The Imperial Orphan

Chapter 1(Orphan)

12 year old Imperial orphan boy Franklin Sevenson lay penitently on his front in the orphanage scourging rack, praying prayers of contrition to an image of the holy saints. The whip bit his back again, making him fill with pain. Franklin thanked the Emperor for the cleansing pain, filled with pure worship.

Franklin was whipped like this several times a day, to pay for the terrible sin of his birth. His day in the orphanage was strictly ordered into set time periods, set times for scourging, set times for study, set times for prayer.

Franklin had only ever known his life in the strict orphanage, he had been taken from his heretical parents by the inquisition when only a few days old, and had been deemed young enough to be considered redeemable with an appropriate life of discipline.

Franklin repented yet again for the disgusting shame of his birth, it was a shame almost beyond enduring. Only by endless scourging and repentance could he even endure to go on with such a terrible terrible shame!

Franklin's parents were warp spawned scum, heretical as it was possible to be.

His father was Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson of the Night Lord's traitor legion! The Chaos Lord was infamous and despicable, a serial rapist of women all across the Segmentum Solar, his natural Space Marine infertility undone by the foul mutations of chaos! This monster had forcibly impregnated thousands of screaming women, filling special Imperial orphanages like this one with children doomed to a life of brutal punishment! The monster!

Franklin felt only the most pure hatred for his evil father. He hoped to one day become an acolyte of an inquisitor to help hunt down this vile monster. He would gladly kill this blasphemous heretic!

Had Franklin's mother been just an innocent woman raped by the Chaos Lord, then Franklin could have felt some small shred of dignity in knowing that at least his mother was pure, but it was SO much worse, so hideously worse!

For Franklin's mother was in fact the Chaos Lord's own sister! Her name was Wendy Sevenson, a depraved Chaos Champion of the vile god Slaanesh! The vile harlot had had unholy relations with her own brother and had given birth to Franklin from this coupling! The SHAME!

Franklin felt filthy just thinking about his vile heritage, and welcomed the whip to scourge away his shame. He had been created by heretical incest in the womb of a vile heretic, he had no purity in his blood, nothing to be proud of in his heritage. This vile woman had grown him in her filthy womb, passed him out of her depraved harlot vagina, and suckled him with her filthy heretic milk!

By the Emperor! Franklin felt filthy all the time! He felt so defiled, so unclean! He welcomed the whip, welcomed the penitence, he NEEDED to be punished for the terrible shame he carried!

Thank the Emperor that the Inquisition had rescued him from his vile parents. Thank the Emperor that he had been spared from being raised by that filthy harlot. Thank the Emperor for this strict orphanage to flog the shame out of him, thank him for the ice cold baths, caned knuckles, prayer vigils and stern education.

Franklin welcomed the lash as it bit him again, it filled him with such strange peace to be flogged and beaten and humbled. This orphanage was so soothing to his soul, he felt so complete when the guilt was chastised out of him.

Franklin focused his attention on the faces of the holy saints. The strict stern unmoving faces in the images gazed down at him, merciless and condemning. Franklin embraced this righteous judgement, chastising himself penitently for his sins.

The whip on his back stung deeply, wracking him with extremely sharp pain, and the pain gave him a deep sense of peace and cleanliness. The more it hurt, the more clean and peaceful he felt. Franklin loved the lash, as a true penitent should.

The lashing ended after exactly one hour, perfectly on time, and Franklin thanked the nun profusely for his well deserved punishment. She nodded sternly and he said his ritual prayers of thanks for his scourging, before putting the shirt of his grey robes back on.

Franklin felt light and thankful as he padded barefoot out of the stone scourging room, and walked barefoot down the cold stone floor of a corridor in the orphanage dungeon levels.

Every step Franklin took was measured and timed, every part of his day followed a strict routine, down to the timing of each step he took. There was nothing done except what was told, he had been trained over a lifetime to not even scratch itches, not to move in any way that deviated from the strict routine.

Other children filed out of other scourging rooms, and joined the walk in measured steps. Every step and movement was timed perfectly to let children join the line seamlessly, in strict ranks without deviation. All looked straight ahead with perfect discipline, a lifetime of strict discipline showing its mark.

The ranks of children marched in lockstep, wheeling in disciplined ranks around corners, marching up cold stairs, and out into a stone courtyard. It was raining heavily out in the courtyard, but the children didn't even slow. They formed disciplined ranks and files, and stood at attention in the driving rain.

They were to stand here at perfect attention for an hour, no matter what the weather was like, like they did at this time every day. Franklin was completely soaked and had extremely hard rain pelting in his face. It was horribly cold and uncomfortable, but Franklin didn't move a muscle.

The wind howled as it pelted freezing rain into these children's faces, as they stood alone at attention in this terrible weather, but none of them so much as fidgeted. All stood with perfect discipline, accepting the punishing discipline and discomfort without question.

These were all the children of heretic parents, taken by the Imperium at very young ages before the parents could corrupt them with heresy. This high security orphanage had raised them from infancy, raised in the most severe upbringing imaginable, with constant routine beatings and punishment, without mercy or compromise.

This was the only life these children had ever known, just pain and guilt and discipline. They had known no other life, and had accepted this treatment as normal, the way children do.

In time these children would become valuable servants of the Emperor, utterly loyal and disciplined, ready to die for their beloved stern Emperor. But they still had many more years to go till then.

All of these children carried terrible guilt for the sins of their parents. All of them welcomed the lash to soothe their guilt, yearned for the lash even, to ease their terrible shame.

Franklin did not move for the whole hour, staying still as a statue in the freezing rain. He savoured the added discomfort of the rain, drew peace from the punishing aspect it caused. He was always at his most peaceful when he suffered, and he silently thanked the Emperor as the heavy rain became stinging hail in the face.

Small sharp hailstones were blasted into his face by the screaming wind, and he felt cleansed by the painful discomfort. His heart felt light as he suffered, keeping the guilt away and just letting him enjoy peace.

Franklin was disappointed when the loud siren rang out to indicate the end of the hour. The children turned together in a single fluid motion and marched along their set route to their next assigned duty.

***...

Franklin Sevenson sat in the bathtub washing himself with soap. The bathtub was full with freezing water, and had ice cubes floating in the water for extra discomfort.

Franklin sighed in deep peace at the agonising cold, savouring the cleansing pain. He methodically washed himself in the set routine, not deviating in a single motion. He had done this thousands of times before, didn't even have to think about it.

Today had been fortuitously especially painful because of the weather, but had otherwise been the same as any other day. He had been scourged 3 times, stood at attention in the rain, had prayer vigil, had study, been caned at the routine times, eaten meals, had exercise out in the rain, just the usual routine.

His skin was mostly intact, as the scourging whips were designed to maximise pain without breaking the skin, so that he could keep being punished each day without needing to heal. He was daily given medicine to stop him getting sick, and nothing broke his routine of peaceful chastisement.

Franklin finished washing and sat at attention in the bathtub, enjoying the biting pain it caused. He felt an especially terrible pain now ever since his testicles had descended, biting deep into this sensitive area, making it shrink with painful force.

Something about the pain to this area was especially peaceful, pleasant almost...

With utter horror Franklin suddenly discovered that he had an erection! Dread filled his heart and he desperately willed it to go down!

Franklin blushed crimson with shame. This was so shameful!

The water was ice cold and should have stopped this sort of thing from even being possible. His testicles were shrunk so small that they felt like they were being crushed in a vice. The pain in his testicles was excruciating, but for some reason this pain was giving him an erection!

Franklin immediately called for assistance, he needed to stop this right now.

One of the orphanage nuns came to him asking "what is it Franklin?"

"I have a sinful erection!" Franklin explained with utter shame.

The nun looked down at his penis and recoiled in disgust.

"Filthy boy! Stand up at attention right now!" The nun exclaimed in outrage.

Franklin instantly stood at attention, hands behind his back. His penis was standing stiffly erect, refusing to go down!

The nun walked out and returned a minute later with a cane. Franklin didn't move.

The nun swatted the head of his penis with shocking force, wracking Franklin with pain. To Franklin's horror the erection simply became harder!

The nun swatted it again and again, but it engorged even more!

Franklin desperately willed it to go down, but some intense feeling of inevitability was growing inside his penis!

The nun swatted it so hard that she broke the cane and Franklin felt a feeling of intense pleasure, and something was pushed out of his penis by unstoppable muscle contractions!

The nun screamed in outrage and Franklin was horrified with himself! What had he just done!

***...