Chapter 134(Orphan)

(Author's note, there was a massive delay in writing this due to covid returning to Australia. Being in lockdown with a cranky two year old who is unable to leave the house for her normal activities is not a very good environment for getting any writing done, with a toddler constantly climbing all over you or needing constant supervision so that she doesn't slap the cat or knock over a lamp or something. Most of the last two weeks has just been chasing a toddler and taking things off her when I'm not at work, it is an author's nightmare lol.)

(Anyway, I write what I can when I can, and just be thankful that everyone is safe.)

***…

Security Guardsman Quinton Potts was feeling grateful to still have his job as he stood with a big group of other Security Guardsmen in the ground floor lobby of Wendy Sevenson's tower, just hours ago having finished signing a contract renewal after having his case reviewed by Wendy Sevenson. He had very nearly been fired after breaking his earlier employment contract by forming a romantic relationship with Maya.

With the loss of all the Inescapable as well as a sizeable number of idiots who had helped the mad girls escape and devolved into chaos spawns, the building had a sizeable shortage of Security Guardsmen. Wendy Sevenson had not wanted to lose any more by firing men like Potts who had fucked up in less serious ways, so had reluctantly renewed his contract, at least until she could hire more men after the war was over.

The tower was understaffed, but this actually wasn't as big of a problem as it would have been in the past now that all the mad girls and chaos spawn were gone, as managing these girls had previously been the hardest part of the job. The current tickle slaves all wanted to be tickle slaves, even after years of tickle slavery, and tickle slaves who lasted the first few years without breaking were exceptionally unlikely to break in the future, girls who broke almost always broke early in the first few years.

The current tickle slaves were not a flight risk, quite the reverse. They wanted to stay here so desperately, that they kicked and screamed and bit when they were even merely released from bondage for a few minutes a day to maintain the use of their limbs. These girls didn't want to escape, and this simple fact made the jobs of the Security Guardsmen significantly easier and less stressful, even when they were understaffed.

The ground floor lobby was currently bustling with activity.

Many many districts of the hive city had recently been liberated from the tyranids, and the island city of Muntilliko Island was in the process of restarting some semblance of business as usual. The streets everywhere were crowded with malnourished people eating free food and drinking free water, and the usual prohibition against light outside had been temporarily lifted, with huge floodlights everywhere as armies of workers tried to repair all the damage to streets and buildings and infrastructure.

Wendy Sevenson's tower was currently a hub of activity as one of the only functioning buildings in the immediate area, and people were flocking here by the millions to pray thanks to Slaanesh in this sacred fetish choir for surviving the tyranid war.

Work crews repairing the destroyed streets outside were also using the lobby as a camp site to base their repair efforts from, supplies for the building arrived constantly, and even workers who had worked in this building before the war were returning, armies of laundry workers and cleaners and tradesmen and other such people.

The Security Guardsmen were working hard to control the movements of these many civilian people, as well as the military forces who had already crowded the building, and huge fences were set up to control movements of people and make them pass through biological screening checkpoints to make sure they were not infectious and weren't gene stealers. The Security Guardsmen had already shot over 100 infected gene stealer brood brothers trying to infiltrate the building, and had had to quarantine thousands of people found to be sick with infectious diseases.

The crowd was divided up into many different lines depending upon the type of business they claimed to have for visiting this building, with temporary high mesh fences keeping these lines separated from each other to avoid confusion. Security Guardsman Potts and his current group of fellow Security Guardsmen were currently managing the line for family members of building staff, a somewhat weird category that no one had expected.

After two months trapped in lockdown fearing they would die without ever seeing their family members ever again, many of the civilian relatives of the people in this building had decided that they would seek out their relatives now that they were out of their homes again.

Even now large numbers of people claiming to be the parents of tickle slaves were emotionally demanding to see their daughters, as others claiming to be some relations of other staff members also demanded to see their own relatives. The relatives of tickle slaves were always the worst to deal with, especially the parents.

Even before the tyranid war the angry upset parents of tickle slaves had repeatedly visited the building at random times demanding to see their enslaved daughters, and they had always been absolutely horrible to deal with, frequently causing scenes or even assaulting staff members.

Security Guardsman Potts didn't feel good refusing these emotional people who wanted to see their daughters, and was afraid of getting punched yet again by outraged fathers if he wasn't diplomatic enough in how he handled them. This entire situation was draining and unpleasant to handle.

"You let THOSE people through!", the parents of one tickle slave argued, pointing at others who had just been let in.

"Their daughter died, they want to see the body to grieve", Potts explained quietly, feeling bad.

"Is our daughter even still alive?!", the emotional parents demanded.

"She certainly is, I saw Jessica this morning, she is fine", Potts attempted to quickly reassure them, having a lot of other people to deal with.

"You saw her?, Did she say anything?, How is she?", the parents asked urgently.

"Yes I saw her, she was being tickled like she always is, she was laughing constantly. She said to me that she is very excited about the new monitor screen she is getting in her dungeon," Potts explained concisely but sympathetically.

The parents looked unhappy to be reminded that their daughter got constantly tickled, but pressed for details about the monitor screen and any further details he had to give about their daughter.

"We would be much happier if you let us see our daughter and talk to her. It's not unreasonable," the father demanded.

Potts sighed.

"Look I honestly agree with you, really I do, but I have my orders. I will lose my job if I disobey my orders to let you in", Potts attempted to placate them unsuccessfully.

Another couple behind the current couple Potts was talking to butted in at this point.

"What about our daughter, is she also forbidden visitors?", the new couple interrupted.

"Um, who is your daughter", Potts asked distractedly.

"Maya, Maya Janowska", the couple said urgently.

Potts flinched back at these words.

The parents got alarmed by Potts flinching and demanded to know why he flinched.

Potts sighed.

"Maya is fine, absolutely fine", Potts said quickly.

"You haven't even checked, how do you know?", Maya's father demanded.

"Maya is my ex-girlfriend, we only broke up very recently. I almost got fired for being in a relationship with her. She is fine," Potts admitted unhappily.

"You were Maya's boyfriend?", the parents pressed adamantly.

"Yes I was, and she spoke about you many times. I am still a bit tender about the break up, I don't really want to talk about it," Potts said defensively.

"We must know!", Maya's parents demanded.

"What's to know?, We were a couple, we broke up", Potts said defensively.

"We simply MUST see our daughter again!", Maya's mother pleaded, making Potts feel terrible.

"And WE want to see OUR daughter!", demanded every other pair of parents in the entire line.

Potts felt like shit, these people were deeply emotional and just wanted to see their daughters again.

The other Security Guardsmen also looked as uncomfortable as Potts felt, these people were hurting.

Potts got on the vox and got hold of Mistress Wendy herself, explaining the situation to her.

"Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson is taking time out of her busy schedule to come down and talk to you all", Potts informed the agitated crowd of tickle slave parents.

The parents all thanked him profusely and waited impatiently for Wendy to arrive.

Potts personally hoped that it went well for these people.

***…

Mr Matthew Janowska and his wife Mrs Elizabeth Janowska held each other tightly, as they were led by the brutal looking black carapace armoured goon from the lobby up a stairwell and into a hellish dark dungeon.

The place was oppressive and terrifying, all dark black stone and chains and barred prison doors, barely lit so that the horrible surroundings only came into clear view when you were close, causing terrible jump scares at the sight of mummified dead girls hanging in bondage, and alive girls screaming in torment as Slaanesh daemons tickled and violated them!

Foul Slaanesh worshipping chaos space marines infested the dungeon, raping screaming laughing naked young women in chains, as were depraved normal human heretic fighters, Slaanesh worshipping mutant hordes, and even a contingent of fallen sisters of battle were violating these poor wretched naked girls!

The worst thing about this horrible dark dungeon was the noise, a never ending cacophony of desperately screaming laughter from multitudes of girls being tickled constantly without rest or mercy, far beyond the point of abuse. The cruelty of this place was completely unholy and sick, and just utterly evil. This was raw sin and human degradation that ought to be illegal here on Dark Tropic!

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson had come down to the lobby to hear all their pleas to see their daughters, not just the Janowska family but all of the parents demanding to see their daughters, and had listened to their begging. The cruel sadist had been strangely eager to grant their requests, and was no doubt greatly enjoying the current horror of the various parents being led to see their daughters.

Matthew Janowska was weak from hunger during the over two months locked in his home rationing the food very carefully, and had lost some muscle mass in his malnutrition. The goon "Potts" on the other hand was obviously well fed the entire last two months and was powerfully built from obvious regular weight lifting exercises, and would easily defeat Matthew in a fight if he tried to protect his daughter. This knowledge was very bitter to endure.

Potts was heavily armed and armoured, in a uniform that made him look like the henchman of some evil villain in a sadistic porno film. He looked like a cruel hardened thug who was extremely experienced in violence, with a face that was hard but not nasty, as though he was not totally devoid of conscience or feeling.

Matthew eyed the goon closely. This man claimed to be Maya's ex-boyfriend, meaning that this man had obviously fucked Matthew's daughter!

Given the fact that Maya was a lesbian, Matthew could only fear that this relationship had not been consensual and that this guy had simply raped poor Maya!

Matthew trembled with rage and clung to his wife more tightly to stop him doing something he might regret.

Matthew's wife Elizabeth was crying seeing so many young women being so horribly abused by sick evil sadists, and Matthew himself was trembling with righteous rage to see this utter evil.

The girls were all naked, chained up in degrading humiliating positions that left their vaginas completely exposed to be raped and interfered with. Some of the naked girls were passed out completely unconscious in their chains, apparently not even unchained to sleep, and those that were awake were incessantly laughing or screaming, tormented every moment they were awake.

The chained naked girls looked weird. They all looked sexually attractive, but something was wrong with their bodies. They were obviously well fed by their full breasts and the healthy amounts of lean female body fat on their slender but not malnourished bodies, and they had clearly eaten much better than Matthew himself had over the last two months, but their arms and legs were terribly slender, lacking muscle even for women.

These girls seemed to have barely any muscle on their entire bodies, not just their limbs but even their shoulders and hips and torsos and bottoms, these girls had barely any muscle on their entire bodies, their muscles horribly atrophied as though they hadn't used their muscles in years!

The girls were barely moving in their chains even when they screamed with torment, just weak flinching and twitching, they were too weak to even struggle to defend themselves!

Matthew and Elizabeth nearly blundered into some tradesmen who were installing some large monitor screens to new looking sturdy wall mountings, and were told to watch where they were walking by the irritated tradesmen.

"The monitor screens are new, a new creature comfort that the girls all requested", Potts said conversationally.

"You grant these poor girls' requests?", Matthew asked in genuine surprise.

Potts shrugged, "sometimes".

Matthew and Elizabeth both let out huge sighs at this simple admission, so these poor girls were granted some basic requests.

"(Haha), Hi, (haha), Security, (haha), Guardsman, (haha), Potts, (haha)", one of the chained naked tormented girls called in apparent greeting through her tormented laughter.

"Hi Naomi, how are you today?", Potts called back happily with a wave to the laughing wretch.

"(Haha), I'm GREAT, (haha), Sir, (haha), I'm so, (haha), happy, (haha), about, (haha), the monitor, (haha), screen, (haha)", the woman laughed back excitedly.

Matthew and Elizabeth let out hoarse sighs of relief to hear that this poor girl actually felt happy and even "great", that was a massive relief on their hearts.

"Have a great day Naomi", Potts replied, and they continued walking past the hysterically laughing woman.

"It gets a bit hard to understand what they are saying sometimes with all that laughter, there is a bit of a knack to deciphering their "laughter talk" as we call it", Potts explained conversationally.

"Do they never get mercy to even just speak?", Elizabeth asked wretchedly.

"They do get rest periods and even a short break out of their chains each day to stretch their limbs and walk around, but the rest of the time they are tickled constantly. They have learned to speak in "laughter talk" where they say only a word or two at a time when they are laughing too heavily to otherwise speak. You get used to understanding it, I don't even notice the pauses anymore, I just hear the full sentences", Potts explained very calmly for such a horrible topic.

"They get let out?", Matthew said enthusiastically as soon as Potts finished speaking.

"For 6 minutes a day, to stop their muscles atrophying away completely", Potts explained.

"So short?", Elizabeth asked in horror.

"Honestly it's hard to even keep them out of bondage for just 6 minutes, they don't like being unchained, they have a complete meltdown and they have even bit me!", Potts exclaimed.

Matthew and Elizabeth were silent at this.

"Maya's break period is beginning very soon, you will get to see for yourself what happens when you try to remove a tickle slave from bondage, they go absolutely mental and hate it", Potts chuckled.

"I don't think that's funny", Matthew complained at the chuckle.

Potts shrugged and went silent.

They got deeper and deeper into the dark and nightmarish torture dungeon, the dim lights widely spaced to keep everything gloomy and sinister, tortured laughter echoing everywhere in a horrific cacophony from all directions that numbed the mind with horror.

"Here she is", Potts said suddenly, pointing to a blonde naked woman screaming with laughter just ahead!

Maya was completely and utterly naked, with her arms stretched above her head and her legs spread wide in the chains of a cruel and degrading looking bondage device of sinister design. Her body was completely hairless except for her well groomed very long blonde hair, well sculpted eyebrows and eyelashes, and her large breasts were bare and unsupported.

She looked very very clean, well groomed, well fed, well hydrated, and quite surprisingly healthy, but her muscles had atrophied horribly from years bound in this horrible dungeon, looking nothing like her normal muscles when they had last seen her.

Her face was laughing hysterically from a pair of disturbingly erotic pale naked 6 breasted Slaanesh daemons tickling her incessantly, with a huge happy smile on her face, but she looked tired and poorly rested like she was sleep deprived.

Apart from the muscle atrophy it was unquestionably their daughter as they remembered her, just with much longer hair now, and she was alive and apparently well.

Matthew and Elizabeth cried out in emotion and ran towards their daughter, hugging her frantically.

Maya looked confused, then recognition struck her face, then she gasped and became just as emotional as her parents through her laughter.

"(Haha), mummy, (haha), and daddy, (haha)!?, What?, (haha), Why?, (haha), what, (haha), are you, (haha), doing here?, (haha)", Maya exclaimed in between her hard laughter.

The daemons didn't even slow down in tormenting their daughter, merely reaching around Matthew and Elizabeth to stroke Maya's skin.

"Stop that, leave my daughter alone!", Matthew demanded, grabbing at the pale hands of the daemons to make them pull back from touching Maya.

The daemons hissed angrily but backed off, leaving the parents to hug their daughter in peace, but Maya was still laughing hard even as they hugged her.

"Why is she still laughing!?", Matthew demanded of Potts.

"She is so insanely ticklish that even just touching her skin or hugging her makes her laugh", Potts explained with a chuckle.

Matthew and Elizabeth stopped hugging Maya immediately, forcing themselves not to touch her even in their emotion.

Maya suddenly screamed loudly in distress!

"Don't stop tickling me!, Please it hurts me!", Maya pleaded!

Potts moved forward immediately and started stroking the sole of her left foot with his finger.

Maya squealed with laughter but instantly recovered from her earlier distress.

"You can't just stop tickling her like that without a cool down, you make her crash", Potts said.

"We were just about to start Maya's cool-down," the Slaanesh daemons informed Potts.

"What's wrong with her!?", Matthew demanded angrily.

"You can't just tickle a willing tickle slave as hard as possible for hours and then suddenly stop, it causes an agonising withdrawal crash. She needs to be eased down gradually with a cool down tickle", Potts explained, still tickling poor Maya on the foot very hard.

"Cool down tickle?", Matthew asked incredulously.

"That means gradually tickling her less hard over time until she is able to endure it when the tickling stops", Potts explained calmly.

Maya nodded hard in agreement, laughing in torment.

"You can hug her", Potts added.

Matthew and Elizabeth paused and then resumed hugging their poor daughter in her humiliating chains.

The Slaanesh daemons hesitantly returned to tickling Maya, and Potts stopped stroking her foot, but no one got in the way of Matthew and Elizabeth as they just emotionally hugged their poor abused daughter.

"What, (haha), are you, (haha), doing here?", Maya managed to say through her hard laughter.

"We demanded to see you", Matthew began.

"You look, (haha), malnourished, (haha), you look, (haha), terrible!", Maya exclaimed through her laughter.

"We nearly starved during the war, we ran very low on food", Matthew began.

"Potts!, (haha), Get them, (haha), something, (haha), to eat!", Maya ordered the goon through her laughter.

"Watch your tone Maya", Potts complained warningly, but walked off to obey.

"My home, (haha), is your home, (haha)", Maya promised her parents through her laughter.

"That is up to Mistress Wendy", one of the Slaanesh daemons told Maya warningly in a sinister sensual erotic female unworldly voice, it's fucked up noseless face both sexy and repellent at the same time.

"Call her, (haha), right now, (haha), I will, (haha), shout at, (haha), her till, (haha), she agrees!", Maya laughed angrily.

Matthew was quite surprised to see his tortured daughter stand up to her abusers on behalf of her parents like this, this wasn't what he had expected.

One of the Slaanesh daemons slapped Maya's face angrily for her insubordination!

Matthew filled with rage and struck the daemon in its soft and delicate looking fucked up disturbing face with his fist!

The daemon had deceptively hard skin that almost broke his hand, and he was left screaming in pain holding his tender knuckles to his mouth, the daemon completely unharmed!

The daemon grabbed him in retaliation, and dug it's cruel strong fingers into his sides, making him flinch terribly from a ticklish jolt like an electric shock!

Matthew tried to break free from the daemon's grip but it was impossibly strong, and he found himself laughing involuntarily as it kept tickling him horribly!

The sensation felt absolutely awful, like electric shocks through his jumpy body, and he was humiliated to be humbled like this!

Elizabeth was now trying to fight the daemon to rescue Matthew, but the daemon simply wrapped a strong slender pale arm around each of them, cruel pale unnaturally strong and dexterous fingers probing into their abdomens to make them laugh involuntarily!

It felt so horrible!

Matthew could barely breathe, he was as ticklish as his daughter naturally had been, horribly vulnerable to this sort of attack, and this was traumatising him!

"Beg for mercy!", the Slaanesh daemon demanded arrogantly.

"Mercy!, Mercy please!", Matthew and Elizabeth begged in humiliation.

"Nice begging but I still won't stop", the Slaanesh daemon taunted.

Maya was screaming at the daemon to leave them alone, but the daemon was without mercy.

Matthew cried out in humiliated dismay as he wet himself, unable to hold his bladder under this horrible sensation, burning with shame.

Elizabeth heavily wet herself too, screaming in laughter and suffering, this was horrific!

"What the hell are you doing!", Potts exclaimed, suddenly appearing with a basket full of food and water bottles.

"They attacked me", the daemon replied.

"Stop that right now or I will vox Mistress Wendy!", Potts demanded.

"As you wish", the daemon sighed and let go of them, returning to slapping Maya's face repeatedly.

Matthew and Elizabeth gasped on the floor, crawling weakly to the feet of the man who had saved them.

"What happened?", Potts asked them worriedly.

"The daemon is hitting our daughter!, I punched it to make it stop, and it grabbed me!", Matthew frantically explained, still gasping for breath and soaked with his own urine.

Potts nodded sympathetically.

"Yeah that probably wasn't wise, those daemons are very vindictive. Are you ok?", Potts said calmly.

"The daemon is STILL hitting our daughter right now!", Matthew exclaimed, pointing accusingly.

"They are allowed to slap the tickle slaves around", Potts replied as though this made it ok!

"I am only slapping her, she is not being permanently damaged", the daemon said calmly.

Matthew and Elizabeth shouted in outrage at this.

"Oh dear oh dear oh dear, this is quite a mess", the sultry voice of Wendy Sevenson said behind them.

Matthew and Elizabeth turned to see the huge breasted beautiful dominatrix Wendy Sevenson walking towards them.

Potts and the Slaanesh daemons bowed briefly to the chaos champion, and Wendy walked right over to Maya, shooing away the daemon slapping her face.

Wendy leaned down and kissed Maya's lips passionately, the kiss returned equally passionately by Maya, the kiss heavy on the tongues and extending for long moments, Maya laughing even as she kissed Wendy.

Wendy broke the kiss with Maya and then heavily kissed both of the Slaanesh daemons.

"Do I get a kiss too Mistress Wendy?", Potts asked playfully.

Wendy laughed and briefly gave her goon a passionate tongue heavy kiss as well.

Wendy then sauntered over to Matthew and Elizabeth cowering on the floor and helped them to their feet.

Matthew was almost disappointed when the beautiful woman didn't kiss him as well, and he fussed over his urine soaked clothes.

Wendy glanced at the state of Matthew and Elizabeth, and then turned to glance unhappily at the daemon who had humiliated them.

The daemon dropped down to one knee immediately and apologised profusely to Matthew and Elizabeth, fearing the displeasure of its mistress. Wendy Sevenson impatiently shooed the kneeling daemon away from the floor to return to tickling Maya, informing the fearful daemon that it would be punished appropriately at a later more convenient time.

"Mistress Wendy, (haha), my parents, (haha), can they, (haha), stay as, (haha), my guests?", Maya laughed to Wendy.

Wendy smiled indulgently and nodded happily.

"Of course my dear Maya, they can stay anytime. Potts please put them down on the guest list", Wendy said indulgently.

"Yes Mistress Wendy", Potts said and spoke into a vox to arrange this.

The daemons were still tickling Maya constantly, but the tickling was starting to get less over time now, apparently doing "cool-down".

Wendy wet a finger with her mouth and slid the finger inside Maya's vagina without any shame or warning at all!

Maya immediately started to moan in pleasure through her laughter!

Wendy looked Matthew and Elizabeth right in their horrified eyes as she fingered their daughter, and Maya was moaning louder now!

"What are you doing to our little girl?", Elizabeth asked weakly.

"Giving her an orgasm", Wendy said simply.

"In front of us?", Matthew pressed as firmly as he dared.

"Do you want me to stop Maya?", Wendy asked their moaning laughing daughter.

"(Moan), no, (haha), please don't, (moan), stop!", Maya exclaimed desperately.

Wendy shrugged and just kept fingering their daughter in front of them.

Matthew and Elizabeth were mortified as their own daughter loudly orgasmed in front of them, this was humiliating.

Maya was barely laughing anymore now, the daemons barely tickling her at all now with only the lightest brief touches.

"Maya is about to be let out of her chains for 6 minutes. Brace yourselves, this will not be pleasant", Potts warned them.

"(Light giggling), please no, please don't unchain me, can't I just stay in my chains please?", Maya begged frantically.

Maya was ignored and the daemons stopped tickling her completely.

Potts moved forward immediately with a key and started unlocking Maya's chains.

Maya screamed and yelled piercingly!

"No!, Leave me alone!, Don't unchain me!, Stop!", Maya screamed in tears.

Potts was unmoved and completely unchained her, lifting her out of the bondage device and putting her on the floor.

Maya screamed and hyperventilated, and desperately tried to climb back into the bondage device, weeping hoarsely!

Potts dragged her back away and she bit his arm viciously!

"Maya!", Potts protested, letting go of her to fuss over a painful looking bite mark on his arm.

Matthew and Elizabeth raced to embrace their daughter, but she viciously clawed at their faces with her fingernails!

Matthew and Elizabeth pulled back in dismay, Maya was weeping and screaming in a full blown meltdown!

"I will NOT return to freedom!, Chain me back up RIGHT NOW!", Maya screamed hysterically, trying to lock herself back in her chains.

Wendy Sevenson grabbed Maya with astonishing speed and carried her to an empty area of floor a hundred meters away, leaving Matthew and Elizabeth to run after them.

They found Maya curled up in a ball on the open floor of a Slaanesh chapel, weeping in panic and hyperventilating.

"What's wrong with her!", Matthew demanded of Wendy.

"She hates being out of bondage, it is traumatic for her to be free", Wendy explained sympathetically.

Matthew and Elizabeth tried desperately to comfort their daughter, and tried to hug her, but she weakly kicked at them and tried to scratch and bite them!

"You will NOT take me home!", Maya screamed hysterically.

This was absolutely horrible, Maya was crying her eyes out and screaming with trauma.

Maya got up weakly and walked back towards her distant bondage device, crying to be chained up again.

They followed Maya as she weakly walked very slowly, it was distressing to see just how traumatised she clearly was right now.

The minutes dragged on pitifully slowly, Maya screaming the entire time, Matthew and Elizabeth felt completely awful.

It was honestly a mercy when Potts finally announced that the 6 minutes were up. Maya gasped and babbled with relief, climbing into Potts' arms to be carried back the rest of the way to her chains.

"Thank you!", Maya wept as she was chained back up.

"Tickle me!", Maya begged the pair of Slaanesh daemons.

The daemons obliged, and Maya laughed hard, looking the most peaceful she had looked since she was unchained.

Matthew actually felt relief to see her tormented in her chains again, that had been utterly horrible seeing her cry like that.

***…

Maya Janowska the tickle slave was surprised but happy to see her parents again for the first time since becoming a tickle slave, she hadn't seen them in years.

She had recovered now from her daily 6 minute meltdown, and was completely calm and happy in her chains being tickled by the titillatrices.

"I'm so happy you were not hurt by the tyranids, I was very worried about you mummy and daddy", Maya said happily in "laughter talk".

Her parents had obvious difficulty understanding laughter talk, but seemed to catch her meaning well enough.

"We were safe at home, the tyranids didn't get in", her father replied awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable talking to Maya when she was naked and being tickled and sexually interfered with.

"I'm glad you were ok", Maya replied in laughter talk.

"We are glad that Wendy Sevenson kept you safe during the war, we were very worried about you", Maya's mother said.

"It was so horrible Mummy and Daddy, so so horrible, I had to be unchained for over two months!", Maya recounted.

"You were not chained in this dungeon the entire war?", Daddy asked in surprise.

Security Guardsman Potts was still present looking after Maya's parents, (Mistress Wendy had left a few minutes ago), and Security Guardsman Potts spoke at this point.

"We didn't have enough manpower to both protect the building and keep the girls chained up. We had to unchain them. We gave them weapons to help defend the building and these girls helped do tasks", Security Guardsman Potts explained.

"You put our daughter in harm's way", Daddy said angrily.

"She would be dead if we hadn't unchained her and armed her, the girls who died the most died in this dungeon when Nurgle unleashed his power on this building, if the girls had been chained up they would all be dead", Security Guardsman Potts defended himself.

"I killed hundreds of tyranids on the roof", Maya added proudly in laughter talk.

"You did?!", Daddy asked in horror.

"Maya was a great help to me up on the roof, we threw darts down on the tyranids at the base of the building", Security Guardsman Potts agreed proudly.

"Security Guardsman Potts saved my life when rippers came out of the toilets, he was my hero", Maya added in laughter talk.

Daddy and Mummy paused at this, looking at Security Guardsman Potts more kindly.

"So the two of you were a couple?", Mummy asked.

Maya and Security Guardsman Potts glanced at each other uncomfortably.

"I almost lost my job over that, it's against my contract to be in a relationship", Security Guardsman Potts said awkwardly.

"But Maya is a lesbian", Daddy said accusingly.

"During the war things got weird", Maya said awkwardly in laughter talk.

Mummy and Daddy pressed for details mercilessly, and Security Guardsman Potts and Maya took it in turns to explain the short lived relationship.

Maya wasn't embarrassed at all to be violated naked in bondage in front of her parents, but found herself getting strangely shy talking about her former relationship, as the relationship alone was a source of shame in this depraved dungeon.

Mistress Wendy returned while this conversation was continuing, and she cleared her throat unhappily at this topic of conversation.

"Accommodations are being prepared for you, would you like a tour of the building?", Mistress Wendy deliberately changed the subject.

"Can we stay with our daughter?", Daddy asked respectfully but firmly.

"I wouldn't recommend the two of you sleeping in this dungeon, noise marines will rape you in your sleep, plus you won't sleep well in this noisy dungeon anyway", Mistress Wendy apologised.

"Could our daughter come with us in the building?", Daddy asked hopefully.

Maya shook her head in protest, terrified of being removed from her comforting bondage again!

"You know what, it *is* possible to put Maya in a portable bondage rack on wheels and move her around the building with her pair of titillatrix daemonettes tickling her the entire time", Mistress Wendy offered graciously.

Maya nodded approvingly at this suggestion, as long as she was bound in her wonderful colour she was happy enough to be moved around.

"Could she stay with us in our accommodation quarters?", Daddy asked.

"Yes so long as Maya doesn't have her usual routine interrupted. She gets exactly 8 hours of time without being tickled to sleep, so I suggest that you sleep when she sleeps", Mistress Wendy agreed.

"I get night terrors when I sleep ever since my two months out of bondage, I wake up screaming in the night most nights, don't let it alarm you", Maya said in laughter talk.

Mummy and Daddy looked horrified but nodded grimly.

"Before I forget, I got you both a change of clothes", Mistress Wendy told Maya's parents, handing them some clean clothes in their size.

"For your urine", Mistress Wendy added quietly.

Mummy and Daddy embarrassedly took the clean clothes and got changed behind a shelf of sex toys.

Mistress Wendy ordered that a portable bondage rack be brought to her using a vox in her cleavage, as Mummy and Daddy got dressed, and Maya passed the time enjoying her endless tickling.

Mummy and Daddy soon emerged in clean grey clothes, holding their soiled items in their hands, and Mistress Wendy ordered a nearby Security Guardsman to record the clothes as belonging to "guests of Maya Janowska the tickle slave" and get them laundered.

The portable bondage rack on wheels soon arrived, and a group of Security Guardsmen held Maya's arms and legs as she was unchained, with the titillatrices tickling her the entire time to stop her going mental.

Maya was soon chained spread eagle in the portable bondage rack in a position that was slightly more difficult to rape, and was slowly wheeled away with the pair of titillatrices sitting elegantly on the side bars of the rack, stroking her armpits and stomach and sides wonderfully to keep her feeding laughter to Slaanesh.

Maya was quite happy to go on this little adventure, she had her bondage and her titillatrices, everything she needed to enjoy an unprecedented outing from the dungeon to explore the building.

Security Guardsman Potts tilted the angle of the bondage rack forward slightly so that Maya could more easily see, but not so tilted that the titillatrices would fall off, and pushed the wheeled rack for Maya.

Maya laughed happily as she was tickled all over brutally hard, and enjoyed the ride as she was wheeled towards an elevator.

Mummy and Daddy were walking alongside Maya, looking disturbed by everything they passed in the dungeon, and Mistress Wendy led the way smiling happily.

They entered the quiet of the elevator, with only Maya's permanent tickled laughter generating noise in the elevator car, and her parents sighed in relief to be out of the dungeon.

"I will show you to your accommodations first, one of the Security Guardsman quarters recently vacated by a tragic death. It is basic but adequate I hope", Mistress Wendy said, using a palm scanner for elevator control panel access and pressing a floor button on the electronically unlocked control panel.

Mummy and Daddy thanked Mistress Wendy politely, and the elevator rose high up the tall building to one of the barracks levels.

The elevator opened smoothly and Maya was wheeled out, the little group headed down a long branching hallway sided with many many numbered doors to single room quarters.

"You are in room 1013 on the 70th floor, here are a pair of keys with the room number on the key chains in case you forget", Mistress Wendy said, handing the keys to Mummy and Daddy.

"Oh titillatrix, what are you doing to my poor armpit?", Maya laughed in distraction as one of the titillatrices softly nibbled her left armpit in a way that tickled even more terribly than her usual torment.

"Do they never stop tormenting her?", Daddy asked unhappily.

"She is a tickle slave in a sacred fetish choir to feed Blessed Slaanesh, it would be blasphemy to stop without good cause", Mistress Wendy explained apologetically.

"But that's our daughter", Daddy began.

"Stop it Daddy!, I chose this life and consent to this!", Maya chided him in laughter talk.

"You were a brilliant lawyer!, You wasted your entire life and potential", Daddy began.

"Don't start this argument again Daddy!, I told you on my last day of freedom that this was my final choice, I am HAPPY here!", Maya interrupted in laughter talk.

This was an old argument, her parents had never been happy about Maya becoming a sacrificial tickle slave.

"I had a similar disagreement with Maya on this topic, I begged her to reconsider joining my fetish choir, but this is what she wants", Mistress Wendy told Daddy sympathetically.

Mummy and Daddy gasped in surprise.

"You didn't want her to throw away her life like this?", Daddy asked Mistress Wendy.

"I BEGGED Maya not to do this", Mistress Wendy said honestly with obvious feeling.

"Then WHY didn't you stop her!, Why didn't you set her free?!", Daddy exclaimed emotionally.

"Because I love Maya dearly, and when you love someone you sometimes have to accept their life decisions, even if you don't agree with them", Mistress Wendy said bitterly.

Maya was shocked.

"You love me Mistress Wendy?", Maya asked shyly in laughter talk.

"You are a dear friend to me, of course I love you Maya", Mistress Wendy said with feeling.

Maya was genuinely touched by this.

"She was a damn good lawyer before she met you", Daddy said crossly.

"I know she was, that's why she was my personal lawyer, I was not happy to lose her", Mistress Wendy agreed unhappily.

The group reached the room now, and entered, with Maya's rack barely fitting through the door.

It was a normal Security Guardsman sleeping room with a bed just big enough for two people, and enough room for Maya's rack if it was tilted right up to save space. The rack was tilted up and moved against a wall to maximise space, with the titillatrices standing now as they endlessly tickled Maya's naked body.

Mistress Wendy showed Mummy and Daddy the meagre furniture of the room, explaining that they were free to go home to get stuff and come back, telling them that they could stay as long as they liked and come and go freely as they wished!

Maya was astonished by this generosity and commented on it.

"After everything we all went through in that horrible war, I feel like we have all earned a bit of kindness", Mistress Wendy said with her words, but her eyes said something else.

Mistress Wendy's eyes secretly told Maya that this new openness to visitors was because the mad girls had all escaped. Maya understood this perfectly, it would have been a disaster to let relatives visit mad girls, not only because they might help them escape but also because of all the negative publicity if these outraged parents of mad girls then went to the Dark Tropic press!

It would have been a public relations nightmare if the general public had been aware of the mad girls screaming to escape this torture dungeon, the locals might have changed laws to make it illegal or might even have turned violent. Keeping completely willing local girls as tickle slaves was one thing, but keeping *unwilling* local girls was not something the general public would accept!

Now that the mad girls had escaped and would presumably tell people about the abuses they suffered, Mistress Wendy was facing a public relations disaster once the distraction of the war calmed down.

It was now in Mistress Wendy's best interests to allow her current entirely willing tickle slaves to finally regain contact with their families, to personally tell their families that they all eagerly wanted to be here, lessening the public outcry by confusing the story. Maya had little doubt that reporters would demand to talk to the willing tickle slaves too, and Mistress Wendy would need the tens of thousands of entirely willing and enthusiastic tickle slaves to reassure the reporters that they were happy here.

Maya nodded subtly to Mistress Wendy, highly intelligent enough to piece all of this together from just a hint in Mistress Wendy's eyes, and Mistress Wendy subtly nodded back.

Maya and Mistress Wendy knew each other very well, knew how each other thought, and could communicate a lot without actually saying a word.

Mummy and Daddy were oblivious to this nonverbal exchange, and thanked Mistress Wendy.

"Maya can stay here against this wall when she is in the room with her, but the titillatrix daemonettes MUST accompany her at all times when she is awake to tickle her", Mistress Wendy said calmly but adamantly.

Mummy and Daddy nodded unhappily at the mention of the titillatrices.

"The titillatrices will NOT harm you in any way", Mistress Wendy added coldly, turning to the titillatrix who had tickled and humiliated Mummy and Daddy.

The titillatrices both nodded fearfully in agreement.

Mistress Wendy invited the group to continue the tour of the building, and Maya's rack was wheeled back outside and tilted back nearly horizontally to let the titillatrices sit on the sides again to more easily tickle Maya.

Maya laughed frantically as the one on the left nibbled her armpit again, having fun.

The tour continued, going from floor to floor, not visiting every floor, just a selection of the more interesting floors, especially the grandest dungeons and worship monuments to Slaanesh, floor after floor of dungeons full of laughing tickle slaves in bondage.

"Is there only dungeons and suffering in this building?", Mummy asked in dismay after visiting yet another magnificent dungeon level full of screaming laughing naked slave girls.

"This tower is mostly dedicated to the fetish choir dungeons, it is a sacred worship monument to Blessed Slaanesh", Mistress Wendy explained apologetically.

"You could try the landfill floor", Maya suggested jokingly in laughter talk.

Maya's parents jumped on this joking suggestion, strangely eager to see even a landfill rather than another sacred dungeon.

Mistress Wendy looked put out but reluctantly agreed, taking them in the elevator to the dedicated rubbish dump floor.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a floor littered everywhere with multicoloured drifts of old broken synthetic feathers and boxes of junk piled against walls. The air smelled like dust and mildew and faint decay, and was eerily quiet for a floor in this laughter filled building.

The group walked out into a feather littered maze of branching hallways and corridors, with some open areas of decommissioned tickle dungeons that had had most of the equipment salvaged and been used as storage areas for broken junk. Many of the corridors were piled so high with boxes and junk and trash that they were completely impassible, and even the open corridors and hallways had a lot of boxes piled up against walls in odd places.

"What in the warp is this place?", Daddy asked in wonder.

"This is the landfill", Maya said happily in laughter talk.

"Why don't you dispose of this stuff outside?", Daddy asked.

"Mostly I do, this is just a dumping ground for stuff that I can't find the right recycling bin for, general purpose landfill costs a fortune on this planet", Mistress Wendy said happily.

Daddy got overly excited looking through one of the decommissioned dungeons at the broken bondage equipment. Maya and Mummy sighed, they would be here all day!

"This can be profitably salvaged, this too, and this", Daddy said, digging through the junk.

"What?, It can be?", Mistress Wendy said awkwardly as Daddy rifled through her trash.

"I'm sorry Mistress Wendy, Daddy works in the middle executive level management of a recycling company", Maya apologised in laughter talk,

Mistress Wendy looked very happy at this news.

"If you can get rid of this junk for free then it's yours", Mistress Wendy told Daddy enthusiastically.

"Are you sure?", Daddy made sure.

"I have been trying to get rid of this junk for years, please do get rid of it", Mistress Wendy insisted.

"I will get a work crew together as soon as I can when I go back to the office, and we will salvage all the material we profitably can", Daddy agreed in a businesslike tone.

"When are you going back to work?", Mistress Wendy asked curiously.

"I will visit the office tomorrow, but we will be very busy for a while salvaging all the battle detritus before we can get to your own scrap here", Daddy explained.

"I imagine that the salvage business will be doing very well right now", Mistress Wendy chuckled.

"We are going to make an absolute fortune this quarter, the exposed rebar and structural steel alone out in the streets will be very profitable to recycle", Daddy agreed happily.

Maya was still laughing loudly this entire time, and her laughter seemed to be attracting attention from some of the inhabitants of the landfill floor.

A huge Night Lord neophyte turned a corner pushing a bizarre mechanical fully enclosed armoured pram of some sort, flanked by a young woman in a full body nun habit and headdress and huge bulky looking shoes, followed by a blue feather-haired mutant teenage boy in black civilian clothes and a mutant four year old in a bright pink dress and the same mutations, both youngsters having razor clawed bare bird feet rather than human feet.

Behind this little family followed some older women in nun habits pushing more conventional types of prams, all carrying whips and canes and looking extremely severe and stern and strict.

The neophyte and the strict looking women in nun habits all gasped in offended shock at Maya being tickled naked in bondage by the six breasted titillatrices wearing only loincloths themselves, and immediately began to loudly complain about this "utter filth".

The young woman in the nun habit and big shoes said nothing, and Maya suddenly recognised the woman's face, it was Violet.

The neophyte was Franklin, the strict women were some of Franklin's harem of dominatrix-like nuns, and the two mutants were Violet's children. Apparently the family was out for a walk with the kids, chaperoned by nuns.

Mummy and Daddy looked very alarmed as the massive neophyte Franklin growled savagely at Maya, and Mistress Wendy intervened immediately, stepping between Maya and Franklin.

"Calm down Franklin, we are just passing through", Mistress Wendy said soothingly.

"Cover that woman up immediately!", Franklin snarled like a hateful savage beast.

"I can help cover her", Violet's teenage mutant son offered shyly, and walked towards Maya on the pretext of covering her.

The teenage boy reached Maya and climbed on top of her, pulling down his pants and putting his slightly erect penis in her pussy, the entire thing a ruse just to fuck her…

Daddy shouted even more loudly than Franklin and the nuns, and Daddy tried to grab the teenager off the defenceless badly tickled Maya.

Pink Slaanesh psychic power suddenly glowed around the blue feathered head of Violet's son, and Daddy stumbled down to sit on the floor, stunned by some mild spell!

Maya called frantically to her father in laughter talk, worried about his safety!

"He's fine", the teenage boy told Maya tersely and continued raping her as pandemonium reigned.

"But MUM!", the teenage boy suddenly protested for some reason, slowing down in raping Maya.

"Patrick you are upsetting people, stop raping that tickle slave!", Violet's voice said audibly.

"I will be quick, just let me finish this ONE orgasm!", the teenage boy whined, as though Maya was some electronic game he had been asked to stop playing.

"Listen to your mother", Mistress Wendy lectured the teenage boy "Patrick".

Patrick was clearly reluctant to pull out of Maya, but the levels of nagging and protest was getting steadily worse, and he unhappily pulled out of Maya, pulling up his pants and groping her boobs in compensation.

Maya felt only tickled, not sexually pleasured by this teenage boy, and was physically repelled and violated, not at all enjoying being raped and sexually assaulted by a minor of the wrong gender to her sexual orientation.

"I already pulled out of her, at least let me play with her boobs!", Patrick demanded as the protests continued.

Daddy got to his feet, apparently recovered from the psychic attack, but seemed too fearful to try to touch the boy again.

Maya laughed ticklishly as her poor sensitive boobs were pawed at, and Patrick had a warning glow of pink energy around his head, threatening everyone not to touch him.

Security Guardsman Potts and even Mistress Wendy were staying back away from the truculent teenage psyker, and it was obvious that Patrick was dangerous. Franklin was standing protectively in front of his nuns like a human shield, glaring hatefully, and the titillatrices were completely ignoring Patrick and simply tickling Maya's armpits and sides very badly the entire time, keeping her howling with laughter.

Patrick continued to play with Maya's breasts as this stand-off continued, and he seemed to get horny.

"Fuck you all, I'm finishing my orgasm!", Patrick snapped and pulled down his pants again and resumed raping poor Maya.

Patrick was clearly eager to orgasm inside Maya's pussy, but the levels of nagging and complaining from people was starting to get to him, making him get defensive and lose his momentum.

The nagging and criticism by adults eventually got so bad that Patrick lost his erection, and he bitterly pulled out of Maya, cursing in rebellious teenage defiance as the nagging completely defeated him.

Patrick bitterly jumped off Maya's portable bondage rack and ran away to sulk somewhere, leaving considerable unease in his wake, and the conversation was low and angry as Mummy and Daddy fussed over the raped Maya.

"That boy just raped our daughter!", Daddy exclaimed, as though imagining that Patrick would be criminally charged.

"Not rape Daddy, I signed a sexual consent form, anyone can freely have sex with me", Maya explained in laughter talk.

Daddy was horrified.

"I'm afraid that this is the life of a fetish choir tickle slave, they are freely fucked by everyone to feed Blessed Slaanesh", Mistress Wendy explained diplomatically.

"That's revolting Mother!", Franklin criticised, echoed by similar criticisms from the nuns.

"This is the life I freely chose, it is all perfectly legal", Maya interrupted in laughter talk.

This generated more complaining, and Mistress Wendy struggled to restore calm as even more nuns with babies began to arrive from the noise.

"We should leave this floor, this is never going to end if we stay", Mistress Wendy said eventually.

Security Guardsman Potts turned Maya's portable bondage rack around and headed back to the elevator, forcing Mummy and Daddy to follow as the angry protests by nuns continued.

"Well that was the landfill floor", Security Guardsman Potts chuckled as they left the floor.

***…

Adolf Sevenson was howling with laughter and trying not to wet himself as Octavia used an electric toothbrush on his bare feet.

Adolf was laying on his stomach, and rolled up tightly inside a carpet that had been taped with duct tape to keep the roll in place wrapped many times around him, with only his head and his feet poking out of the ends of the carpet roll, his arms pressed firmly against his sides by the tightly rolled carpet!

The thing about tightly rolled carpet was that it had a lot of friction so that you couldn't wiggle your way out of it, and it was also very stiff and resistant to bending when it was rolled around you several times, so that you couldn't even bend your legs in the carpet, it was as stiff and unyielding as a metal pipe, but it wrapped snuggly around the contours of your body, trapping you in place so that you couldn't move.

Adolf laughed himself silly as he felt that damn electric toothbrush spin it's bristles against his feet, unable to even kick his feet around in this carpet roll.

Adolf couldn't see anything from his vantage point, he could only feel the spinning bristles on his feet and toes without being able to see or anticipate where the horrible bristles would go. Sometimes Octavia would take away the toothbrush just for a moment to mess with him and give him hope, before returning the bristles again in a different spot.

Adolf just had to hold off using his safe word until the end of the day, and then he would be able to enjoy the sexual fantasy they had all rehearsed yesterday. Unfortunately he was submissive to Octavia for the entire day until then, and she wasn't making it easy to endure without saying his safe word.

Adolf would be cooked to death being tickled inside this carpet if the inside layer of the carpet didn't contain a system of thin water tubes hooked up to a cooling system. This carpet roll was specifically designed by the diabolical bondage device tradesmen who worked in a basement workshop of this tower during peacetime, and was specifically designed years ago to contain Octavia or Mistress Wendy without them overheating as the other tickled their feet.

The cooling system of thin flexible plastic tubes in the carpet did wonders to draw out the considerable trapped heat, and felt wonderful on his skin. The carpet roll was slightly short for Adolf's height, so that some of his shoulders poked out the top, the carpet designed for the height of Octavia and Mistress Wendy, but he was still completely trapped inside it nonetheless.

"I'm going to wet myself if you do it that hard!", Adolf warned Octavia desperately, very aware of the urine in his bladder.

"I don't mind if you wet yourself, feel free", Octavia replied teasingly, not stopping even slightly!

Adolf groaned in misery through his laughter, utterly sick of this cruel tickle freak being so merciless.

Adolf wasn't hard at all, his penis kept in chastity until tonight by his daemonic wedding ring "The Chaste Submissive Husband", and his balls were currently the fullest they had been since he officially married Mistress Wendy.

Mistress Wendy knew how important tonight's sexual fantasy was for Adolf, and had mercifully ordered that he not cum even once today until the fantasy, sparing him from the usual "empty testicles torture" that Mistress Wendy loved to inflict on him every day.

Adolf was full of cum, well rested, and ready to go. He just had to endure a day of submission to Octavia without saying his safe word.

The horrible spinning bristles of the electric toothbrush explored around between his toes, and he roared with laughter, bladder tightening terribly!

"Mercy PLEASE Mistress Octavia!", Adolf begged frantically.

"Nope", Octavia replied sadistically and kept tormenting him.

Adolf tried wiggling and thrashing to escape the carpet but it was useless.

He tried yet again to roll the carpet from side to side, but the worn old wooden wedges wedged under both sides of the carpet roll were too high and wide to roll over or knock sideways, and he couldn't move enough to roll with any strength anyway.

Adolf slammed his face down into the padded soft mat placed on the floor between his head and the hard floor, unable to even knock himself out to end his suffering, and simply laughed in torment.

The only thing that would make Octavia stop was saying the safe word, nothing else he did would spare him.

Adolf would cry himself to sleep if he said his safe word and lost sex privileges on the day of his sexual fantasy, and so he just endured one minute at a time of Octavia's sadistic cruelty.

A second electric toothbrush suddenly joined the first!

Adolf wept with laughter, so tormented by this aggravating sensation.

A third and fourth electric toothbrush suddenly joined the first two!?, How was that possible?

"Hello husband", the seductive voice of Mistress Wendy purred cruelly from the direction of Adolf's feet, and he understood that now he had two tickle freaks to deal with rather than just one.

"Hello my love", Adolf said as well as he could through his laughter.

The four electric toothbrushes were absolutely horrible, two of them wielded with hideous skilfulness!

Octavia and Mistress Wendy didn't say anything, just silently tormenting him, and Adolf laughed in complete misery and despair.

With Mistress Wendy present he had not a hope of mercy, Mistress Wendy was utterly sadistic even by the standards of his kinky bedmates, the most ruthless sadist in the group marriage.

The Slaanesh Champion was preternaturally skilful in inflicting any extreme sensation on the bodies of other people, and could torment or pleasure you harder than anyone else could. Mistress Wendy gave the hardest orgasms to you, but she also tickled you the hardest, and she was devoid of mercy, delighting in pushing you far beyond your limits to feed both her own sadism and her cruel god Slaanesh.

Adolf just pressed the side of his face against the floor mat and laughed in torment, knowing that mercy was out of his reach.

The spinning bristles dug into some horribly sensitive secret spot on his toes, and Adolf lost all control of his bladder, wetting himself heavily, unable to stop pissing as soon as it started, involuntarily peeing himself empty!

"I wet myself!", Adolf informed the pair of sadists.

Mistress Wendy and Octavia laughed and playfully taunted him, not even slowing down in using the electric toothbrushes.

The hot urine soaked the carpet against his skin, and quickly became cold clammy urine as the cooling system tubes drew away the heat, leaving him dreadfully uncomfortable inside the carpet roll.

The women were teasing and taunting him as they continued to torment his feet, but Adolf couldn't even hear the words over his own laughter.

For a while it just continued, his feet tingling horribly for minutes on end as the Slaanesh worshipping sadists enthusiastically tortured him the way Slaanesh worshipping sadists do, and Adolf had no choice but to endure all of it, a tortured submissive toy for the girls to play with as much as they liked.

Adolf didn't even bother to try begging for mercy, begging would only make them want to tickle him even harder. This torture was horrible but it wouldn't kill him, he would survive this even if every single second sucked.

Maybe ten minutes later, though it was hard to tell the true passage of time during torment, Mistress Wendy suddenly announced that she was moving to Adolf's head, and the most intolerable pair of electric toothbrushes suddenly stopped.

Adolf bent his neck around to see Mistress Wendy in her usual dominatrix gear walking towards his head.

Mistress Wendy knelt down elegantly to rest on her booted shins in front of his face, and reached out with her nimble fingers to stroke his neck!

The sensation of her soft feminine fingers stroking his neck with expert skill was unendurable, the most horrible jumpy tickling feeling, like electric shocks through his jumpy tormented body.

Adolf screamed with laughter, trying to flick his neck around to escape her fingers, but her fingers followed his neck relentlessly, never losing their spot no matter what he did!

Adolf looked up pleadingly to his beloved wife for mercy, her face smiling gleefully above her monstrous breasts, her body sexy as fuck, her face so completely gorgeous.

Mistress Wendy bared her teeth in a sadistic sneer, looking deeply pleasured by his suffering, and she winked at him fondly and tickled his neck all the harder!

"Please no more", Adolf moaned, Octavia was still using electric toothbrushes on his feet as well this entire time.

"Aw, "no more, no more", poor husband, trapped inside that carpet, unable to make us stop", Mistress Wendy taunted sensually, her gorgeous jaded Slaaneshi face smiling in debauched pleasure.

"It tickles SO BAD Mistress Wendy!", Adolf pleaded.

"I should certainly hope so, that's my goal after all", Mistress Wendy purred playfully.

"Why are you doing this?", Adolf lamented in self pity.

"Because I am a colossal sadist, you cannot imagine just how much pleasure I get from making you suffer my love", Mistress Wendy admitted happily.

"But wouldn't you prefer an orgasm Mistress Wendy?", Adolf pleaded through his laughter.

"It's not an either/or situation, I enjoy a broad selection of different pleasures in a single day. Right now I am enjoying sadism, earlier chained up in the bath I enjoyed masochism, and later I will enjoy orgasms. I get to enjoy every pleasure", Mistress Wendy said happily, still tickling his neck terribly.

"I can't stand this!, If I wasn't restrained right now I would run away!", Adolf exclaimed wretchedly, laughing in torment that he hated and couldn't endure.

"You tickled me even harder in the bath this morning. Remember how you used those soapy scrubbing brushes on my breasts for five minutes straight?, That tickled me FAR worse than what I am doing to your neck right now", Mistress Wendy informed him.

"Impossible Mistress Wendy, you didn't even beg for mercy", Adolf disagreed in torment.

"I never beg for mercy, but I still felt those brushes on my tits. I am FAR more ticklish than you are husband, you are not even capable of experiencing this sensation even a quarter as much as I feel it. You tortured me exquisitely, I loved every second of it", Mistress Wendy said jadedly.

"I don't like it at all", Adolf pleaded, going crazy from his neck and his feet in this carpet roll.

"You have your safe word", Mistress Wendy smiled, bending right down and sliding her body back so that his face was pressed against her intimidatingly large cleavage.

Mistress Wendy kissed the top of his head as he laughed into her breasts.

Adolf couldn't see a thing with his face pressed into her giant plunging cleavage, and could only smell the erotic fragrance she liked to perfume her cleavage with.

For not the first time, Adolf marvelled that this impossibly sexy woman was his wife. This woman was pure masturbation fuel, a huge breasted nymphomaniac with vast wealth and a charming personality. Adolf had hit the cosmic jackpot, the odds against him becoming the husband of Wendy Sevenson were astronomical.

Adolf had won the lottery of fate, he had been in exactly the right place at exactly the right time to be captured unconscious by the Sevenson Night Lords, kept in stasis in Liling's apothecarium without being harvested for organs or tortured by Liling for fun. He had then been even luckier when Liling forgot to minde-wipe his brain and used his body as a host for Octavia's soul.

Being Octavia's host body for quite some time had allowed the usually cold and distant Mistress Wendy to feel a bond of romantic association with Adolf's body, giving him the chance to use this romantic association in her mind for his own advantage once he was free of Octavia's soul. The path of fate that had allowed Adolf to meet, woo and marry Mistress Wendy had been incredibly improbable, and Adolf suspected that this was the Emperor's doing to set this all in motion.

Adolf had a deep and intimate bond with Mistress Wendy and Octavia, having gotten to experience their relationship as a spectator when Octavia possessed his body. He understood how both these women thought and acted, especially Octavia, and he knew their hearts or at least he thought he did. This knowledge had allowed him to enter the marriage as a third spouse with minimum friction, having a rare insight that few other men had to understand his female romantic partners.

Adolf laughed hard into Mistress Wendy's cleavage, utterly tormented by these two women he understood so well. Adolf had achieved every goal he had strived for, marrying into this insanely sexy harem of kinky girls, but it unfortunately came with a price, which he was paying right now with his suffering trapped in this carpet roll.

Octavia and Mistress Wendy wouldn't permanently harm him, but they would very gleefully drive him nearly insane with suffering. And Adolf had absolutely no choice but to endure this suffering if he wanted to keep these women, there was no way out of it, these Slaanesh worshipping kinky women expected and demanded to torment their sexual partners.

Adolf was just glad that it wasn't ball busting games today, that was a million times worse!

Come to think of it, he was also glad that he wasn't being tortured with a drinking straw jammed down his penis hole and having stinging grapefruit juice poured down it!

Actually…

Adolf's mind filled with memories of truly hideous things that had been done to him by his harem, shocking types of torture that caused terrible pain and distress. When all the different types of torture were listed together, it was a wonder that Adolf hadn't been tortured to death already!

Adolf was actually extremely fortunate that these Slaanesh worshipping women were such hardcore tickling fetishists rather than just conventional Slaanesh sadists, it could be SO much worse than this if they had been like Liling!

He had not been cut open, was not flogged as badly as he could be, he didn't have his private parts electrocuted (very often), he wasn't tortured with red hot irons, wasn't forced to have gay sex for the sadistic amusement of his women, heck the list went on and on.

Adolf had been extremely lucky to find a Slaanesh champion who had a fetish so relatively benign, it was extremely aggravating being tickled abusive amounts, but at least the fetish wasn't something far more fucked up like Liling's surgery fetish!

Ok, so Adolf was being tormented right now and it sucked, but it could be a lot worse.

Tonight he would get to act out his sexual fantasy, it would be so fun and so pleasurable, he just needed to endure until then without saying his safe word.

Adolf still couldn't see a thing with his face in Mistress Wendy's cleavage, and he was still trapped in the urine soaked carpet roll, the two women driving him crazy. His penis was completely limp from his ring and he wasn't aroused, this simply sucked for him.

Adolf decided to take his mind off how bad this was by talking to Mistress Wendy to pass the time quicker.

"I love you Mistress Wendy", Adolf began.

"I love you too Adolf", Mistress Wendy replied automatically, seemingly said out of habit as a reflex reaction.

"I love you Mistress Wendy", Adolf said again to test if she was actually paying attention.

"You just told me that, I love you too you silly man", Mistress Wendy chuckled, clearly paying attention as she stroked his neck.

"I'm looking forward to tonight", Adolf said into her cleavage through his tormented laughter.

"I'm happy to indulge your fantasy, it will certainly be interesting", Mistress Wendy replied fondly, in a kind tone as though she wasn't currently torturing him.

"I have been memorising what you want me to say tonight", Octavia added from down behind Adolf's feet.

"I have my lines all memorised too", Mistress Wendy agreed happily.

"This is going to be amazing", Adolf deliberately psyched himself up, trying to take his mind off his suffering.

Mistress Wendy pulled her cleavage out of his face, getting up off her stomach on the floor, and pulled off her G string.

Mistress Wendy sat on the floor facing him with her legs spread, and scooted forward until her bare pussy was in Adolf's face, laying back and getting comfortable, no longer tickling his neck.

Adolf knew his duty and put his laughing mouth on her pussy, his feet and toes still enduring Octavia's electric toothbrushes, and he licked as well as he could under the terrible distraction of Octavia.

Mistress Wendy groaned in pleasure, and Adolf nibbled the soft wet anatomy with his laughing mouth.

Mistress Wendy had been systematically training Adolf as her submissive ever since she first became romantically involved with him, and had been building his discipline and training him to perform oral sex on women even when he was being tickled half insane. Mistress Wendy was a very cruel mistress who brooked no failure, and she had been very successful at motivating Adolf to learn with severe punishments for failure.

All of this strict training was really paying off, and Adolf was able to eat the clean soft warm wet pussy even as he was tormented by Octavia.

Mistress Wendy was moaning harder now, and Adolf shook and twisted his mouth all around to get at different angles of attack, driving her crazy.

Adolf used his nose to penetrate her, rubbing his nose upwards to rub on the top of her pussy and into her clitoris.

Mistress Wendy gasped and groaned, and Adolf felt empowered to lick her wet pussy out like a dog lapping up water, his nose still grinding into her clitoris.

"Oh Slaanesh Adolf!, What are you doing down there?", Mistress Wendy moaned deeply in pleasure.

Adolf looked up to try to see her face, but her huge black leather clad tits blocked his line of sight so he couldn't see her face.

Mistress Wendy certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, and Adolf redoubled his assault on her moist soft anatomy.

The pussy was completely clean shaven, not even the hint of a bristle against his face, and his own completely beardless and smooth face slid effortlessly over the wet skin and soft flappy bits.

Adolf wished Octavia would leave his poor feet alone, but he was so well disciplined by his merciless Mistress Wendy that his laughing mouth just kept eating the pussy despite his suffering.

Mistress Wendy was making a variety of loud noises as Adolf explored her soft wet floppy bits with his lips and tongue, and her dominant strong hands reached down to grip his hair in ecstasy.

Adolf got a bit confused remembering what all of these soft wet floppy bits were called sometimes, labia something or other, but whatever they were called, Mistress Wendy sure went crazy when he played with them.

"Oh Adolf!, You are so naughty", Mistress Wendy moaned deeply in obvious approval.

Adolf got silly and tried blowing air inside her to inflate her pussy like a balloon, and Mistress Wendy chuckled, flicking his ear playfully in reprimand.

Adolf's laughing mouth was lifted up by Mistress Wendy's grip on his head, and pressed into her enlarged clitoris.

Mistress Wendy had a very large clitoris, swollen by Slaanesh to experience more pleasure, but not so big that it was gross, just sexy big rather than ugly big. Adolf licked this engorged bean with long licks using the whole length of his tongue, and Mistress Wendy went completely crazy with moaning.

"YES!, YES!, YES!", Mistress Wendy screamed loudly, writhing with pleasure.

Adolf did other things with his tongue, licking in circles around the edges, flicking it with his tongue, licking from different angles, and Mistress Wendy screamed with pleasure.

The pussy was so wet that it was overflowing, and looked ready to erupt with squirt at any moment, she was breathing heavily.

"Octavia stop for a while, I need his full attention", Mistress Wendy groaned in order.

"As you wish my love", Octavia said and pulled away the hated electric toothbrushes, leaving his poor feet and toes alone.

With no hideous tickling to distract him, Adolf focused completely on the clitoris, and showed off with his skills, making Mistress Wendy gasp hoarsely.

Adolf put his lips to the clitoris and took advantage of his male strength to suck harder than even Belzevelle could, threatening to suck the clitoris out of its socket.

Mistress Wendy screamed piercingly with pleasure as the clitoris stretched into his mouth, elongating slightly and some usually hidden lengths of it dragged out of the hidden depths they usually lurked in, letting his lips caress this extra few millimetres of hidden clitoris to pleasure it as well.

The noises emanating from Mistress Wendy were quite indescribable, her pleasure obviously far beyond anything Adolf had ever felt himself.

Adolf was in no hurry to return to the tickling, and slowed right down, edging Mistress Wendy.

"Don't tease me!", Mistress Wendy groaned, slapping him dominantly in punishment.

Adolf reluctantly resumed his speed, trying with maximum strength to basically suck her clitoris out of its socket, giving his strong jaw muscles a cramp.

The clitoris was pulled inside his mouth by the hard suction, and his tongue rubbed the tip of the clitoris that stretched past his lips.

Mistress Wendy screamed with deafening volume and her overflowing pussy suddenly had an energetic eruption all over his chin and neck in a spray of squirt.

Adolf didn't stop, and Mistress Wendy was soon having multiples.

Adolf just kept her orgasming, the longer she orgasmed the longer he escaped being tormented.

He just had to suck that clitoris like his life depended on it for as long as he could.

***…

Adolf Sevenson wept tears of thankful glorious relief when he finally made it the entire day without saying his safe word, today had been very hard to endure.

His jaw muscles hurt so badly, from giving Mistress Wendy hard oral for so long to spare himself tickling, that he had been given a pain killing drug just to function normally.

Mistress Wendy had stayed for as long as she could spare getting oral sex from Adolf, but she had eventually stopped slacking off from her work and had left Adolf to the mercy of Octavia. The rest of the day had not been fun, Octavia had kept him in that carpet roll and had tickled him so much that he had vomited, and hadn't even stopped tickling him after he puked everywhere, leaving his laughing crying face sitting in a puddle of vomit in wretched suffering!

It really was a testament to the skilful discipline training of Mistress Wendy that Adolf had managed to endure to the end without saying his safe word, Adolf truly was amazed by his performance as a submissive, he could endure literal torture now without cracking!

Being the submissive husband of a Dominatrix Slaanesh Champion certainly wasn't for the faint hearted, he was literally tortured so much that he was so used to it that he didn't crack!

His suffering was over now, drugs soothed his pain and discomfort, he was all cleaned up, and he now got to enjoy the fun aspect of being married to a Slaanesh Champion.

The baby was being minded by amused looking Night Lords, Franklin was very deliberately denied access to the room tonight, and everything was prepared.

The set was all prepared, a curtained off area of improvised curtains, consisting of Slaanesh symbol engraved bedsheets with sinister kinky flesh hooks stabbed through the sheets to hang them from bondage harness rings in the ceiling. The improvised curtains had more flesh hooks stabbed into them lower down to hang imperial wall decorations off, and had fake windows and doors formed of large squares and rectangles of fabric, also hung off the curtains with fetish flesh hooks.

The inside of the set had a large bondage bed with the chains and restraints removed as much as possible to look like a normal wholesome bed, and had random bits of the most wholesome furniture he could find, complete with the most wholesome lamps he could find, the lighting as bright as Mistress Wendy could endure.

The set looked suspiciously like a section of Slaaneshi bondage dungeon trying unsuccessfully to masquerade as a non-kinky apartment, and none of the furniture looked right. Adolf had to rely on his imagination to pretend that he wasn't in fact inside his usual dungeon of sexual suffering.

This sexual fantasy was surprisingly tame and not at all kinky. When you were the chained up submissive plaything of Slaanesh worshipping sadists in a kinky dungeon, the wildest most unattainable fantasy was to just have normal sex in a place that wasn't a creepy torture dungeon. Adolf desired to not be a submissive in his fantasy, and just have sex without bondage or suffering or anything else like that, with his sadistic dominatrix and fellow submissives pretending to just be normal women for a change.

The girls were all dressed up in the costumes, conservative dresses that struggled to contain the boobs of Mistress Wendy and Octavia, big church hats on their heads, the makeup toned right down so that they didn't look like complete brazen whores for a change.

They still looked suspiciously like a pair of insanely big breasted Slaanesh worshipping fuck-toys and a grey skinned dark eldar, even in the costumes, the characteristic jaded debauched resting facial expressions of the two Slaanesh worshippers being especially hard to hide regardless of their costumes. Slaanesh worshipping women tended to have a characteristic jaded facial expression that gave them away, a lifetime of pushing the boundaries of sexual pleasure to ever more ludicrous extremes made them look debauched and depraved, you could just see it in their faces that they were complete nymphomaniacs.

Adolf himself was wearing the plainest clothing he could find, the sort of clothing any working class imperial factory worker might wear to work, and he at least looked the part even if the girls didn't.

Adolf sighed and turned to the girls, who were all looking at him expectantly with their jaded faces, their eyes slightly glazed by their lives of pleasure and excess, like tired whores who just couldn't stop even though they were permanently slightly exhausted…

Adolf shook himself, and deliberately forced himself to imagine those jaded faces looking chaste and pure and normal. Adolf got his mind in character, he was a factory worker in a hive city, coming home from work to his three wives.

Adolf got as much in the zone as he could, and nodded to Mistress Wendy that he was ready.

The erotic beautiful debauched face of his dominatrix wife nodded encouragingly with an amused but slightly jaded smile, and Adolf suddenly felt his daemon ring change to unlock his usual sexual responses.

Adolf got an erection almost immediately, going from completely asexual to fully sexual in the presence of these gorgeous nymphomaniacs was always a bit disconcerting for his poor penis. Lust for these women flooded through him as he became so erect that it was uncomfortable to walk with pants on, and Adolf adjusted his clothes to be slightly more comfortable.

Adolf centred himself with effort and got fully in character.

The factory worker Adolf was entering the room through the pretend door, closing the fake door behind him.

In the apartment were his 3 insanely beautiful wives, all dressed conservatively.

The furniture looked like repurposed dungeon furniture, but he deliberately ignored this, he was an imperial citizen, not a submissive dungeon plaything!

Adolf exchanged greetings with his wives, they were all so pleased to see him, they all praised him wonderfully, made him feel good.

Adolf moved to his beautiful wives, and kissed their jaded listless debauched faces, pretending that they didn't look like pleasure blasted whores, imagining that they looked virginal and pious.

His wives kissed him back with far too much sensuality and tongue to be anything close to virginal, and Adolf pretended that they were being more reserved in how they kissed him.

More dialogue followed, the exact words not so important as the scene these words set, the words reinforced the fantasy that they were all imperial citizens and about to have just normal sex, they were not at all in a creepy sex dungeon on a daemon world in the chaos hells, they were safe and secure on Temperis.

Adolf kissed his wives again, and began to move them to the bed, his erection desperate to escape now.

He took off their conservative church hats, revealing their shockingly beautiful faces in more detail, and kissed them down into the mattress one by one, ignoring the moaning.

Adolf tugged at their clothes, stripping their sexy perfect bodies down to their underwear, bras struggling to hold bulging breasts, panties already soaked with sexual wetness. Octavia squealed with ticklish laughter as she was undressed, as insanely sensitive as the Slaaneshi tickle slave she was, but Adolf ignored this too.

The girls lay passively on the bed in their underwear just as Adolf had fantasised, just chaste women patiently waiting on the bed for their husband.

Adolf undressed himself, stripping himself naked, and lay among the girls, kissing them in their underwear and holding their intensely fuckable soft warm bodies against himself, not in any hurry as he kissed and held them one by one, in his own personal heaven.

The pleasure blasted sluts looked bored and utterly unimpressed by this extremely reserved lovemaking so far, but clearly loved Adolf enough to do this for him even if they found it boring, and Adolf pretended not to notice.

Belzevelle in particular was getting noticeably flustered as the heavy kissing in her underwear continued, her mating instincts still convinced that Adolf was her mate, and she was getting extremely horny, rubbing her panty covered pussy against him instinctively.

Adolf unhooked Belzevelle's bra and removed it, revealing her (relatively) small elegant grey skinned flawless breasts, and he held and massaged her breasts eagerly.

"Oh Adolf, you are making me go crazy, I'm SO horny!", Belzevelle moaned desperately.

"Relax my wife, the fun has only just begun", Adolf said in character.

Belzevelle closed her eyes desperately and nodded, resisting her urge to copulate with him as he played with her breasts.

Adolf gave Belzevelle one last kiss and turned his attention to Octavia, making Belzevelle groan loudly in sexual frustration.

The astonishingly beautiful Octavia looked horny but bored as Adolf leaned in to kiss her, and Adolf unhooked her straining strapless bra with difficulty, tickling her without meaning to as he fumbled with the undergarment.

The bra catapulted away from the pressure when he managed to unhook it, the monstrously huge tits stuffed inside the bra propelling it into his chest in a way that was very impressive.

Adolf gazed down at the unnaturally large perfect breasts on this unnaturally beautiful woman, and noticed that her huge tits were actually smaller than usual, shrunk down by her daemon ring to fit inside her costume.

Adolf had to remind himself to use his imagination to imagine that he was in the sexual fantasy setting, and to imagine that this perfectly fuckable dissolute Slaanesh worshipping whore was in fact a normal and chaste emperor worshipping wife.

Octavia's intoxicatingly erotic face had a look of bored sensual excess in her stupid slutty brown eyes, not at all the look of any normal woman in the imperium of man, her entire soul lost in the depraved lust of Slaanesh. This woman had been unconscionably sadistic to Adolf today, tickling him well past the point of making him puke, and she wasn't even remorseful, considering excessively torturing her lovers to be a boringly normal act of affection…

Adolf shied away slightly from Octavia, as though seeing her for the first time as some inhuman depraved creature of hell, which in every respect she was. This sexual fantasy was having the unintended consequence of opening his eyes to just how spiritually sick his lovers were, this level of depravity was really demonic!

Adolf shook himself, snapping himself out of this. He knew full well that these women were utterly depraved creatures of the terrible lust god Slaanesh, he lived in their dungeon as a sexually and physically abused submissive plaything, it was far too late to be having misgivings all of a sudden.

Adolf forced himself to regain his composure, and he leaned down to kiss Octavia's jaded intoxicating face, pretending that she was her role in this fantasy.

Octavia enthusiastically returned the kiss, and he reached down to play with her breasts…

Laughter exploded out of the stupidly ticklish Octavia as he handled her divine warm spongy breasts, immediately spoiling the fantasy somewhat, and he irritably turned to Wendy before the fantasy was ruined even more.

Wendy was utterly sexy in her black underwear, her strapless black bra struggling to hold back her swollen breasts. The bra was completely soaked with milk…

Wendy looked apologetically down at her bra, nonverbally apologising for ruining the fantasy with her milk.

Adolf nodded and sighed, leaning down to kiss his wife.

Wendy was far more intelligent than the other bedmates, and did a far better job of acting her role in the fantasy, even affecting a working class Temperis accent for him, and he was actually able to live the fantasy properly with her. She was also better at hiding the jaded depravity from her face, pretending to look chaste and virtuous as though she had a little halo over her head.

Adolf left her bra on, and pulled off her conservative panties instead, immediately noticing that her panties were soaking wet.

Adolf didn't rush to penetrate Wendy, instead pulling the panties off Belzevelle and Octavia first.

He did not mount any of the women, simply laying among them, surrounded on both sides by his naked women, with only Wendy wearing her bra to prevent a milk disaster.

Adolf felt very comfortable pressed in on both sides by his gorgeous women, and drew them in close to press against him, kissing them one by one, the girls crawling over each other to get equal access to him.

Wendy praised him in character with the fantasy, improvising lines perfectly, and Adolf truly felt like he was inside his sexual fantasy world, in an apartment on Temperis with 3 wives and no life of torture.

Adolf sighed in utter joy and completion, and focused on Wendy, kissing her heavily and climbing on top of her.

The kissing on top of Wendy went for ages, not rushing to start sex, but building organically to it with a lot of foreplay. Belzevelle and Octavia pressed in on both sides as he lay on top of Wendy, and he periodically kissed both of them heavily as he got more and more excited.

The penetration happened naturally, not at all rushed or forced, and Adolf slid easily inside Wendy's copiously lubricated vagina, sighing in perfect contentment at this lovely situation.

Adolf's balls were full without pain, he felt great, (no thanks to Octavia and the electric toothbrushes), and he just enjoyed the journey, not wanting to arrive at climax any time soon.

Adolf felt fantastic as he had completely normal sex with Wendy, occasionally kissing Belzevelle and Octavia as he very slowly thrust inside Wendy in the missionary position.

Wendy's bra was soaked, and she eventually removed it, holding her breasts hard against his chest to try to reduce the resulting milk spray. Adolf ignored the warm milk on his chest, and made the sweetest most tender love to Wendy for ages.

Maybe 30 minutes later Adolf climaxed blissfully in a heavenly rush of pleasure inside Wendy, and pulled out of her after a long tender kiss, moving to focus on the now utterly impatient looking Belzevelle.

Belzevelle was frantic to be penetrated, and was extremely aggressive when he tried to go slowly, physically grabbing his penis and forcing it inside her wonderfully weird alien pussy.

Belzevelle's pussy immediately tried to eat his dick in its weird inhuman manner, sucking and tugging and massaging his cock in a way that was completely alien, and Adolf was unhappily dragged out of the fantasy world by this reality.

"Please control your pussy Belzevelle, human pussies don't give tugging massages like that, remember the fantasy", Adolf begged her.

Belzevelle nodded wretchedly and managed to reduce the weird antics of her pussy, but couldn't stop it completely.

Adolf tried to ignore the strange antics of Belzevelle's pussy, pretending that he was still in the sexual fantasy, and he kissed Wendy and Octavia to distract himself.

Adolf didn't last as long with Belzevelle, her desperately confused mating instincts massaged an orgasm out of him in only ten minutes, the pussy hungrily sucking away his sperm as he pulled out.

Adolf eagerly climbed on top of Octavia now, spreading her legs and kissing her face passionately, feeling her exquisite jiggly body under him.

Adolf explored her body with his hands, generating peals of laughter which annoyed him, the damn tickle slave was unnaturally ticklish, not even the most ticklish women on Temperis would be laughing this much from what Adolf was doing!

Wendy helpfully used her daemon ring to alter Octavia's body to be less ticklish, but Octavia immediately began to weep, the terminal tickling fetish addict completely lost without hypersensitivity to her ridiculous fetish!

Wendy returned Octavia's ticklishness before the tears could completely derail the fantasy, and Adolf irritably penetrated Octavia before this could get any worse.

Octavia calmed right down with a penis inside her pussy, and made her usual extremely loud sex noises, calling out the name of Slaanesh over and over again in her pleasure!

Adolf cursed, Octavia was ruining everything.

Wendy noticed Adolf's distress, and repeatedly reminded Octavia to stay in character.

Adolf was getting discouraged as the sex with Octavia continued, the fantasy was impossible when one of his wives was screaming an invocation to a chaos god during sex!

Adolf got so annoyed that he simply pulled out of Octavia before he finished and had sex with Wendy instead.

"That's really mean to change partners before I came", Octavia sulked, but was immediately slapped hard across the face by the extremely angry looking Wendy.

"Octavia you are RUINING this for poor Adolf!", Wendy snarled dominantly, suddenly the dominatrix punishing a submissive, ruining the fantasy even more.

"Sorry Mistress Wendy, sorry Adolf", Octavia apologised submissively, moaning in pleasure from the slap.

Adolf sighed and Wendy warmly encouraged him to continue fucking her, her own sex noises much more reserved and controlled.

Adolf slowly got back into the fantasy as he penetrated Wendy with rhythmic thrusts and passionately kissed her, his irritation seeping away as he was once again transported into his sexual fantasy world.

He was on Temperis, making love to his completely normal wives, please don't let this fantasy die without completion.

Wendy was amazing in soothing him right down, using her fake working class Temperis accent to periodically use dialogue to transport him back to his sexual fantasy.

Adolf clung tightly to Wendy as he fucked her, loving her so much for working so hard to make his fantasy a reality, she really was a wonderful wife when she wasn't torturing him.

Adolf didn't bother having sex with Octavia for the rest of the night, and even Belzevelle got only the occasional go, Adolf focusing almost entirely on Wendy.

Octavia got so bored that she fell asleep, and even Belzevelle soon crawled over to spoon with Octavia, the pair of them sleeping in boredom. Adolf just feverishly focused on his beloved Wendy, making passionate love to her long into the night, in his own personal heaven.

***…