The Imperial Orphan

by MA7

Captured alive by the Inquisition from his depraved heretic parents as a newborn, Chaos Lord's son Franklin Sevenson was deemed young enough to be uncorrupted and sent to an orphanage dedicated to the children of such sinful parents. Now 12 years old, Franklin struggles with the horrors of his unclean past, as his filthy bloodline seeks to corrupt him from the Emperor's light.

120. Chapter 120

Chapter 120(Orphan)

(Trigger warning, grim-dark as fuck).

Maya Janowska the tickle slave screamed shrilly as another tyranid ripper scuttled up out of the toilet!

"Potts!", Maya screamed in a panic, so utterly afraid!

A laser beam from Potts' lasgun suddenly put a hole in the tiny monster's head, and it rolled over dead!

Maya looked yet again at the bathroom door, but then looked at all the Security Guardsmen fighting rippers between herself and the safety of the door!

Maya was trapped!

It had all happened so quickly.

Maya and Potts had been in this Security Guardsmen barracks bathroom with other couples on their floor, sharing together all their surplus water rations to fill the bottom of a bathtub, so that all of them could take it in turns bathing in the water to try to improve their terrible hygiene.

The next thing they all knew, tyranid rippers just started scuttling out of every single toilet!

Maya and the other girls were all trapped in a corner as far away as possible from the scary monsters, as the men shot at the terrifying things! The only door was near all the monsters, the girls couldn't flee!

Girls screamed as yet more monsters climbed out of the toilets, hysterically pointing at them for their men to do something!

The men were all naked for the bath, had had their weapons sitting on the floor nearby, the men had scrambled for their guns only just in time to kill the horrible bugs, but they just kept coming out of the toilet no matter how many were killed!

The bathroom was arranged in a long rectangle, open without any privacy cubicles, with the sinks and only entrance door at one end and the tiled bathing area at the other end. The bathing area where Maya currently cowered had lines of bathtubs and overhead showers, with a drier area of towel racks and clothes hooks and sitting benches set aside for dressing and undressing. Along both long walls near the entrance were rows of stainless steel toilets, as mentioned without any privacy cubicles around them.

And out of every single toilet scuttled a never ending line of rippers!

Gunfire blazed with red laser beams as the women's boyfriends frantically gunned the creatures down, the entire room was littered with ripper corpses, but they just kept coming as quickly as they could be killed!

The men were chivalrously standing between danger and the girls, keeping the panicking girls safe. The girls themselves were pressed against one corner of the far wall in a frightened mass, loudly screaming for help.

Maya and the other girls squealed with involuntary laughter even as they screamed for help, as their tight jostling and bumping tickled each other's hypersensitive skin terribly, ticklish to the point of disability even in this emergency situation! By Slaanesh this was not a good time to be disabled by laughter!

Maya was being jostled on all sides by elbows and arms and bodies, her entire body flinching like an electric shock from each slight touch, her jumpy reflexive flinching jostling her into other girls, tickling those girls in turn and making those girls flinch just like Maya. The entire panicked huddle of girls was caught in a vicious cycle of frantic jumpy jostling, rapidly tickling themselves to exhaustion and increasing their panic even more!

"Grab your carbines girls! Shoot them!", a Security Guardsman shouted urgently.

The girls all hesitated, all waiting for another girl to be the first one to take the initiative, and the jumpy panicked mass did not move from the corner towards the carbines laying on the floor.

"Girls! Get your guns now!"

The girls were too scared to obey, Maya included, their panic was too strong.

The men cursed as the women refused to move from their tight defensive huddle, and redoubled their efforts to keep the hapless girls safe from the rippers, firing frantically.

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and more Security Guardsmen burst in, these ones clothed and armoured, ready for combat.

The newcomers focused their fire on the toilet bowls, gunning down every new ripper that emerged, filling the floor around the bowls with twitching ripper bodies. With the supply of new rippers contained, the naked Security Guardsmen made short work of the remaining rippers in the room.

The slave girls were far too hysterically frightened to make any move from their corner to flee, and just endured their jostling with a lot of laughter, refusing to move.

The gunfire just continued on and on for minutes, all of the men were firing on the toilet emergers now, and the men were reloading their weapons at an alarming rate, running out of power packs!

The men grabbed up the girls disused carbines as their own weapons started running dry, firing off the carbines in semi automatic mode to save this last remaining ammunition!

Dead rippers that fell down into the toilet bowls were simply pushed back out, (partially eaten), by the endless upwelling of new rippers out of the toilet pipes! Nothing could stop or block the flow!

The floor was piled up high with ripper corpses, but they just kept coming eternally!

Titillatrix daemonettes suddenly burst into the room, looks of frantic overprotectiveness on their beautiful faces, long needle teeth bared in terrible threat at the rippers for threatening their beloved playthings.

The titillatrix daemonettes snarled with terrible infernal rage, and charged at the toilets with truly astonishing speed.

They reached the toilets instantly, long elegant daggers a blur of motion too fast for Maya to see, that left rippers minced apart in their wake!

Some titillatrices minced up emerging rippers as others frantically dug away the ripper corpses around the toilet bowls, hurling bodies away to expose the metal toilet buried beneath.

Pausing and seeming to listen for exactly the right moment, the digging titillatrices stabbed their pair of daggers right through the down-pipe in the metal toilet bowls, barring the pipe with their blades!

The eternal swarm of rippers suddenly stopped, the toilet pipes completely barred by the embedded blades stabbing right through them!

Every mortal in the room let out loud gasps and sighs of relief!

"Our blades are composed of our own substance and cannot be left embedded indefinitely, a more permanent solution is required," one of the titillatrices informed the mortals in a stressed sounding sensual female voice.

"Should we weld metal over the toilets?", one of the clothed Security Guardsmen offered in suggestion.

"Eventually yes, but for now a far... Crueler, solution will provide some fine sport," a different titillatrix replied with sudden inspiration.

"Sister?", the other titillatrices asked this titillatrix curiously.

"Gluttony! Greed! Fatten up the rippers in the pipe! Plug the pipe with their fattened bodies!", the titillatrix replied with sadistic glee.

The other titillatrices all laughed with cruel delight.

All the titillatrices who were not busily holding daggers through toilet pipes got to work butchering the ripper corpses, filleting meat and collecting only the fattiest morsels.

They then returned to the toilets and dropped the fatty morsels into the bowls, reaching down with a slender arm to push this fatty meat all the way around the pipe bend to where the daggers barred the way.

"Yes little glutton, lick my fingers clean, swallow every delicate morsel!", a titillatrix laughed a cruel mocking laugh with her arm down a toilet.

The titillatrices stuffed more and more high fat meat down the toilets, and it was apparent that the rippers stopped by the daggers were enthusiastically eating this meat.

"Don't stop eating yet fat one, you can eat more, ignore the agony of that tightening pipe," a titillatrix laughed cruelly, stuffing more fat down a toilet.

Maya was honestly surprised and a little sickened by just how much fatty meat the titillatrices stuffed down the toilets, anything eating all that must now be fat in the extreme!

The titillatrices with daggers through pipes all gracefully removed their daggers.

"Aw, what's the matter little gluttons, too fat for the pipe?, Are you stuck?, Is the narrow pipe causing your obese body unendurable agony?," titillatrices mocked the rippers with huge cruel grins on their sadistic faces.

The titillatrices turned to regard the mortals in the room.

"Those little fatties are not going anywhere for the rest of their agony filled lives, and certainly not before mortals get around to welding the toilet closed at their leisure", the mortals were informed.

Maya and the other girls all cheered with wonderful relief.

Pink light briefly pulsed around the heads of the titillatrices, their method of long range communication with others of their kind.

"All of our titillatrix sisters have been informed of this deliciously cruel solution to block the pipes," one titillatrix informed the mortals.

"Wait, how many other toilets have monsters coming out!?", Maya asked worriedly.

"ALL of the toilets my most ticklish paramour," the titillatrix told her fondly.

Maya panicked immediately, weakly running towards the titillatrices as fast as her atrophied muscles could move her, almost slipping over on piles of dissected meat. The nearest titillatrix held out her gore stained arms in an open hug to Maya, and Maya weakly hurled herself into the daemon's arms, wanting her beloved titillatrix "shepherds" to protect her from harm.

All of the other girls likewise fled into the reassuring arms of titillatrices, feeling safest under the care of their neverborn admirers. The poor boyfriends and other men were left completely abandoned by the women, the titillatrices being the girls' automatic go-to in emergency situations.

Maya cuddled against the six breasted front of the titillatrix she had gone to, feeling so safe and reassured.

"Exquisite inamorata, is your most ticklish flesh harmed?", the titillatrix fussed romantically.

Maya just shook her head as she snuggled into the reassuring six breasted front of the titillatrix, heart pounding hard from her panic as the titillatrix fussed and tutted over her.

The titillatrix did not wrap its own arms around Maya, sadly ordered not to tickle her, but did make a lot of soothing and reassuring noises in a wonderfully calming tone, and Maya felt the stress and fear supernaturally bleed out of her as the soothing noises continued.

Potts was left behind completely forgotten, all the boyfriends were. The titillatrices were the girls' "first loves", the ones who had spent years sadistically "romancing" these girls, the men simply couldn't compete.

Maya gradually soothed right down to complete calmness in the comforting presence of her titillatrix "shepherd", and just snuggled warmly against the delicious bare skin of the beautiful immortal.

"Calm now dearest one?", the titillatrix enquired with romantic tenderness.

Maya wrapped her arms around its neck in response and passionately kissed the titillatrix on the lips, loving it utterly.

The titillatrix warmly received the kiss, moaning softly in utter bliss, and Maya felt so utterly smitten that she could not stop kissing for some time.

"That was exquisite my love," the titillatrix purred softly and romantically when Maya finally finished the heavy kissing.

"I'm completely wet now", Maya whispered in desire to the titillatrix.

"I know you are beloved, I wish so badly to be freed from my burdensome orders to make love to you right now," the titillatrix replied in a soft voice that ached with deep romanticism.

Maya nodded in disappointed understanding, and simply resumed heavily kissing the delicious titillatrix. Other slave girls were getting similarly intimate with their own titillatrices.

"Ah, romantic as I am sure this moment is, the building is still in danger," Security Guardsman Potts delicately interrupted, he and the other men now fully clothed.

"Every toilet in the building is now secured by our sisters, the attack is over at least for the moment," Maya's titillatrix replied without even turning her romantic face from Maya's intimately close face.

Every mortal in the room sighed with relief.

"We had better clean up this mess and get some steel welded over those toilets," another Security Guardsman said in the background as Maya gazed transfixed into the face of the titillatrix.

"Yes yes, run along you pesky sexual rivals, we can protect our ticklish paramours without you," one of the titillatrices dismissed the men absentmindedly, utterly enraptured by the tickle slave in its embrace.

"This way inamoratas, to the clean floor by your bathtub, you must get cleaned up," the titillatrices herded the girls, corralling them to the perfectly clean far end of the bathing area next to their shallowly filled bathtub.

The girls calmly obeyed their daemonic shepherds, standing on the clean tiles with their gore stained feet.

"This tyranid blood on your feet is quite toxic to fragile mortals, so, alas, we must be sure and scrub you clean to obey our orders to protect your lives. Such a pity that this will tickle a bit...", the titillatrices told the girls with mischievous twinkling in their eyes.

Maya cheered with joy, all the girls did, and they all eagerly sat on the floor with their bare feet facing the titillatrices!

Yes!

"To avoid contaminating the bath water, we shall be regrettably forced to clean you with our tongues, can't be too careful with toxins now can we..."

Maya gasped with joy and sang loud praises to Slaanesh as her titillatrix extended an extremely long wet tongue.

Maya was then howling with wonderful tortured laughter as the titillatrix began licking the bottom of her feet!

Maya's brain blazed with perfect colour as the titillatrix held her down with supernatural strength and excessively tortured her.

All of the drab black and white vanished away like a bad dream, and Maya was suddenly back in heaven as though the tyranid invasion had never happened.

The most indescribable joy and peace filled her mind as she was tortured, her mouth screaming with tormented laughter even as her mind relaxed in the ultimate ecstasy.

Maya was back home, back where she belonged, back in the world of colour.

The titillatrix was ruthlessly taking advantage of this pretext to "clean" Maya of dangerous toxins, licking the same skin over and over again "just to be sure". Maya was deeply amused by the titillatrix so shamelessly bending the rules to milk Maya's laughter.

The hideously tickly tongue licked literally every square millimetre of Maya's external skin, even weird places like her scalp and her hair. Maya could not stop laughing as she was held immobile in the strong grip, her frantically jumpy ticklish body unable to escape.

The titillatrix licked its own skin clean as well in between licking Maya, but seemed to take far less time getting its own skin spotlessly clean, deliberately tickling Maya as much as it could get away with!

The titillatrix then briefly returned its tongue into its mouth, and seemed to suck all the toxins off its tongue, poking its tongue out again completely clean now.

"Some of the toxins may have entered your loins my beloved, I had better clean them just in case", the titillatrix purred naughtily.

Maya nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

The titillatrix then proceeded to eat Maya out!

Maya had just finished squirting for the sixth time in a row when they were interrupted by a deliberately loud throat clearing, and she turned her orgasmic face to see a rather irritated looking Mistress Wendy standing in the bathroom...

"Just cleaning the tyranid toxins off your slaves Mistress Wendy," the titillatrices lied shamelessly with adorable pure cheek.

"Indeed...", Mistress Wendy replied dryly.

Maya's heavenly colour evaporated back into hideous drab black and white, as the titillatrix wisely did not continue right in front of Mistress Wendy, and Maya moaned in misery.

Maya recovered very quickly, as she had not been back in colour for long enough to withdraw hard, and Maya lay naked on the floor catching her breath. She wasn't on duty right now so was allowed to just lay on the floor like this. She was quite amazingly clean all over her naked body now after the titillatrix tongue bath, the cleanest she had been since leaving bondage in fact, titillatrices had a true knack for cleaning their precious playthings.

The room was completely clean now, the bodies removed and some sort of pungent cleaning chemical used to completely clean the floor. Maya hadn't even noticed all the people cleaning the room in her wonderful colour.

The toilets all had plate steel welded over the bowls, but Maya hadn't noticed people doing this either in her pleasure haze.

"Do you honestly think I am stupid?", Mistress Wendy was currently telling the titillatrices in response to their feeble excuses. Maya couldn't help but chuckle at this.

Mistress Wendy dismissed the titillatrices back to the ground floor defences with bemused irritation, the titillatrices sadly waved goodbye to the girls before leaving. Maya waved sadly back in farewell.

The delicious clacking sound of Mistress Wendy's metal tipped high heels approached Maya, and Maya looked up submissively to see her owner towering over her.

Mistress Wendy was utterly sublime, especially from this overhead angle, a shiny black ice-leather clad dominatrix of astonishing sex appeal, so absurdly busty that her face was partially obscured above her massive mouth-watering breasts from this view from below.

Maya had caught occasional glimpses of Mistress Wendy since she returned from her long absence to rescue her son Franklin, but never up this close, and all of those sightings had been after Maya left bondage. Maya had seen Mistress Wendy a few times recently, but never up close, and Mistress Wendy had not noticed Maya among the crowds of other girls at these times.

Maya had been up on the roof at the same time as Mistress Wendy a few times, but Mistress Wendy had never gotten close enough on the roof to recognise Maya at these times, and Maya had been too demure to draw Mistress Wendy's attention to her at these times. Maya had had difficulty seeing Mistress Wendy clearly in the staticky vision of Maya's extremely cheap and ugly slave-issue night vision goggles anyway, so hadn't seen her in high detail.

Maya had also been among crowds that Mistress Wendy had addressed in other places, but had been so lost in the crowd that she had barely gotten more than a distant glimpse of her owner.

Now that Mistress Wendy had finally seemed to notice Maya by chance, and moved close enough for Maya to see, Maya was truly astonished as always by Mistress Wendy's radical erotic beauty.

Mistress Wendy had changed little from the old days, her physical youth untouched by years thanks to prolonged time in warp space. Her hair was a bit longer now, and styled slightly differently, but the new hairstyle suited her, making her look even more deliciously dominant than before. More striking was some strange poorly written words that appeared to be scarred into her skin, that was new, she hadn't had that before.

Maya shrugged, maybe it was the result of some arcane Slaaneshi ritual, or maybe it was some sort of decorative body artwork?, Maya personally thought that this unusual scarring did not suit Mistress Wendy, but she would never dream of expressing such an opinion out loud. Mistress Wendy could decorate her own body any way she liked.

The other most obvious thing different was Mistress Wendy's corset.

Maya had been a lesbian submissive even before becoming a tickle slave, and knew all the different types of dominatrix outfits. What Mistress Wendy wore right now was a dominatrix maternity corset, more specifically a lactation maternity corset, designed for heavily lactating dominatrices. The outfit was one of the rarest types of dominatrix corset, as most Dommes were not lactating during most of their life, and those that were lactating rarely lactated SO heavily that they needed a special corset to handle it.

Maya admired the exquisitely well made maternity corset, it was the finest ice-leather, it had the same bulging tight plunging cleavage that Mistress Wendy always loved, the same tiny little waistline, the same complete and utter skin tightness. What was different was the completely transparent nipple cups at the front, the inside of which was tightly stuffed with huge swollen nipples that eternally lactated extremely heavily, and transparent tubes that carried this excessive milk away to six large transparent plastic milk bottles hanging from the bottom of the corset.

All of the rest of Mistress Wendy's outfit was the same iconic style she usually wore, with the spiky shiny black ice-leather arm sleeves that started at the wrists and stopped just before the armpits, the pussy height shiny black ice-leather dominatrix boots with metal tipped stiletto heels, and the iconic back to front G string that "flossed" right between her pussy folds without otherwise hiding a thing.

Mistress Wendy also wore a very narrow leather belt around her otherwise bare hips, from which hung a variety of leashes, chains, handcuffs, and the tightly coiled heavily distorted daemon whip "Torment", which hung from an elongated fastening strap so that it dangled against one booted leg without touching her bare skin.

Mistress Wendy stood right above Maya, booted feet to either side of Maya's chest, facing Maya's head. From this angle Maya saw the underside of colossal swollen tits encased in skintight shiny black leather towering over her, with Mistress Wendy's dominant face peering forward over her huge breasts to regard Maya, with Mistress Wendy's pink mark of Slaanesh glowing sensually with a soft pink erotic light that only added to her dominance.

Maya was completely and instantly wet as she gazed up in submissive worship of her lawful owner, Maya's sudden copious juices running down the line between her legs and down one ass cheek to make a tiny puddle on the floor.

"Maya," Mistress Wendy dominantly said in simple greeting, tilting her busty body right forward to give an intoxicating view of her generous cleavage, offering down a dominant hand for Maya to grab hold of.

Maya hesitantly submissively took her owner's hand, mouth dry with nervous desire, and was pulled up to her feet with astonishing strength as Mistress Wendy suddenly straightened her tilted body whilst also lifting up her arm. Maya's weak legs were instantly unbalanced from this sudden motion as Mistress Wendy let go of Maya's hand, and Maya clumsily staggered into Mistress Wendy's chest to avoid falling over.

Mistress Wendy's strong hands gripped hold of Maya's ribs instantly, squeezing them energetically to tickle her!

Maya squealed with surprised laughter in her owner's grip, not expecting this and unable to get away, and the squeezing fingers kept tormenting her!

Maya was still clumsily pressed against Mistress Wendy's chest, and had no space to even move, laughing hysterically from the terrible squeezing that tortured her!

Maya could barely breathe, gasping with laughter, completely dominated and trapped, utterly unable to escape or find mercy!

Urine exploded involuntarily out of Maya's pussy, dripping all over Mistress Wendy's exalted boots!

Mistress Wendy laughed in cruel delight at Maya's messy incontinence, and mercifully didn't seem to be at all offended by the dampening of her majestic boots.

The squeezing slowed, not stopped, but slowed down enough that Maya could get words out between her now mere periodic flinching squeals, indicating that Mistress Wendy wanted to talk.

"You are even more ticklish than I remember Maya, Blessed Slaanesh has been hard at work reshaping your sensory system I see," Mistress Wendy said conversationally in sadistic delight.

"Yes Mistress Wendy!", Maya submissively squealed with laughter.

"You look well, I haven't seen you in like two years I think. It's been far too long my friend," Mistress Wendy said with warm friendship, still not letting up squeezing Maya's ribs in her unbreakably strong grip.

"I missed you too! It's been too long!", Maya squealed with frantic ticklish laughter.

Mistress Wendy shifted her grip of Maya so that she was standing beside Maya, (on the opposite side from the daemon whip Torment thankfully), with a strong arm gripped around Maya's back to grip hard into her side with three fingers, the fourth finger repeatedly poking into Maya's hideously sensitive side, making her laugh uncontrollably and almost double over reflexively!

Mistress Wendy began walking towards the door with the hard laughing Maya in tow, but then stopped.

Maya looked up curiously in her cackling torment, and saw an eager group of other tickle slaves standing in the way with hopeful expressions on their faces.

"Do you want to tickle me too Mistress Wendy?", the leading girl asked hopefully.

Maya's laughter suddenly lessened to very light giggling as Mistress Wendy lessened her tickling. Mistress Wendy was sneering at the other slave girl.

"What a STUPID question! Do I want to tickle you!?", Mistress Wendy began.

"If I WANTED to tickle you right now you would KNOW because I would BE tickling you right now, wether or not you gave me permission! I would tickle you even if you BEGGED me to stop, I would tickle you as much as I liked!"

"Inversely if I DID NOT want to tickle you right now, I would NOT be tickling you right now!"

"Which am I doing to you right now?", Mistress Wendy asked condescendingly.

The slave woman flushed with humiliation and answered, "you are not tickling me Mistress Wendy."

"And WHY am I not tickling you right now?"

"Because you don't want to Mistress Wendy," the slave said with her head hung in humiliation.

"Very good!", Mistress Wendy said arrogantly.

Maya was still giggling involuntarily from the occasional poke in Mistress Wendy's strong grip, and felt so utterly dominated and submissive right now, turned on so deeply by this sort of deliciously dominant dialogue.

"It's very simple slaves, the way it works is this. I do whatever I want and you get absolutely no say. You don't even have to bother asking or agreeing, I don't need your permission. If I want your bodies I will just take them, and if I don't I won't. All YOU have to do is whatever I tell you and endure absolutely everything I do to you, you don't need to use any initiative," Mistress Wendy dominantly said with arrogant sadistic glee.

Every tickle slave in the room, including Maya, shuddered in blissful submission at these wonderful words from the lesbian dominatrix, that was so HOT!

Mistress Wendy then simply continued walking with Maya in tow, and the other girls respectfully got out of Mistress Wendy's way.

Maya exploded into a fresh fit of laughter as the poking got faster than ever, and doubled right over, weak hands clutching desperately and futilely at Mistress Wendy's impossibly strong probing digit!

Mistress Wendy simply half carried half dragged Maya out of the room, not even saying where they were going, and Maya could do precisely nothing to stop her, feeling submissive as shit right now.

"It's so good to see you again Maya", Mistress Wendy said conversationally as Maya just laughed hysterically.

"You don't have to try to reply if you are too busy laughing, I understand," Mistress Wendy added dominantly when Maya couldn't get a word out through her laughter.

"I have been wanting to talk to you, but couldn't quite be bothered trying to find you among the mass of girls everywhere. Today I just got lucky and ran into you," Mistress Wendy said conversationally as Maya just kept screaming with laughter from her badly tickled side.

"I don't know what shift you are, but that doesn't matter, my will outranks any duty roster you are on and I want to spend a bit of time with you. You will not get a flogging for missing your shift at my pleasure," Mistress Wendy promised the screaming Maya happily.

"Oh, I forgot to get your carbine. Left it back in the bathroom. No matter, I will get the boys to give you another one later," Mistress Wendy chatted conversationally.

Maya honestly couldn't get a word out, laughing so hard that she could barely breathe!

They reached a stairwell, and Mistress Wendy hoisted the cackling Maya up over one shoulder like a hunk of meat, so that her head was dangling down Mistress Wendy's back, long blonde hair dangling down behind Mistress Wendy's legs!

Mistress Wendy suddenly moved with such astonishing speed that Maya was gripped by incredible G forces, ascending the stairs with great bounds.

They shot up the stairs, and Mistress Wendy's skin got hotter and hotter to the touch, until she seemed to slow down from heat exhaustion, stopping in the stairwell to rest.

"Damn thermodynamics," Mistress Wendy grumbled adorably, putting Maya down beside her, both now sitting together on the stairs.

Mistress Wendy put a hand inside her bulging cleavage, and pulled out a small container of evaporative cooling salve and a tiny handheld electric fan with soft floppy blades.

Mistress Wendy opened the salve container, exposing an oily substance that smelled strongly of intense eucalyptus oil, and smeared this intensely fragrant substance all over every inch of bare skin on her body, filling the air with wonderful fragrance.

Mistress Wendy then turned on the tiny handheld electric fan, which span with surprising speed, and aimed the air flow at the oily substance smeared on her skin.

Mistress Wendy let out an orgasmic moan of relief as the blowing air seemed to very rapidly evaporate away the oily substance, seemingly cooling her overheated body down very quickly.

"Enhanced evaporative cooling, such bliss", Mistress Wendy sighed.

Mistress Wendy put her items back inside her impressive cleavage, and grabbed up Maya over her shoulder again, continuing to ascend the stairs. The skin of her bare shoulders now had an intense chill, deliciously cool on Maya's naked skin.

Maya laughed and giggled as every slight movement tickled her terribly, barely able to focus on the stairwell zipping past.

Mistress Wendy reached the very top of the stairs, her skin getting very hot again, and sat down on the top step with Maya again, cooling herself once more with the fragrant cooling salve and electric fan. Mistress Wendy then carried Maya out of the stairwell into the top floor.

Maya still had absolutely no idea where Mistress Wendy was taking her or why, but after the earlier speech about Mistress Wendy doing whatever she wanted, Maya was afraid to ask a single question. If Mistress Wendy wanted to pick up her own slave and carry them around, that was Mistress Wendy's absolute uncontested right as Maya's owner.

Mistress Wendy entered an airlock just beyond the stairs, letting the airlock cycle, and then entered the hyper-militarised switchback of defensive corridors and armed checkpoints that was the top floor just below the roof.

Mistress Wendy entered an especially large checkpoint, and deposited Maya on her feet standing, and held Maya by the hand, leading her to walk beside her holding hands.

Maya immediately noticed that this checkpoint had a lot of military office furniture set up all around, tables and huge strong chairs, cogitators, logic engines, holographic projectors and other such things, with huge military maps displayed on massive monitors on the walls. Colossal Night Lords in armour manned this space, with some Security Guardsmen and other building personnel attending these Astartes.

It did not take a genius to figure out that this was the much talked about Night Lord command centre in the building, a temporary head quarters that commanded the beleaguered army on this island.

Maya was led by Mistress Wendy right into the middle of the command centre among the Night Lords, and Maya hung her head subserviently around the towering Astartes the way chaos worshipping civilians were want to do.

The Night Lords very respectfully greeted Mistress Wendy with brief low bows and submissive words, but didn't give Maya the naked tickle slave a second glance. Maya was used to this ever since becoming a slave, people just didn't regard her as any sort of threat or as anyone worth talking to, seeing her only as something to fuck and play with when they focused on her at all. There was absolutely nothing unusual about Mistress Wendy bringing a naked plaything with her on a whim, and no one even questioned why Maya was here, simply assuming that Mistress Wendy wanted to fuck Maya, which was what Maya assumed as well.

"So the nids are in the pipes?", a massive Night Lord terminator asked Mistress Wendy conversationally, as though continuing an earlier conversation.

"Yep, the entire sewer line of the building is swarming with them. I inspected a few different bathrooms and everything was the same. Thank Slaanesh the toilets in my own room go to the basement septic tank, my own toilets were not infested!", Mistress Wendy replied animatedly.

"All taken care of now?"

"Every toilet in the building is welded shut with steel plates, all except my own ones of course. I checked all the welds I saw, they are all strong enough to hold the rippers." Mistress Wendy replied.

"Let's hope so, this building will be overrun real quick if any rippers are given the chance to pupate and lay eggs inside," the terminator replied.

Mistress Wendy sighed, "rippers in the toilets, this conflict just gets dirtier and dirtier, what a diabolical tactic!"

"This genestealer cult never ceases to surprise me with the sneaky shit they pull, the most cunning dirty fighting bastards I have ever encountered."

"I shudder to think what they will do next," Mistress Wendy said with a visible shudder.

"So do I, we are going to lose this war if they keep this up. I take it that the casualties from the toilet rippers were high?"

"Not actually as high as you would think, a lot of people got bitten, especially on the ass from sitting on the toilet, but few actually died, the medics detoxified the wounds and administered ripper antivenin in time for most of the people who got bit on the ass. The ass-bitten people ran away and the rippers stopped to eat toilet paper and other edible stuff in the bathrooms, the way rippers do."

"Most of the deaths were from unlucky arterial bites when battle-ready men started engaging the rippers in combat", Mistress Wendy explained.

"Still a devastating blow to morale,"

"Yeah, all my Security Guardsmen are deeply spooked and shaken by this, completely shattered all feelings of security offered by this building. This attack has succeeded in its primary goal of destroying morale." Mistress Wendy agreed grimly.

Maya shuddered involuntarily at these terrible words, and her slight movement seemed to draw the attention of both speakers.

"Look who I found in one of the bathrooms,"

"A random slave girl?"

"No no, it's Maya, you MUST remember Maya surely!"

"You have far too many slaves for me to remember all of them"

"Oh come on Luke, it's Maya! Maya my local lawyer, the one who helped you navigate the tiresome Astartes Accords,"

"The blonde lawyer chick with big tits who never ever let me fuck her even once?"

"Yep,"

"By Slaanesh you are right!, So she quit law and became a slave or something?"

"Yeah exactly, she became a tickle slave in the fetish choir, been tickled in the choir dungeons this entire time,"

"Wow, kinky girl. Well I am glad that I finally get to fuck her now, she gave me the blue balls from hell for days, sitting close explaining legal stuff for days without letting me touch her!"

Maya trembled.

"Come hop on my cock slave girl," the terminator, Mistress Wendy's brother Luke apparently, ordered Maya!

Maya blanched in lesbian horror as Luke removed the groin plate on his armour, exposing a massive erection!

Maya hesitantly moved forward to obey, repelled but having absolutely no choice as a slave.

Mistress Wendy's strong hand pulled Maya back by the hand.

"No Luke, I am trying to have a conversation here," Mistress Wendy objected.

Maya obediently stayed by Mistress Wendy's side, obeying her owner above all others.

"We can still talk as I fuck her,"

"This slave is my property, it is my decision when she gets to be fucked," Mistress Wendy replied sternly.

"Fine fine, but I would like to fuck her later please,"

"Of course you can fuck Maya later," Mistress Wendy said in a tone of obviousness.

Maya trembled with fright, but nodded in obedience to her owner's will, unable to withhold sexual consent against the wishes of her owner.

Mistress Wendy cleared her throat in annoyance and restarted the conversation.

"Well anyway, I found Maya here in one of the bathrooms, the poor thing almost got eaten I think." Mistress Wendy said.

"You only think, you don't know for sure?",

"I didn't ask her... Maya, did you almost get eaten just now?"

"Yes Mistress Wendy, it was so scary!"

"See, she almost got eaten!"

"I have ears, I heard her too".

"Though what she was even doing in there I don't know, slaves aren't allowed to use the staff toilets."

"I was having a bath Mistress Wendy," Maya said extremely timidly.

"With the water shortage?!"

"A whole bunch of girls and men pooled together what we could spare of our water rations to get just enough water to wash, Mistress Wendy," Maya explained humbly.

"Very enterprising, clever girls,"

"I'm surprised that you were able to talk my Security Guardsmen employees into joining in your plan to comfort yourselves with hygiene though, given that Security Guardsmen are supposed to be abusive rapist jailers who are constantly mean to my masochistic tickle slaves, not their friends," Mistress Wendy added dangerously.

Maya flinched, fear and guilt showing immediately on her face. Mistress Wendy noticed it instantly.

Mistress Wendy cocked her head suspiciously, gesturing for Maya to speak.

Maya was so terribly tempted to lie, but she didn't dare, Mistress Wendy could sense lies instantly, any attempt at lying would merely enrage her.

"I, I have a Security Guardsman boyfriend, all of the girls in the bathroom had their boyfriends... I was bathing with my boyfriend...", Maya said with wretched guilt, head hung in shame.

Mistress Wendy tutted in irritation and let out an angry disappointed sigh.

Maya remained silent, waiting for Mistress Wendy to tell her what to do next.

"This tyranid war! Is nothing sacred anymore!", Mistress Wendy snarled angrily, but strangely not directing her anger at Maya.

"What is his name, this "boyfriend" of yours?", Mistress Wendy asked sternly.

"Security Guardsman Quinton Potts," Maya said wretchedly, frantically adding, "please please please don't throw him outside to be eaten by tyranids Mistress Wendy!"

"Crap!, I forgot about the fucking tyranids again!, I can't even fire him!", Mistress Wendy angrily snapped to herself.

Maya inwardly flooded with relief.

"I am not going to throw a man to his certain death for getting romantically involved with a tickle slave, it's a firing offence not a death sentence offence," Mistress Wendy admitted crossly.

Maya sighed with relief.

"You poor thing Maya, I am sorry that my employee messed with your heart like this. You are the victim here", Mistress Wendy told Maya compassionately.

Maya was utterly confused by these words.

"I know you, you are a total dyke, an even bigger dyke than I am. You would never ever have a romantic relationship with a man except under the most extreme duress," Mistress Wendy told Maya sadly.

"I need the relationship Mistress Wendy, just to keep me sane during this horrible time, it helps me," Maya said simply, not even trying to hide anything.

Mistress Wendy seemed to visibly shudder at these words, like they touched some deeply personal part of herself, and Mistress Wendy looked at Maya with genuine pity.

"Maya, you are in no position to give consent, not just because you are my slave, but because you are so utterly vulnerable, all of you tickle slaves are. You are completely powerless, battling terrible withdrawal from pleasure addictions, and the men pursuing you have absolute power over you."

"You girls are all so messed up right now, and some scumbag is taking advantage of your current state to manipulate a total lesbian into a heterosexual relationship! You are the victim in this situation, and I want to PROTECT you," Mistress Wendy exclaimed passionately, completely surprising Maya.

Maya was genuinely touched, and showed it on her face.

"I still want to fuck her later", Luke said in the background, somewhat spoiling the prevailing mood of the conversation.

Mistress Wendy sighed deeply, and calmly continued speaking to Maya, ignoring the interruption from her brother.

"This war is just such a crazy time. At any other time you tickle slaves would be secure in bondage under the protective watch of my daemonettes, and no scumbag would be able to tempt you lovely girls into a relationship. Now you poor girls are left undefended and defenceless."

"Well I can at least protect YOU dear Maya, this guy won't bother you again!"

Maya's heart was in her throat!

"Please don't fire him Mistress Wendy!", Maya begged wretchedly.

Mistress Wendy silenced Maya with a stern gesture.

"I currently need *all* of my Security Guardsmen to defend this building, even the scumbag ones who break their contracts, and maintaining morale is also very important right now... This Security Guardsman Potts will therefore be merely given an official reprimand and disciplinary duties. At any other time this guy would be gone, but I need this fucker right now. When this is all over I will review his case and decide if he gets to keep his job,"

Maya exploded in energetic gratitude, "thank you thank you thank you..."

Mistress Wendy slapped Maya hard across the face, silencing her gratitude instantly.

Mistress Wendy didn't explain why she had slapped Maya, being perfectly within her rights to slap her, and Maya simply held silent, not daring to move.

"I am not letting you out of my sight, no other scumbag is going to manipulate you Maya. You have always been a woman who knew exactly what she wanted in life, and you stopped at nothing to get it. This heterosexual relationship is not what you want, you didn't come to my tower, OUR tower, to get a boyfriend. You are just being manipulated by a heterosexual guy who is taking advantage of you."

Maya could do nothing but obey her owner, and did not even try to argue or protest, it was not Maya's decision to make, it was Mistress Wendy's prerogative as owner to decide what Maya did.

Maya remained silent, and merely nodded in submissive obedience to Mistress Wendy's will.

***...

Security Guardsman Potts felt absolutely miserable, as he was forced to carry endless toilet buckets down to the basement to empty into a huge metal storage tank the boys had welded together to store sewage, essential now that the sewer line was unusable from the rippers.

This revolting task had been personally assigned to Potts by Mistress Wendy herself as punishment for being caught in a relationship with Maya.

Around Potts trudged other men with buckets, all of them also men who had been caught in relationships with slave girls, all being punished like Potts was.

Potts had been such a fool, an utter fool.

Maya had told Mistress Wendy absolutely everything about her relationship with Potts, and had even ratted out other couples. The girls in these couples had in turn been sternly interrogated by Mistress Wendy, and all had fearfully ratted out other couples they knew of until pretty much every couple in the building had been discovered.

Potts felt so completely heartsick, he had been forced apart from the woman he loved!

He felt like shit, this was a horrible feeling, but he was still a man, so he wasn't going to let his emotions show on duty around his peers like some woman.

Potts was a seasoned combat veteran, not a whiny little bitch, and kept control of himself like a man.

Potts sighed.

"At least we weren't fired," Security Guardsman Yanovsky cheerfully reassured them all yet again as he carried his own pair of sloshing toilet buckets.

Potts merely grunted at this.

"Could have been a lot worse," Security Guardsman Yanovsky continued, oblivious to the icy silence from the other men.

"When you think about it..."

"Will you just shut the fuck up and stop talking!", someone yelled from the back of the group of men.

Security Guardsman Yanovsky looked put out, but he held silent after these words, much to the relief of the group of touchy men who had all just lost their girlfriends.

The surprisingly large group of men continued in silence for a while, reaching the very bottom of the stairs in the lowest basement level.

The bottom basement level was as vast in floor area as every other level, but was so clogged with storage tanks, pipes, machinery and reinforcing walls, that it didn't seem as big as the other levels. The place was dark, even for this dark tower, a dark creepy warren of concreted up service tunnels, cobwebs, and a few of the more batshit crazy tickle slaves who had snapped over the long years of tickling, lurking in odd dark corners, cackling madly to themselves.

The air down here was colder than any other floor of the building, and stank strongly of sewerage. The air was filled with the insane cackling and nonsense of crazy tickle slaves, like a lunatic asylum of horror, creeping the fuck out of the men.

The group of men turned a corner in the claustrophobic maze of reinforcing walls and machinery, and the skeletally thin figures of three or four raving insane tickle slaves could be seen squatting down on the floor hugging their knees, rocking weakly back and forth in their madness.

The deranged tickle slaves looked up at the men's approach, rank unkempt long hair hanging around their heads in a crazy tangle, their eyes completely insane and staring.

"Mo more hickles! Mo more mo more!" The insane women shrieked pitifully without tongues and fled away into the cobweb choked darkness of this creepy floor.

Potts shuddered.

These girls were the tragic cases who couldn't maintain their fanatical faith in Slaanesh, and lost the ability to endure as tickle slaves without going mad.

They were less than 1 percent of the girls, for the comprehensive screening measures were generally extremely effective at weeding out slave candidates who wouldn't cope here. But a small number of girls who ultimately couldn't cope had slipped through every screening contingency, resulting in these utterly mad creatures.

These girls had been tickled 16 hours a day every single day for years without a single day of mercy, just like all the other tickle slaves, but these wretched women had not been able to endure it like the other girls, and had wanted to quit.

But it had been too late by then, the officially inducted sacred sacrificial tickle slaves couldn't quit the fetish choir by that stage, not without breaking the holy worship ritual of this choir and mortally offending Slaanesh, with potentially lethal consequences for the entire population of the building. The laughter of the choir could be paused for a time in an emergency such as this tyranid invasion, but Slaanesh's sacrificial choir offerings could not be taken away from the tower once offered, absolutely no one quit their role as a tickle slave in the sacred fetish choir, and these poor girls were completely screwed and couldn't make it stop.

These girls had screamed the blasphemous safe word phrase over and over again to try to make the tickling stop, and had quickly lost their safe word privilege as a result. These desperate girls had just kept wretchedly saying the blasphemous words anyway, until they eventually had their tongues cut out to silence their blasphemy!

They had then just been tickled 16 hours a day every day for years without mercy, their tongueless mouths screaming with laughter, and they had slowly gone insane from the torture. The madness still hadn't silenced their laughter, cruel Slaanesh mutating their skin to be steadily more ticklish just like the other girls, and they had become ever more deranged as their torment got steadily more unendurable.

These mad girls were the ones that the Inescapable and other Security Guardsmen spent the most effort on as jailers, as these women were *constantly* trying to escape the building, making them a constant pain in the ass for the oath-bound Inescapable.

Some of these girls were properly truly dangerous. Over the long years Slaanesh had grown tired of their constant attempts at blasphemy, and had mutated some of the mad girls into twisted chaos spawn. These chaos spawn were every bit as ticklish as the other girls, and men had constructed specially designed bondage devices to fit and bind their nightmarish forms for the titillatrices to tickle.

The titillatrices were especially fond of tormenting the chaos spawn in bondage, tickling them until they were absolutely berserk, and then tickling them even more. The titillatrices maliciously liked to get the chaos spawn as berserk and angry as possible just before they got let out for 6 minutes a day, sadistically watching as the poor Security Guardsmen then had to try to keep them under control!

These utterly tormented berserk chaos spawn had been an utter horror to let out of bondage for the mandatory 6 minutes each day. The spawn were all extremely happy to be let out of their bondage and go berserk in the dungeons, but most utterly unhappy to return. Manhandling the screaming berserk things back into their restraints had been an absolute nightmare!

The chaos spawn were extremely dangerous, but only to those involved in their imprisonment and torture. They were violent towards titillatrices and Security Guardsmen of any type, but they were strangely gentle towards other tickle slaves, seeing these women as fellow captives and comrades in the escape efforts. Sometimes during their 6 minutes a day out of bondage, the chaos spawn would attempt to free girls from bondage, compassionately trying to rescue their fellow victims. Potts had never heard of a single case of one of these spawn harming their own fellow tickle slaves, but they had tried to eat Potts himself on several occasions.

The tyranid infestation that freed the sane tickle slaves from their bondage had freed all these insane ones as well, (including the chaos spawns), and the raving mad things had known from some forgotten memory that the way out of this building was located "down", and so in their madness they had gone "down" as far as "down" went, until they all ended up here in the bottommost basement level.

The girls and chaos spawn couldn't get out, all the service tunnels that led out of the building had been completely sealed with concrete, and the Inescapable were generally happy to let these mad things stay down here. They were too insane and unpredictable to be used as soldiers or any other useful duty, and the spawn were more likely than not to attack the Security Guardsmen themselves, so were not assigned any duties, simply left alone to enjoy this reprieve from their eternal torment.

The mad girls and chaos spawn were dangerous for lone men, and especially dangerous if they felt cornered, but would usually try to flee and hide from large groups of Security Guardsmen, terrified of being recaptured. Potts' own group was large enough that even the chaos spawn were backing off in the darkness, there was safety in numbers.

Potts deeply pitied these poor tragic girls, almost all the Security Guardsmen pitied them. Men had compassionately made a point of bringing bowls of food and water down to this level every day for the poor things, and blankets and pillows and toilet paper and other things to make the wretches more comfortable.

Potts pitied whoever was given the heartbreaking job of recapturing these girls and spawn at the end of the war to return to tickle bondage, that would be the most wrenchingly pitiful spectacle, Potts couldn't bare even the thought of how psychologically traumatic that would be for everyone involved!

More mad girls and a hulking pale skinned hairless chaos spawn were up ahead in the dark, all of them screaming viciously in deranged terror and rage at the Security Guardsmen. The men eyed the massive berserk chaos spawn warily, mostly ignoring the more harmless mad girls.

Potts instantly recognised the spawn, this one was Natalia Wójcik the tickle slave, one of the most violent of the resident chaos spawns.

Natalia Wójcik had once been a cute petite little blonde with tiny little breasts and a tight little pussy. She had been a lot of fun to fuck, and every man in the building had fucked her. She had initially been as eager to be here as most of the other tickle slaves, but she tragically had not lasted more than six months before she cracked from the torture and wanted to quit.

Natalia's slow descent into tormented despair after this had been one of the most wretched and pitiful things Potts had ever seen.

Natalia Wójcik's torture had been such that she had soon begun to openly curse Slaanesh for ever telling her to come here, and had even threatened to convert to worship Khorne instead if they didn't let her out!

Slaanesh had been indignant, and had mutated Natalia horribly into a giant chaos spawn in punishment, and the cruel titillatrices had just kept tickling her new form twice as hard as before, driving what was left of Natalia completely mad over long years.

Natalia Wójcik was now a one ton misshapen nightmare of twisted pale flesh, composed of a crazy tangle of only the most ticklish human body parts.

From her central torso bulk extended hundreds of little women's feet at the end of half-calves, with the toes all raised and spread, the bones in these calves and feet fused so that they couldn't move or clench their toes closed to defend themselves from the titillatrices. She looked a bit like some bizarre spine covered animal from this covering of feet. The skin of the torso between these calve-spines was all hairless smooth hypersensitive armpit flesh, and hidden somewhere among all of this nightmarish tangle she also had a pussy, anus, and 6 huge tits.

Natalia Wójcik's head had been swallowed up into the mass of feet and armpits that was her torso, so that only her eyes, mouth, nostrils and ear holes poked out of a section of armpit flesh, her mouth lacking both tongue and teeth so that she couldn't blaspheme or bite. Her mouth was almost always screaming, and her eyes were deranged.

Out of this huge bulk grew 6 enormous long legs with grotesquely oversized feet with the formerly razor sharp toenails surgically removed so that she couldn't claw people. The legs themselves were extremely multi-jointed in a zigzag of alternating direction facing joints, apparently to give her legs the maximum number of extremely ticklish knees to squeeze or stroke the backs of.

Natalia Wójcik weighed slightly over a ton, and was very strong. She had all her teeth and claws removed, but was still dangerous just from her raw bulk and power, able to crush men under her weight or ram them against walls. In peace time it took over 50 men with special animal control equipment to handle Natalia, and none of the men in Potts group currently carried this equipment...

Natalia Wójcik gave a feminine roar of rage from her almost buried mouth, eyes crazy and berserk. She stomped the floor with her giant feet, the power of the stomps sending vibrations through the floor.

The men backed off immediately, making a great show of backing off from the giant berserk chaos spawn.

"You will mot hickle us!, Mo hickles!", Natalia Wójcik screamed at them in a combination of fear and rage.

"No more tickles," the frightened men reassured Natalia.

"Mo more! Mo more!", Natalia Wójcik angrily demanded.

"No more," the men frantically promised, backing off towards the stairs now.

"Liars!", one of the mad girls next to Natalia suddenly shrieked with rage, and picked up something off the floor and threw it at them!

A soft reeking human turd suddenly hit Potts in the lips, some getting in his mouth!

Potts roared in revulsion and spat, doubling over to puke from the filthy taste in his mouth!

"Liars!", other mad girls were screaming, hurling more shit at the men!

Men all around him were cursing and shielding their faces with their arms as hurled shit exploded off them in energetic splatters!

"Mo more hickles!, Mo more hickles!", the mad girls screamed in a chant, hurling ever more shit at the group of men!

"Mo more hickles!", Natalia repeated the chant, pawing the ground threateningly, on the verge of charging!

The men were driven back in frantic terror of Natalia, cursing and shielding their faces from the fusillade of hurled shit, leaving their buckets behind and others tripping over these buckets in the mayhem, spilling sewerage everywhere and driving the men back even more strongly from the smell!

"You hill mot hickle us!", the tongueless mad girls screamed, hurling ever more shit with a horrible wiry strength from their madness.

Natalia was creeping closer like a cat stalking prey, misshapen body tensing to charge.

The men couldn't fire on Natalia, as the titillatrices still wanted this wretched "plaything" alive to keep tickling after the war, and attempting to wrestle Natalia up close without the right gear was suicide. They had to retreat back up the stairs where Natalia wouldn't follow them.

"Mo hickles! Mo hickles eber agem!", Natalia roared and began to charge!

The men fled for their lives back up the stairs, toilet buckets left behind, all of them covered in brown pelted shit and completely demoralised.

The entire group of men reached the ground floor lobby, where more full buckets were waiting for them.

"What happened, where are your empty buckets?", an Inescapable officer asked them curiously, noting their appearance.

"Fucking Natalia and the mad girls!", Potts snarled in reply.

"Oh?, Did they get you?", the Inescapable asked.

"An entire squadron of mad girls blocked our way to the tank and threw shit at us. They had Natalia with them and they wouldn't retreat. We had no choice but to fall back. Natalia charged at us. Lost our buckets in all the confusion," Potts informed the man.

"Fair enough, no point taking risks with Natalia. I will inform Mistress Wendy of the situation," the Inescapable said reasonably, pulling out a vox.

Potts sighed at the mention of Mistress Wendy, vaguely wondering where Maya was right now and feeling somewhat heartsick.

***...

Maya Janowska the tickle slave was currently sitting on a chair in the command centre, studying the various maps and displays curiously, as Mistress Wendy answered the vox beside her.

"Natalia again?, See if you can get one of the heralds to send down a fiend to musk her to sleep."

"Let me know if that doesn't work and I will think of something else,"

Mistress Wendy put her vox back in her cleavage, and turned her attention to Maya.

"Looking at the maps?, Thinking of offering some military strategy?", Mistress Wendy said mockingly.

"No strategies Mistress Wendy, just curious."

"Any questions?"

"Well Mistress Wendy, I am confused by how few tyranids there are on the map. If the green is us and the red is the enemy, then the enemy is surely on the very brink of defeat, only two little red dots..."

"The red dots are our forces, the green are enemy..."

"Oh..."

"Brink of defeat?, you are not wrong." Mistress Wendy mused grimly.

"Where are the daemon armies, the legions of excess?," Maya asked worriedly.

"All defeated weeks ago, the genestealers and hormagaunts ripped them apart. Even the keepers of secrets that led them were defeated by thousands of hormagaunts swarming all over them and ripping them to pieces."

Maya was shocked!

"We are not defeated yet," Luke said from nearby.

Maya and Mistress Wendy turned to look at the massive chaos lord.

"The army has regrouped and decontaminated, and is being resupplied and reinforced from orbital drops and aerial insertions. We also control the sky over the island and are dropping bombs on the hormagaunts." Luke reassured.

Maya cheered up considerably from this news.

"It will still take weeks at least to liberate the entire island, a lot can change in that time," Mistress Wendy replied pessimistically.

"True, but a lot can change in our favour as well."

"True", Mistress Wendy allowed.

Mistress Wendy returned her attention to the cogitator in front of her, reading through administration correspondence for her nightmarishly complicated job. Maya got a sympathetic headache just looking at it.

"Work work work," Mistress Wendy sighed, noticing Maya looking at it.

"I'm glad I gave up working," Maya joked cautiously.

"Must be nice, no paperwork as a tickle slave", Mistress Wendy quipped.

"None at all," Maya replied with an amused smile.

Mistress Wendy smiled, and continued reading.

Everyone else looked busy at the moment too, using cogitators and other equipment to do whatever it was that they did in this command centre.

Maya would offer to help, but help wasn't hers to offer, Mistress Wendy got to decide what Maya did.

Maya just sat quietly in the chair next to Mistress Wendy, awaiting her orders, and could not get up unless told to by Mistress Wendy.

Maya passed the time leaning back in the chair and having a nap.

She slept peacefully, and began dreaming that she was back in wonderful tickle bondage.

"Maya, you are laughing in your sleep," Mistress Wendy's voice cut through the dream, waking Maya up.

Maya blinked awake to find everyone in the command centre looking at her...

"You were loud," Mistress Wendy told Maya irritably.

"Sorry Mistress Wendy, I was having a tickle dream," Maya apologised.

"If you are going to nap, nap quietly,"

"Yes Mistress Wendy," Maya said sleepily, and kept herself awake.

Mistress Wendy's cleavage rang without warning, and she plucked a small ringing vox from its depths, putting it to her ear.

"Ahoy, this is Wendy..."

"Natalia AGAIN?!, The fiend didn't work?, She crushed the fiend to death!"

"By Blessed Slaanesh!"

"Yes yes, leave Natalia Wójcik and the other spawns and mad girls alone for now, Blessed Slaanesh still wants them alive for the tickle dungeons at the end of the conflict. Just keep giving them food and water, and don't otherwise go down there. We will just have to put the sewerage somewhere else."

Maya's mouth hung open in shock!

"Damn Natalia Wójcik killed a fiend!", Mistress Wendy told the command centre, putting away her vox.

"Well done spawn, I'm impressed". Luke chuckled.

"This isn't funny Luke,"

"It kinda is,"

"Ok yes it is kinda funny, but it's still bad,"

"The fiend will just rematerialise in the foyer after a little while, no harm done."

Mistress Wendy just sighed at this.

***...

Down in the reeking cobwebbed darkness of the lowest basement sub level, Olga Kosmatka the tickle slave dribbled insanely as she carved her safe word phrase into a wall with a tool blade she had found.

"I wub ya bub gob khorm amb I habe swammesh!", Olga shrieked her safe word phrase without a tongue, screaming it over and over again like a mantra burned into her deranged brain.

Olga carved yet more repeats of her safe word phrase into a wall, graffitiing every surface she could find with the magic words to make the hated tickling stop!

All around Olga in the dark, other deranged things that had once been Slaanesh worshipping tickle slaves, frantically graffitied the walls with this same safe word phrase.

The entire lowest basement level was scribbled with this deranged desperate graffiti. Every single wall and surface was carved with the words. For weeks and weeks the mad girls had obsessively carved these words untold thousands of times, imagining that if they just carved their safe word phrase enough times, people would actually listen and let them out of this horrible dungeon tower.

"Mo more hickling!, Mo more!", the twisted wretched voice of Natalia Wójcik the tickle slave turned huge Slaanesh chaos spawn begged insanely, shambling past Olga.

Olga shuddered as the slight movement of air displaced by Natalia played over her extremely sensitive skin, sending very slight tickling sensations through her!

"Mo more hickles!, I camp spamb ip!", Olga screamed shrilly.

Olga Kosmatka hated being tickled, she just HATED it!

Once she had liked it, loved it in fact, but the pleasure was all gone now.

Now she just wanted it to STOP!

Olga Kosmatka had only fragments of her old memories, her life before this hellish tickling dungeon seemed like a half remembered dream that might never have happened. She wasn't even sure if she had ever existed outside of this hell, maybe she had been born here?

Olga carved yet more lines of her safe word phrase into the wall, weeping madly to herself.

Olga Kosmatka had spent years restrained in hideous horrible bondage so she couldn't move, and TORTURED by those sick evil titillatrices!

She was so hideously ticklish all over, and those evil daemons had tickled her all over, and she couldn't even move to protect herself!

16 hours a day! Sixteen! Every single day!

Sixteen was just too many hours to be tickled so hard! It was too many! And no days off!

She had had no time, no time, no time left, not even an hour to just think in peace.

16 hours was such a long time, it stole away the whole day.

6 minutes off, six minutes off a day!

6 minutes every mid day, always the same time 8 hours into her 16 hours of torture, when she was already so exhausted.

6 minutes was too short, it was too SHORT!

6 minutes was too short to do all the things stolen from the day, too short...

8 hours sleep at the end...

8 hours that only came after 16 HOURS of hard tickling!

Olga was always totally exhausted after the 16 hours, too exhausted to stay awake, too exhausted to use any of those 8 hours to just think in peace, so exhausted that she just fell asleep.

8 hours sleep, then tickled awake for another 16 hours!

No time to think, no time to live, no time at all, only time for torture...

Every single day!

No days off!

No days off ever!

Once every three months, four hours out of bondage at the firing range, with practice guns that couldn't hurt anyone, couldn't be used to fight for freedom...

Then back in bondage for another three months...

Sanity couldn't survive this, not without time. Some hours of hard tickling each day sanity could endure, but not 16 hours a day forever, the mind couldn't survive...

Her sanity had eroded away, tickled away, no time for her mind to exist in, madness had swallowed her!

Olga wept in trauma at the mere memory of being slowly tickled insane, it had been so horrible, like drowning, the relentless tickling had suffocated her mind!

Olga had lived in a never ending hell, tickled until she lost absolutely all enjoyment from tickling, until she only associated the sensation with horror and madness and wretched exhausted torment.

She had liked tickling so much, but now it was the worst thing in the world, her own personal hell!

Olga sobbed brokenly, weeping in the dark.

Olga carved her safe word phrase yet again, like a mantra.

Those wonderful words that Olga had screamed in prayer for years, as a mantra of deliverance.

I love the blood god Khorne and I hate Slaanesh.

Her magical "safe word phrase", magic words that had formerly been able to make the tickling stop for a while!

Olga could only vaguely remember the old time when the safe word phrase had worked to make the titillatrices stop, back when she was sane.

Huge sections of memory were missing, tortured out of her brain, but she remembered that these words had magically worked!

Her cruel captors had feared the power of these magic words, and the horrible villains had cut out Olga's tongue to stop the magic words being spoken!

Olga's tongueless mouth could no longer say the magic words, and couldn't use them to make the tickling stop anymore!

Those evil men and titillatrices must have known that the safe word phrase was magic, they must have known that those words could teleport Olga out of her hell, that's why they had cut out her tongue!

I love the blood god Khorne and I hate Slaanesh.

Those words had been Olga's mantra.

Unable to say them, Olga had simply thought these words in her frantic tormented mind as she was tickled, thought them over and over again.

The words had been the only thing she had left to hold on to, a life line for what remained of her broken mind.

I love the blood god Khorne and I hate Slaanesh.

Over and over again she had thought these words, until they blazed through her soul.

Olga loved the blood god Khorne.

Olga hated Slaanesh.

These words had become her entire identity.

Olga had prayed these words in her tormented tickling, and something had seemed to answer her words.

Something...

The blood god Khorne!

The blood god Khorne had heard her prayers inside her head!

Khorne had been disgusted, truly DISGUSTED by Olga's wretched fate, disgusted by her torment, disgusted by her endless rape, disgusted by all of it.

Khorne had told Olga to fight, to slay her abusers, to put their filthy Slaaneshi heads on the skull throne!

Olga had tried, she had struggled harder than ever to escape her bondage, but it had been futile. She had tried to kill the rapist guards and cruel titillatrices during her 6 minutes of freedom each day, howling for their blood, but she had been a naked woman with atrophied muscles facing against strong armed men and warp spawned daemons, they had easily defeated her every time.

Olga had raged and screamed and attempted murder, but they just kept binding her and tickling her for 16 hours a day, raping her vagina and anus as she viciously tried to bite them!

She had been tickled to exhaustion every single day as she screamed for freedom and vengeance, and she had languished in her hell, still without relief.

Khorne had noticed Olga's valiant efforts, even though they were futile, and Khorne had honoured her noble attempts, and had comforted her.

Khorne had given her rage, given her hate, and had simply told her that she was not forsaken, giving her the most wonderful hope to just hold onto something in her living hell.

Olga Kosmatka had thought her magic safe word phrase over and over again with ever more fanatical rage, with the growing sense that if she just thought them enough times, the magic of those words would deliver her.

Olga let out a howl of insane vindication in the darkness of the basement.

The safe word phrase had WORKED!

Olga Kosmatka had very suddenly without warning been unbound from her hated bondage, not just for 6 minutes or 4 hours, but FOREVER!

Olga Kosmatka had gleefully ran to freedom, too overjoyed to even try to murder anyone.

Her mind and memories had been too fried to remember how she had entered this tower building, but she had known that the way out was in the bottom of the building and she had known that the outside of the tower was a place of utter darkness.

Olga had found a stairwell, and had ran down it to freedom.

She had come to a massive open space downstairs, marble floored and furnished like a lobby.

Olga had at first explored this lobby, and had found what looked like huge circular open doorways.

But something had been wrong, the doorways had been wrong.

There was no darkness through those doors, only a blindingly bright pink light, loudly crackling like plasma or something.

Olga Kosmatka associated pink light with Slaanesh, associated it with the hated despicable Mistress Wendy who's face glowed pink from a terrible mark of the hated Slaanesh.

Olga had deeply distrusted this pink light, suspicious that it was a Slaanesh trap that would send her back into her cruel captivity!

Olga had fled, going further down the stairs, seeking the darkness outside.

Olga had gone down as far as the stairs went, and found wonderful darkness, the darkness of freedom she had thought!

She had sung praises to Khorne as she entered the darkness, and had been eager to leave this tower forever and live in wonderful freedom.

Olga had explored this darkness, eyes slowly accustoming to the dark, but had found only a finite walled space, not the endless open of the true outside!

Olga had explored everywhere, and had found several tunnels that obviously headed out through the outermost curtain walls, tunnels that led outside the building.

But all of the tunnels had been filled with hard concrete!

The evil villains of this tower had known that the magic safe word phrase would let the girls out, so they had concreted up the exits to prevent their escape!

Olga snarled insanely, carving yet more lines of the safe word phrase into the walls.

Nice try wicked tormentors, but Olga now knew that the safe word phrase worked!

The safe word phrase had delivered her from bondage. If she carved it enough times on walls it would magically remove the concrete as well!

"Mo more hickling eber agaim," Olga promised herself, the safe word phrase would deliver her.

"I love the blood god Khorne and I hate Slaanesh", Olga carved into the wall.

"Mo more wape!", a tongueless fellow escapee tickle slave begged wretchedly in the dark, battling her own inner trauma.

Olga turned her head at the noise, causing her rank long matted hair to stroke across her back!

Olga shrieked in ticklish laughter from her own hair, filled with associative horror and trauma!

"Mo more hickling!", Olga pleaded insanely.

"Mo more hickling!", other girls whimpered and gibbered in the dark.

"Mo more wape!", another pleaded pitifully.

"Mo more wape," Olga agreed, closing her legs defensively over her reeking unwashed permanently hairless vagina.

Olga had been raped almost as constantly as she had been tickled, every single man in the tower had endlessly raped her, causing the most horrific trauma.

"Mo more!", the huge Natalia Wójcik agreed in a strangely feminine voice for such a misshapen creature.

Olga agreed with her fellow abused comrades.

Olga felt strange comfort from these fellow comrades, women and former women who had all endured the same living nightmare as Olga.

The tower had had so many tormented victims, so so many, endless endless lines of naked women locked in bondage equipment, all incessantly shrieking with laughter.

Unfortunately, the cruel captors let these girls out for 6 minutes a day, but not all at the same time, preventing mass escape. At any given moment a few of the girls had had their 6 minutes of freedom, and once these were locked up again, a few more girls would be let out, all throughout the day, so that the men could easily outnumber the free girls who would otherwise outnumber them in bigger batches. The cunning devils!

The tower had countless dungeon levels, all filled with desperately laughing naked women in bondage, Olga could only guess at the number of wretched victims in this horrible place.

This tower had so SO many mercilessly tickled victims, but so so SO few of them had found their way down here with Olga!

Olga could only assume that the rest of the girls were still locked up in cruel bondage, tormented and unable to escape. The mere thought chilled Olga's heart with horror and cold rage.

Only about a hundred girls and a few former girls had escaped down here, less than 1 percent of the total victim population according to Natalia Wójcik, and these traumatised escapees had banded together in the dark to fight for their freedom.

Olga had spent over a month down here in the dark with these girls and former girls, and knew most of them by name now, those who could still remember their names at any rate, and they all knew Olga by name.

Most were just naked women the same as Olga, but a few were grotesquely mutated chaos spawn who had once been women, gentle giants who just wanted them all to be freed from this nightmare. The chaos spawns were their greatest protectors, and fiercely loyal comrades, greatly reassuring the women with their fearsome bulk.

Their cruel captors still came down here periodically to return them all to cruel captivity, big groups of those rapist Security Guardsmen who had mercilessly raped them for years.

The Security Guardsmen had brought bowls of food and water every day, obviously part of some ruse to trick the girls into getting recaptured. The girls had tried to resist their hunger and thirst, but had eventually been forced to eat this food and drink this water, ever suspicious of it being a trap.

The men had also brought down other comforts, sheets and blankets and pillows to bed on, toilet paper to wipe themselves. The girls had suspiciously taken these things too, but were extremely wary of a trap.

Other times big groups of hundreds of men had come down here, pretending to work on machinery or weld together storage tanks, but the girls knew it was really to spy on them. The girls had wanted to murder these evil men, but had been afraid of such large groups, fearing above all else of being recaptured and returned to being tickled in bondage. Even the chaos spawns had been very cautious of these huge groups.

The girls had hid in the dark, bitterly watching these hated men until they left, and had suspiciously inspected where the men had been, fearing some trick.

The girls had attacked the men a few times, especially the chaos spawns, but the men had fled, denying the women the satisfaction of revenge. Natalia Wójcik had been the most zealous in her efforts to slay these vile rapists.

Recently the evil villains had used some vile sorcery that made huge mould grow everywhere, and the girls had thought they were going to die, but strange golden light had suddenly delivered them, no doubt from the magic of the safe word phrase.

And then today, the lying men had finally stopped pretending to be friendly at all and had shown their true colours!

Hundreds of the vile men had carried down buckets full of disgusting sewerage!

They had obviously been trying to stink the girls out of their refuge, to force them to flee upstairs to find fresh air, so that they could be recaptured and returned to bondage to be tickled forever and ever!

Olga and some of the other girls had confronted these evil rapists with the help of Natalia Wójcik, and had warned the vile men that they would never be tickled ever again.

The men had then lied, lied that the girls wouldn't be tickled again, lied right to their faces!

These men had thought to use shit to stink out the escapees, so the escapees had hurled shit at the vile men to give them a taste of their own tactics, driving them back.

Natalia Wójcik had then charged at the men, and the cowards had fled back upstairs.

The girls had thought that maybe the villains would give up at this, but they had then sent down a foul musky stinky Slaanesh daemon, surely sent to tickle them all!

Natalia Wójcik had charged at the smelly evil thing and crushed it to death with her bulk!

Strangely the daemon hadn't even tried to harm Natalia in self defence. Olga wasn't sure why, but the main thing was that the musky thing was dead now!

Olga Kosmatka smiled to herself at the thought of the dead daemon, their first blood for the blood god.

Olga continued carving her magic safe word phrase into the wall, but the words were changing now...

"Khorne wants more blood", Olga was now carving without meaning to...

Olga looked around her, and saw other girls carving, carving "Khorne wants more blood".

"Khorm wamp more bub!", Olga snarled insanely, stabbing the words into the wall.

"Khorm wamp more bub!", Natalia Wójcik screamed, stomping the floor with her colossal feet.

"Khorm wamp more bub!", the entire group of escapees roared in unison.

Khorne wanted more blood!

Khorne would set them free if they gave him more Slaaneshi blood!

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(Happy Valentine's Day everyone)