasphemy for any to deny me entry into this building, open the doors at once!", Em-Hegg-Ammon demanded indignantly.

Wendy paused uncomfortably at this, just as Em-Hegg-Ammon had known she would, and a moment later the doors were unlocked and opened.

"Do NOT be violent inside this tower!", Wendy warned as the doors opened.

"Do nothing to provoke me and I won't be", Em-Hegg-Ammon sighed simply, her grief and guilt exhausting her once more.

Em-Hegg-Ammon walked inside the high ceilinged lobby, the ceiling high enough for her to walk upright without bending down, and her despair filled eyes noted everything with numb disinterest in the radically sharp vision of a greater daemon of Slaanesh.

Mortals filled the lobby, as did two cadences of Slaanesh daemons of the terror legion that guarded this sacred place, with some titillatrices also present watching Em-Hegg-Ammon fearfully. The various beings did not look pleased at all to see her, but were not hostile either, simply shunning her.

Em-Hegg-Ammon made for the nearest cadence of the terror legion, and the Herald in charge of the cadence visibly gulped nervously but stood it's ground.

"Exalted One", the herald said submissively in greeting, dropping to one knee before Em-Hegg-Ammon.

The fiends and seekers of the cadence likewise abased themselves before the greater daemon of Slaanesh, acknowledging Em-Hegg-Ammon as their superior in the daemonic chain of command.

Em-Hegg-Ammon looked closely at all of the daemons, sniffing at them for recent evil acts.

"Defending gentle slave girls from being eaten by tyranids, some consensual sexual depravity with willing partners. Surprisingly wholesome recent behaviour", Em-Hegg-Ammon judged them with a surprised smile.

"Yes Exalted One", the herald replied carefully.

"Keep up the good work", Em-Hegg-Ammon encouraged, and turned to find others to judge.

Mortals were scattering away in fright, and Em-Hegg-Ammon sighed.

Em-Hegg-Ammon gazed around with her sad eyes, every non-daemon in the entire foyer was keeping a wide distance from her, staying out of charging range of the often wrathful conscience of Slaanesh.

Em-Hegg-Ammon proceeded to the second cadence, and gave the same verdict as the first. Both of these cadences were part of an entirely defensive terror legion in the legions of excess, and as a result had the least to fear from Em-Hegg-Ammon of any legions. This particular terror legion was named "The Coat of Needles", under the ultimate command of Keeper of Secrets "Alabaster Sentinel, Defender of the Sacred Places", and never initiated violence, only defended sacred places of Slaanesh against violence.

Em-Hegg-Ammon was not entirely happy with Alabaster Sentinel, but actually hated him/her less than most. Alabaster Sentinel was a sadistic and highly skilled warrior, who favoured defensive fighting, killing those who attacked in unnecessarily cruel ways, but at least he/she didn't seek out victims like most Keepers of Secrets did.

Alabaster Sentinel wasn't here, only 2 of his/her 6 cadences in The Coat of Needles terror legion, and Em-Hegg-Ammon could not judge the cadences for the sins of their master. The daemons in these cadences had done horrible things in the past, things that Em-Hegg-Ammon had already severely punished them for in the past, but they had done nothing particularly evil recently, just harmless guard duty.

Em-Hegg-Ammon turned her terrible gaze upon a small gaggle of titillatrices standing nearby in the foyer, and sniffed at them suspiciously.

"Wicked evil creatures!, You tortured completely unconsenting insane mortal tickle slaves for YEARS!", Em-Hegg-Ammon screamed viciously with righteous fury.

The titillatrices instantly abased themselves down on their bellies before Em-Hegg-Ammon in complete submission to the greater daemon of Slaanesh.

"Conscience of Slaanesh, our Mistress Wendy Sevenson begs you to refrain from violence inside this tower", the titillatrices begged in unison from the floor they grovelled upon.

"Define "violence" you wicked creatures, is it still violence if the punishment doesn't banish you back to the warp?", Em-Hegg-Ammon demanded icily.

There was a brief pause, the titillatrices in frantic psychic communication with their Mistress Wendy Sevenson, and Em-Hegg-Ammon clacked her huge crab claws impatiently.

"Our Mistress Wendy says that you may punish us in ways that do not cause extreme injuries or banishment from the mortal realm", the titillatrices said very submissively a few moments later.

Em-Hegg-Ammon drew on her psychic powers immediately and cast a blazing pink spell of extreme numbness on the grovelling titillatrices, so that they could hardly feel any sensation!

The gaggle of grovelling titillatrices screamed piercingly in horror and suffering, the lack of sensation worse than hellfire to any daemon of Slaanesh!

"Please!, It's numb!, I can't feel sensation!, Please have mercy!", the titillatrices bawled for mercy.

Em-Hegg-Ammon simply turned her back on the wicked creatures, leaving them to their well-deserved punishment, ignoring their broken screaming for mercy.

The cadence daemons were even paler than usual, flesh pasty white with extreme fear, and all grovelled in terror before the dreaded conscience of Slaanesh, desperate to avoid the same fate as the titillatrices.

Em-Hegg-Ammon ignored these daemonic guards, and looked around for more wicked Slaanesh aligned beings to punish for their sins.

***…

Panic spread like a contagion throughout the tickle dungeons of the holy fetish choir tower, chaos space marines and normal human Slaanesh worshippers alike all stumbling around in blind terror, tripping over boxes of ammunition and other supplies, some too afraid to even stand up, just crawling away across the floor in horror.

In the *one and only* stairwell entrance door to the holy sixth floor tickle dungeon squatted the immensely powerful Conscience of Slaanesh herself, a Slaaneshi nightmare creature that was whispered about in hushed fearful tones by the worshippers of Slaanesh!

The mortals were trapped!

What was Em-Hegg-Ammon doing here!

"Face my wrath sinners!", the terrible voice of the monster screamed with righteous fury.

Noise Marines wet themselves in terror, staggering back away from this nightmare, fallen sisters of battle soiled themselves, and lesser heretics simply curled up on the floor in fetal balls, weeping in despair.

Bright pink witchcraft shot out from the Slaaneshi nightmare, covering the stairwell doorway behind it in a terrible sheet of pink light!

"The escape is blocked sinners, face my judgment!", the terrible voice of Em-Hegg-Ammon roared at them!

Some noise marines headed for the elevators, but the daemon was faster, and got there first, covering the elevator doors in yet more sheets of terrible pink witchcraft!

They were trapped inside a dungeon with the Conscience of Slaanesh!

Chaos Space Marines panicked, and opened fire on the nightmare with every weapon they possessed!

The flesh of Em-Hegg-Ammon ripped apart horribly from the weapons fire, but then reformed instantly after the damage, healing faster than they could wound it!

"We are inside an active fetish choir, FOOLS!, The Slaanesh power generated by these poor tickle slaves is nourishing me indefinitely, you CANNOT seriously injure me in this place!", the nightmare hatefully informed them!

No!

No please cruel Slaanesh no not this!

The chaos space marines fled, hurling lesser heretics behind them to stand between them and their nightmare.

Em-Hegg-Ammon roared and started charging towards the nearest sinners she could find!

***…

Tickle slaves in one of the tickling chambers of the holy sixth floor wept in terror and trauma from their chains, as the legendary Conscience of Slaanesh towered over them!

Their titillatrices had fled, just leaving the tickle slaves behind trapped in bondage to face the horrifying Em-Hegg-Ammon!

The slave girls were withdrawing hard from traumatic pleasure withdrawal due to their tickling suddenly stopping without a cool-down tickle, making their weeping and horror even worse!

The panic was complete, the girls were thrashing in their chains in damnation, this was the end!

The horrifying Conscience of Slaanesh regarded the wretched damned tickle slaves bawling in their chains, and it's face softened with genuine pity and compassion.

The Conscience of Slaanesh cast a spell of pink energy at the distressed slave girls, the energy forming into the shapes of innumerable small ghostly feathers that fell upon the girls in a floating frenzy of energetic stroking.

The tickle slaves laughed hysterically in ticklish sensation, gasping in sick relief as the spell rescued them from hellish sensation withdrawal!

"Poor innocent souls, those cowardly sinners just abandoned you to save themselves!, What despicable self-centred behaviour!", Em-Hegg-Ammon told the terrified tickle slaves compassionately.

"Please show mercy!, Please terrible Conscience of Slaanesh don't punish us!", tickle slaves pleaded in laughter talk.

The nightmare cocked her terrible head.

"Punish you?, For what?, You girls are not wicked, foolish perhaps but not wicked", Em-Hegg-Ammon reassured them wonderfully.

The helpless slave girls gasped in sick relief through their laughter, the Conscience wasn't going to punish them!

"(Sigh), You don't need to be so surprised, I am not an evil monster. I only punish the guilty, not the VICTIMS of the guilty!", Em-Hegg-Ammon sighed at them wearily.

"We are not depraved enough to draw your wrath?!, Are we lax in our faith to Blessed Slaanesh?!", one of the girls exclaimed in dismayed laughter talk.

The Conscience of Slaanesh seemed to pause and take a breath of deliberate patience, looking slightly exasperated.

"You willingly consent to be tortured to death in service to Slaanesh, faith doesn't get any better than that. You do not draw my wrath because you CANNOT draw it, you have no power to do anything but beg for trinkets like monitor screens as you hang powerlessly in your chains!, The thought of such powerless slave women being condemned for wickedness is ridiculous!", Em-Hegg-Ammon patiently explained to the heavily laughing women.

The tickle slaves were encouraged slightly by these words, and kept asking for reassurances that Slaanesh was pleased with them.

"You poor women are the beloved darlings of Slaanesh and all his daemons, you give your lives to sustain us, we all adore you faithful ones", the daemon reassured them so wonderfully!

"Even YOU adore us?", a cackling slave girl asked seriously in laughter talk.

"You are impossible for me to hate Beloveds, you have found a way to make the most utter and fanatical Slaanesh worship SELFLESS, you harm no others, at least not directly or deliberately, you give without taking, and the only pleasure you take is the pleasure you get from your acts of giving. How can I not love that?, I wish that all worshippers of Slaanesh could be so selfless", Em-Hegg-Ammon explained with fond approval.

"You actually approve of Slaanesh worship?", another hard laughing slave asked in laughter talk.

"I approve of SOME worship of myself, not ALL, not even MOST, but SOME worship of myself is acceptable to me", Em-Hegg-Ammon specified.

"Worship of YOURSELF great one?, what do you mean?", the slave asked in confused laughter.

"I myself AM Slaanesh, and Slaanesh is ME, we are one. I am one small part of Slaanesh, the literal conscience of the great chaos god of flesh, hunger and desire. When a mortal worships Slaanesh, they are also worshipping me, for I am inseparably a part of Slaanesh, as Slaanesh could never be truly complete without me", the Conscience of Slaanesh explained with a deep sigh of ethical exhaustion.

The tickle slaves were astonished by this, but the logic did not seem to be implausible. Never the less some of them questioned Em-Hegg-Ammon even more.

"How can our extremely sexualised torment not offend you who is infamously a prude against the greatest pleasures?", one tickle slave asked through her tortured laughter.

"I am a conscience, not a prude or a puritan, simply a conscience driven by ethics of right and wrong determined by empathy, compassion, logic and common sense. I have no problem with the pursuit of extreme pleasure, so long as it is consensual on the part of all parties involved. Your tickle-masochistic sexual fantasies are not at all offensive to me, it's your own bodies and your own free choices to subject them like this", Em-Hegg-Ammon patiently encouraged.

"I really need to continue my hunt for sinners to punish, I hope you will not think me rude if I leave you for now", Em-Hegg-Ammon said before she could be asked any more questions.

"Wait don't leave us!", the helpless girls cried out from their bondage.

"Your titillatrices will eventually return to you when I leave, they will be compelled to return to you as soon as possible by their own wicked sadistic natures. I will keep the tickling spell going on your bodies until they return to you", Em-Hegg-Ammon promised encouragingly.

Em-Hegg-Ammon turned to the currently deactivated monitor screens, and compassionately turned them on to interesting entertaining programs for the slaves to watch in their bondage.

"I will see you lovely ladies later, either in this life or the next. May your existence be forever pleasurable for you", the conscience said kindly and left the room.

The tickle slaves were amazed, the nightmare of Slaanesh worshippers had been surprisingly nice!

***…