Chapter 28
The slaves listened to Octavia's advice, it was cold comfort.
They wanted to scream abuse at her but they knew that it would have extremely painful consequences, so they didn't dare.
Georgina instead was wiser and drank in Octavia's wisdom.
This woman had climbed to near the top by pure luck, but she had climbed even higher by building relationships and being a flawless slave.
She was from some backwater planet where being a slave was seen as being adopted into the owners family. She had picked up their odd barely understandable dialect and seemed to be absorbing their culture rapidly.
This woman had never tried to escape and had utterly refused the very idea when some ex boyfriend tried to talk her into running away.
She actually found the slaves' escape attempt to be deeply shameful and talked about it to them very gently, fearing to rub in a terrible shame they were carrying.
She had also never disobeyed orders, even really fucked up orders that she had intense objections to. She was simply culturally compelled to obey her owners.
She didn't need chains and locks to keep her enslaved, she was more utterly enslaved in her own mind by her cultural beliefs about slavery than any physical thing ever could.
She spoke about her owners family as if it was her family and she trusted her owners completely.
Given all of these behaviours it is very little surprise that her owners dropped their guard around her completely.
Octavia's master skills were the art of begging and her skills at emotionally bonding with the right people.
Octavia knew exactly how to beg in such a way that she didn't challenge the authority of her owners but in such a way that she got results. She had a very expressive face and had mastered the use of puppy dog eyes and communicating her pain non verbally.
She was able to broadcast just the right body language at just the right time to make others feel empathy for her. She was not remarkably attractive but she was so good at making her owners emotionally invested in her that she didn't need to be.
Octavia prattled on and on about all sorts of things that they might need to know. Georgina decided that Octavia was a very valuable ally to have and went out of her way to try and befriend her.
***...
Octavia was quite happy but also felt sad for the poor slaves. They were not coping well with their new life.
Octavia told them stories and shared all the advice she could think of to help them.
She knew from experience how hard it was to be a new slave and also a rape survivor. She did have very deep empathy for them.
The poor things were all naked without any possessions at all. They were all women and there were about 30 of them.
Most of them were very hostile towards her for some reason, but Georgina was being very friendly to her.
Wendy and Talon reentered the room. Wendy busily cleaned while Talon beat her and shouted abuse.
"Oi tickle bitch, get over here", Talon ordered Octavia.
Octavia flooded with excitement and ran over to her new owners.
Talon predictably tickled Octavia and she quickly dropped to the floor laughing. Talon multi tasked, flogging Wendy with one hand and tickling Octavia with the other.
Octavia wanted more and remembered that Talon had promised an extra hour of punishment today.
"Mistress Talon *laughter* you promised me *laughter* an extra hour *laughter* of punishment", Octavia reminded her.
"Oh yeah, VERY good girl, thanks for reminding me. Get up and lock your wrists in the hanging ceiling cuffs, I will be over soon to punish you", Talon told her.
Octavia flushed with pleasure and desperate anticipation and went over to the hanging cuffs.
The hanging cuffs were padded handcuffs hanging from the ceiling on long chains. Octavia adjusted her underwear and tube top and then stretched her arms up to reach the cuffs.
Her arms were slightly longer than they needed to be to reach the cuffs with her feet flat on the floor. The cuffs were designed for Wendy's height.
Octavia put her wrists in the cuffs and closed them snugly with a click. Her armpits were totally exposed. She tugged on the cuffs but couldn't pull her arms down to protect her armpits or body.
The slaves were all looking at her with shocked expressions. They could not believe that she enthusiastically reminded Talon to punish her for an extra hour.
After a while of terrible anticipation Talon picked up a bottle and a paint brush and stood in front of Octavia.
Talon held up the bottle for Octavia to see, she went pale when she recognised it.
"Itching solution! Please not that", Octavia begged.
Talon ignored her pleaded and opened the bottle. Talon dipped the brush into the bottle and then liberally painted the substance all over Octavia's armpits.
The stuff instantly started to itch maddeningly and Octavia squirmed trying to reach the itch to no avail.
Talon set up an alarm clock to ring in one hours time.
Talon told the slaves, "unless it's a life or death emergency you are not to attempt to free her wrists, wash the stuff off or attempt to scratch any itch on her body. Any who do this will join her fate".
The slaves all agreed obediently.
Octavia went crazy trying to reach her armpits.
The solution stuck fast to her skin and she couldn't flick it off. It caused the most unbelievable itch and she was frantic to reach it. But it was no use!
Octavia groaned in discomfort and said Haroldy swear words.
"It's a punishment after all, you are not supposed to enjoy it", Talon reminded her.
"Yes Mistress Talon! This will be a hellish hour", Octavia wailed submissively.
Soon Talon and Wendy left the room to do chores in other rooms.
Octavia had no choice but to endure the unendurable itching. The slaves were all looking at her.
"Why did you remind her", one of the slaves asked her.
"Well I was hoping that she would tickle me for an hour! This is a million times worse! But I still would have reminded her, she is both my girlfriend and my owner", Octavia explained.
Octavia desperately tried to bite her armpits but couldn't reach.
"Do you want us to scratch you", a slave asked her.
"I would be lying if I said it wasn't tempting, but you mustn't! I'm being punished and I have to suffer it like a good slave", Octavia said.
Octavia wailed slightly in aggravation. The itching was getting worse and worse over time!
"What did you even do to earn punishment", a slave asked her.
"It's a bad habit I have, I keep calling upon the name of the emperor of the imperium as an exclamation when something shocks me. I get away with it in private but in public it is forbidden", Octavia said and continued.
"Today when I saw the cages you lived in, it reminded me of when I was in such a cage and I said an exclamation to the emperor in public"
"The worship of the emperor is technically illegal here and Talon is trying to protect me by training this habit out of me", Octavia said
Octavia's eyes were watering now, the itch was reaching critical levels.
"This is a very strict punishment for such an offence", a slave exclaimed.
"I deserve this, it's a terrible habit that could get me into trouble one day. I need her to be firm and strict with me until I learn", Octavia said unhappily.
"Do you enjoy your life here, I mean really enjoy your life here on this ship with your armpits itching and unable to talk naturally", asked a slave frankly.
Octavia was taken aback by this question. She tried to think through the itching for a full answer.
"Ah that's a really big question and I can't think straight with this itch", Octavia replied.
"So you are not happy", the slave said
"I am on the whole, right this second I'm itchy but usually I am happy", Octavia said
Octavia desperately tried to reach her armpits with her feet the way the human MA7 was able to, but she just didn't have the flexibility.
Octavia jumped up and down in frustration, trying to pull herself up on the cuffs so that she could bend her arms enough to at least rub the spot by closing her armpits.
It was useless, she just wasn't strong enough.
Octavia just hung there defeated.
"How long has it been on the alarm clock so far", she asked the other slaves.
"It's been 20 minutes so far, you have 40 minutes left", a slave told her.
"Oh Emperor! Shit! I mean oh shit! Oh why is this so hard", Octavia wailed.
"You are really enjoying this", a slave asked her.
"Right now? Of course I'm not! I'm so itchy that I want to cry. This itching solution is worse than that itching powder. The solution soaks into the skin and gets steadily more itchy over time! I will be in tears soon", Octavia snapped irritatedly
"Why did you volunteer to be her Slave, I mean she is torturing you", the slave insisted.
"I'm extremely happy to be her slave, it's only bad right now because I am being punished. In 40 minutes she will wash my armpits clean and be back to tickling me the way I enjoy. Tonight I will sleep in our owners bed and be given wonderful sex", Octavia said and continued.
"After the sex they cuddle and talk and it's so wonderful. In the morning Mistress Talon tickles me awake and Wendy makes me breakfast. I spend a few hours in the morning having sex with Talon and then I go and visit my friends and my baby"
Octavia grimaced at the building itch and kept talking to take her mind off it.
"I have been a bed slave for 3 different owners, and this so far is the best it has ever been. You don't even want to know the fucked up things the Daemon Princess did to me when I was HER bed slave!"
"Oh by all that is holy! You were a bed slave to that terrible creature", a bunch of the slaves exclaimed.
"Hey! Don't call her a terrible creature! That is someone I love deeply", Octavia exclaimed angrily and continued.
"Yes I was her bed slave once, only for a single night. It was wonderful in some ways, I'm talking truly mind blowing sex, but it was far too rough for me. She did stuff that I didn't even think was physically possible"
"And my original owner Luke, the chaos space marine commander, he was even worse. Luke used to kill all his bed slaves. He would rape them for a few hours and then start mutilating them during sex until they died."
"He then fucked the dead bodies and just chucked them on the floor. I'm the only bed slave in history to ever survive Luke Sevenson. He is a serial killer, he must have rape murdered 10,000 women over the past 300 years"
The slaves made shocked noises and seemed to have more sympathy for Octavia after that.
"Believe me, it can get a lot worse than itchy armpits and excessive tickling! For the first time as a bed slave I am actually happy. I feel incredibly thankful", Octavia told them.
"Have you always been a prostitute", asked one of the more foolish slaves.
Octavia took offence at this and shouted at her.
Finally she calmed down and answered the underlying question about her job history.
"On Harold's Reach I was a farmer and villager, I did all sorts of odd tasks. Since coming here I was a bed slave, then a Childcare worker, then an unskilled maintenance technician for about a year, then I did repair work for a while"
"After that I and 20,000 other women were forced to date the crew of a captured imperial ship to corrupt them to chaos"
"On that ship I met Otto and for a while I was just Otto's girlfriend. I had my brief stint as MA7's bed slave during this time as well. But Otto was really toxic for me and I started dating Talon on the side a while back"
"Otto got jealous and raped me until I broke up with him. My former roommates and best friends forced him to leave at gun point"
"Then for a while I was just Talon's unemployed girlfriend and living with my roommates"
"But my roommates just got married yesterday and need privacy, so I spent the night here and we 3 all got to talking."
"We talked about them buying me as a bed slave and I wanted that. I already was having sex with them both anyway and I didn't want to just be mooching off them"
"I now have an official job that I love with owners that I adore and have never been happier. I hope that I live my entire life as their bed slave, it really is so wonderful", Octavia said blissfully.
"But what about us, will it be wonderful for us", another slave asked.
"I will make sure that you are treated fairly", came Talon's voice over a speaker hidden in the ceiling.
The slaves all flinched in terror
"Mistress Talon? Where are you Mistress", Octavia asked in surprise.
"I'm in the kitchen supervising as slut prepares our dinner, I have connected my portable Vox phone to the apartment security sensors. I'm glad that you are so happy my love, I love you Octavia", Talon's voice said.
Octavia felt fantastic despite her itching and said, "I love you so much too Talon, I am yours forever".
***...
The slaves shifted uncomfortably as the bed slave and the boss owner proclaimed passionate love for each other.
It was just so weird!
The poor bed slave was obviously frantically itching to the point of madness but was such a total slave that she didn't want to be anywhere else.
The bed slave was obviously bat shit crazy, and that was bad news for them as she was their only mentor.
The bed slave eventually got too itchy to carry on a conversation any longer and then broke down in tears, weeping that she was itchy.
It was pitiful watching her cry and beg to be scratched, but with Talon watching they didn't dare to help Octavia, all terrified of joining her fate.
Octavia went crazy tugging on her chains until she was exhausted and then just hung limply from the chains, too tired to make a sound.
Finally, long after the poor girl was completely broken down, the alarm clock rang and Octavia frantically found the strength to scream for Talon to come.
Talon sauntered in and smiled sadistically at the bed slave.
"Have you learned your lesson now Octavia", Talon asked her.
"I need more discipline before I learn fully", Octavia admitted to her.
"It will take time, but you will eventually get there. You have a very good attitude about it", Talon told her.
"Please stop the itching Mistress Talon", Octavia begged
Talon walked to a shelf and came back with a different bottle and brush. Talon painted the new substance on Octavia's armpits and she moaned in satisfaction.
"Oh that antidote is heavenly, Mistress Talon", Octavia said blissfully.
Talon then injected Octavia with something and she recovered her strength.
Talon then tickled Octavia till she wet herself and finally unchained her. Octavia removed her disgusting bikini bottom and cleaned herself up.
The slaves were commanded to clean up the urine puddle on the floor and to wash Octavia's bikini bottom.
Talon led Octavia off to the dinning room to eat.
The slaves huddled together in fear. They were all naked and afraid.
A while later Talon led Wendy and Octavia to the magnificent bathroom and the 3 women presumably bathed. The slaves stood outside the bathroom door apprehensively.
From the noises inside it was clear that the 3 women were having sex with each other as much as they were bathing.
They came out in towels and Wendy put the washing away to do in the morning.
The slaves were told to follow the 3 women to the bedroom and stay there until given permission to leave. They followed, fearing being forced to join the lesbian lovemaking.
In the bedroom the 3 women got ready for bed. Octavia was naked with her hands cuffed behind her back, and Wendy and Talon were totally naked.
The slaves watched them have a massive threesome with each other. Octavia seemed to be good at her job and gave both owners screaming orgasms with her mouth.
The pair in turn tickled Octavia terribly and gave her many orgasms.
Finally it was over and the 3 snuggled blissfully in a heap, kissing softly.
"Tell me about my new slaves Talon", Wendy said suddenly, speaking with authority for the first time.
One by one each slave was commanded to crawl up to Wendy on the massive bed for a full inspection.
Wendy was terrifyingly efficient and rapidly got to the point.
She assessed them all and assigned them all roles and typed it all down on a data device under her pillow.
The slaves were then dismissed for the night and went off to sleep in the various bondage beds.
***...
Labia walked to the door of Wendy's apartment hand in hand with her wife Candy. Labia rang the doorbell.
A strange slave answered the door and asked them their business. They told the naked woman who they were and she summoned another slave to check with Talon if they could enter.
They were shown in a moment later and directed to one of the dungeons where Talon was tormenting a hysterically laughing Octavia who was bound spread eagle on a bondage bed.
"Octavia", they squealed and ran up and hugged her joyfully.
Octavia proudly directed their gaze to her new slave brands and they both admired them.
"How is married life", Octavia asked them.
"It's perfect", Candy said blissfully.
"It's wonderful, so perfect", Labia agreed, "how is life as a bed slave?"
"Extremely ticklish", Octavia said giggling, "I have hardly stopped laughing since 4 am this morning, I love it!"
Candy playfully blew a massive raspberry on Octavia's belly, making her squeal with laughter.
"What's with the welcoming committee", Labia asked, referring to the slaves at the door way.
"Mark is hiding from his squad again with us, he doesn't want to get his hair cut again", Talon explained.
"I thought he was a she, and she preferred to be called Mary", Candy asked.
"I do", came an extremely deep voice from a doorway.
From it emerged the massive bulk of a space marine, wearing a bright floral dress, with long hair and heavy feminine make up.
***...
Cartel chaos space marine neophyte Mark Sevenson cautiously joined the women in many times great grandma Wendy's dungeon.
Great Grandma Talon was always a great person to go to to seek temporary sanctuary.
Mark knew of a number of female relatives who would help her when she needed to get away for a while.
Mark was one of the older generation of cartel youth and had been old enough to no longer be at the cartel nursery at the time of the massacre that killed all the children.
As a biological male cartel member, Mark was guaranteed from birth to become a space marine and was about to graduate to full battle brother in a few days time.
The problem was that Mark's entire heart and soul was female. Mark was transgender and preferred to use female pronouns and wanted to be called Mary.
Mary's long hair was very important to her and made her feel more feminine. The cartel wanted her to get a crew cut for graduation but Mary was not going to let them.
Mary planned to hide until a few minutes before graduation so that she didn't have time for a haircut before she was due to be at the ceremony.
"Mary!", Candy squealed delighted and ran to hug her. Mary smiled.
Mary was a lesbian and had a bit of a crush on Candy. Mary had slept with Candy a few times and it had been really fun.
Mary joined the other women on the bondage bed. The bed creaked under Mary's weight as she sat on it.
Mary picked a a long purple feather and gently stroked Octavia's armpit, causing satisfyingly intense laughter.
Octavia objected to both the timing of the tickle when she was trying to talk to her friends and to the fact that a space marine was doing it.
Mary was mortified and stopped. The no space marines rule offended her. Octavia noticed and apologised, she was having trouble getting used to Mary's gender identity.
Labia and Candy gave Mary a cuddle until she calmed down.
The women then resumed their conversation.
Candy was very happy with her new wife, much to Mary's jealousy, and said that marriage agreed with her.
Candy and Labia said that they were going to try to get pregnant and would stop using birth control after their next cycle started.
Mary offered to help them with this so that the child would be favoured by the cartel. The two wives were elated by this offer and gratefully agreed.
Labia made arrangements for Mary to fuck both of them every time each of them ovulated.
Labia talked about wanting to improve her education, she wanted to get an apprenticeship with the tech priests of the dark Mechanicum.
This was apparently extremely difficult to get. It would cost her a massive bribe to even be considered for the position and even then the level of study required would be immense.
Labia humbly asked Talon to ask Wendy if there was anything she could do to get Labia a student position in the Dark Mechanicum.
Talon immediately rang Wendy about it.
Wendy put MA7 on the line in a conference call about the question. MA7 then called the tech priests on the Crucible of Starvation and added them to the conference call.
The tech priests listened to the request and assessed Labia's files. They confirmed that Labia exceeded the minimum IQ requirement and aptitude for the position and that it was possible.
MA7 told them to do it. The tech priests asked about the tuition fees and study time tables and a bunch of other things.
After a lot of discussion everything was sorted out and Labia was enrolled in a part time apprenticeship to become a tech priest.
Before she hung up, MA7 said, "I can hear Mark's twin heartbeat over the Vox phone. Stop hiding and get back to your squad"
"I don't want to cut my hair", Mary told her.
"It will grow back, it just needs to be short for graduation, it's tradition", MA7 insisted.
***...
Labia, Candy and Octavia left Wendy's place excitedly. Octavia was accompanied by three naked slaves, hand maidens assigned to assist her.
The naked slaves huddled together in fear, remembering being raped in the corridors of the Kilimanjaro. But apart from the occasional grope, the crowd around them left them alone.
Octavia and the wives chatted happily catching up and talking like old friends.
The 6 of them were headed for the Dark Mechanicum cathedral deep in the engineering decks for Labia's enrolment.
Labia was jubilant with excitement and promised Candy that she would not replace her body parts with bionics any more than absolutely necessary for her work.
Candy was proud as punch of her clever wife! Everyone knew that only geniuses became tech priests!
"I'm not technically a genius, I'm only 150 IQ, a true genius is higher than that", Labia pointed out
Candy didn't care about technicalities and maintained that Labia was a genius.
Octavia was a buzz of happiness. She was still buzzing from the endorphin rush of all the morning tickling she had received and was almost manic in her cheerfulness.
Octavia couldn't seem to stop talking, a side effect of the hormone rush. The wives didn't mind but the hand maidens were getting tired of it.
The slaves were still in shock over their new lives and had not recovered yet. They really just wanted some peace and quiet and maybe a long nap.
Still, they were very VERY relieved to be able to get away from Talon, and an overly talkative bed slave was preferable to their brutal owner forcing them to do discipline training!
"I will ask Talon and Wendy about getting you some clothes soon", Octavia told the slaves. This cheered them up somewhat.
The group entered the cathedral and peered around in wonder. It was a high tech workshop full of automated machines and automated assembly lines.
Servitors were everywhere, performing tasks on machinery and performing religious rituals.
A security servitor scanned them and then spoke in a monotonous machine voice from a speaker system embedded in its head.
"6 human females, All identified. 4 are slaves of senior administrator Wendy Sevenson, here on unknown business. 1 is apprentice tech priest Labia Johnson, clearance granted. 1 is Candy Johnson, wife of apprentice tech priest Labia Johnson"
"Limited clearance granted to spouses and family of apprentice tech priests, Candy Johnson you are granted limited clearance to all low security areas of Mechanicum facilities".
"Octavia Sevenson, registered head slave of senior administrator Wendy Sevenson, state your business with the Mechanicum"
The group paused, unsure how to respond to this mindless creature.
"Octavia and her 3 fellow slaves are accompanying me and Candy", Labia told the servitor.
"Processing, guests of apprentice tech priests are not authorised to enter without permission of..." The servitor went on to give a complete policy description that irritated everyone.
Labia told the servitor to summon a tech priest and the servitor mindlessly obeyed.
The priest that eventually came was a nightmare of machine parts, with only a few scraps of human flesh remaining. The priest still had part of a human face, enough for facial expressions. The current facial expression was amusement.
The tech priest asked them their business and Octavia replied that she was here as moral support for Labia.
The tech priest Vox called Wendy and informed her that 4 of her slaves were requesting access to the Dark Mechanicum cathedral on the Crucible of Starvation. The tech priest told Wendy the names of the slaves and everything that had been said.
Wendy gave them clearance and the 4 slaves were given limited clearance.
