***…
Inside the Dominatrix Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Mistress Wendy Sevenson's gigantic Slaanesh dedicated "fetish choir" worship monument bondage tower, located amongst the surface urbanisation of a colossal island spanning mostly subterranean chaos hive city, down on the heavily urbanised surface of the archipelago dotted oceanic daemon/hive world of "Dark Tropic", all was far from contented and blissful.
Slaaneshi slave woman Maya Janowska the sacrificial slave surveyed the terrible damage to the sacred bondage dungeon building, from the confines of her cruel and sinister portable metal Slaaneshi bondage rack. The terrifying and sinister sacred Slaaneshi bondage dungeon, a gigantic horrifying dark stone and concrete torture chamber of astonishing excess and depravity, looked like a bomb had just gone off inside it!
Maya's weak bondage atrophied body was naked in her bondage as always, held tightly spread eagle by padded brutal steel manacles that rendered movement of her limbs completely impossible. Maya had been in merciless bondage unable to move for so long that her muscles had atrophied horribly from lack of use, sacrificial slaves like Maya didn't need working muscles to please cruel Blessed Slaanesh, their defenceless flesh and their souls were all that Slaanesh required of such slaves.
Despite the horrifying atrophy of Maya's bondage wasted muscles, she was an extremely beautiful young woman, somewhere or other in her mid to late 20's chronologically speaking, though it was very hard to keep track of the exact passing of her birthdays in this sacred Slaaneshi dungeon. Her naked body was slender and sexy, her pubic hair and other unwanted body hair permanently removed by lasers, with her full and generously large breasts hanging bare and unsupported from the chest of her slightly elevated supine body.
Maya was a natural blonde with very long blonde hair that had grown long over her years in bondage in the sacred dungeons. Very occasionally someone, usually a daemonette, would cut Maya's hair when it got too long to stop it dragging on the dungeon floor, cutting her hair in a style the cutter found most pleasing without ever consulting Maya herself in the decision.
Maya had a beautiful face and very pale white skin, with slightly tired and pleasure jaded pale blue eyes. Her beautiful young face was smile creased from years of excessive laughter, her face eternally split in a smile of laughter, though not at all a smile of happiness.
Maya was currently laughing hysterically as she almost always was, and her atrophied muscles involuntarily twitched weakly as she laughed hard, reflexively trying in vain to pull her hyper ticklish side out of the reach of the nimble cruel fingers of the six breasted Slaanesh daemonette "titillatrix", who was relentlessly poking and stroking Maya's side, as the sadistic Slaanesh daemon had been doing literally nonstop for many hours ever since Maya woke up this morning.
Maya the sacrificial slave was always tickled brutally hard, for 16 merciless hours a day by the nimble humanoid hands and fingers of the loincloth wearing titillatrix daemonettes, every single day without break or mercy to try to kill Maya and to feed Slaanesh with Maya's extreme suffering and sensation. As a Slaaneshi "sacrificial tickle slave" it was Maya's honour and sacred duty to be cruelly "tickled to death" as a sacrifice to please her depraved god. She was a human sacrifice, but a sacrifice that took an appallingly long time to actually die from being quite literally "tickled to death" in these sacred dungeons.
Maya had been a sacrificial tickle slave for years, trapped forever in cruel bondage unable to move, as titillatrix daemonettes attempted unsuccessfully to tickle her body very literally to death each day with extreme and unconscionable cruelty. Her life was eternal laughter, her absurdly ticklish body never knew peace. Maya's fate was to EVENTUALLY die from this torture, but it was not at all easy to die from being tickled, it was basically impossible in fact, and Maya inevitably survived each day as a "sacrifice" no matter how brutally hard the daemonette titillatrices *tried* to tickle her body to death.
Every 16 hours Maya's laughter exhausted naked body was left alone in her bondage to exhaustedly sleep fitfully for 8 hours. Slaanesh didn't want her to die from something as boring as sleep deprivation or exhaustion, and she needed regular full sleep to fully feel the most extreme sensation and to keep her body in peak suffering condition.
When Maya was awake she had local warp mutated algae based food paste and distilled fresh water brutally force fed into her laughing mouth periodically to keep her alive, Maya repeatedly forced to swallow no matter how many times she vomited it back up from her extreme laughter, no matter how many wretched coughing fits she suffered from food and water being laughed into her lungs, forcibly fed and hydrated over and over and OVER again, until the food and water all stayed down!
Death from starvation or dehydration simply was not the type of death that Slaanesh desired for this badly tickled human sacrifice, and great and cruel efforts were made to ensure that she would never dehydrate or starve.
Maya was tickled to complete incontinence every day, wetting and soiling herself involuntarily in her bondage, but her naked body was simply washed and cleaned up in her bondage every time this happened, the bondage rack and dungeon floor dutifully cleaned and mopped to remove the mess.
Slaanesh wanted Maya's sacrificed soul *eventually*, but Slaanesh was extremely patient about how long it might take to actually finally get Maya's soul. Slaanesh enjoyed Maya's extreme sensation greatly and was taking a pitiably long time in extracting Maya's life from her body to get her soul. Slaanesh simply lazily mutated the nerves in Maya's skin daily to become imperceptibly ever so slightly more ticklish with each passing day, with the understanding that Maya would "eventually" become ticklish enough to suffer some sort of fatal condition from the extreme sensory overload.
According to the educated best medical estimates from the dungeon guard medics regarding Maya's nerves becoming gradually more sensitive to tickling, it would take approximately 200 more YEARS before the *earliest possible* estimate for Maya being successfully tickled to death…
200 years was a pitiably long time to daily keep trying to kill her in this way…
Normally a human would die of old age long before 200 years, but not here, not for Maya. This sacred dungeon inside this holy worship monument tower to Blessed Slaanesh was located on a chaos daemon world, saturated with the time altering warp and crawling with the daemons of the ruinous powers. Maya would not physically age a single *day* as a sacrificial offering in this sacred dungeon, Maya dying of old age would be just too boring for Slaanesh.
Slaanesh was *fascinated* by this sadistically slow process of watching Maya being tickled to death over hundreds of long drawn out years, and Slaanesh had deliberately given Maya the "gift" of eternal youth to let her live to experience every single torturous day of those hundreds of cruel years…
Maya was in quite a sadistic predicament, and she had a LONG time to go before it was even HALFWAY over…
Maya Janowska the sacrificial tickle slave was not the only badly tickled human sacrifice in the dungeons of this sacred Slaanesh worship monument, not even close to being alone in these laughter filled dungeons. The best estimates said that there were tens of thousands of sacrificial tickle slaves like Maya in the many dungeons of this huge bondage tower. Maya couldn't give a more exact number of the sacrificial tickle slaves because she honestly didn't know.
Every single one of these sacrificial tickle slaves was a Slaanesh worshipping young woman, every single one of them was absolutely absurdly ticklish after years of having their nerves mutated, and most surprisingly of all, every single one of them had eagerly *volunteered* to be sacrificed to their cruel god like this.
The sheer extreme sensation of this method of "execution" was ambrosia to the pleasure blasted brains of these Slaanesh worshipping young women. Death by *centuries* of ever more extreme sensory overload was the *best* way that any devout Slaanesh worshipper could die, it was the dream!
At least, it had been. But some things had gone badly wrong…
Some of the young women who had so eagerly offered themselves as sacrificial tickle slaves to Slaanesh had cracked from the tickling in just the first two years!
These wretched women had begged and pleaded for mercy, begged to be let out of their bondage, they had pleaded to be allowed to get out of their sacrifice obligations and just go back to their old lives. But that wasn't how it worked, it didn't work like that at ALL, and Slaanesh would have been MORTALLY offended if his laughing sacrificial offerings were ever snatched away from him!
These weeping pleading young women had been completely screwed, and over the following years they had gone completely and utterly mad from the tickling, frothing deranged madwomen laughing pitifully in their bondage from the tickling that never ever ended.
The fear and horror of these tormented madwomen had turned into anger and passionate hatred of Slaanesh!, One by one these women had renounced Slaanesh worship *completely* out of anger and hatred, and they had all converted to worship KHORNE just to spite Slaanesh in his own worship monument!
It had been horrible to hear their subsequent deranged screaming oaths to Khorne, and terrible blasphemous CURSES against Slaanesh echoing through this hallowed sacred place of eternal laughter!
The dungeon guards and titillatrix daemonettes had eventually cut out the blaspheming tongues of these deranged women, in an attempt to silence their hideous blasphemy in this holy place of worship!, It had mutilated their words so that they couldn't talk properly, but it hadn't silenced their blasphemous words completely.
Growing insanity had done a slightly better job of silencing their blasphemy, the mental faculties of speech gradually declining in some of the women as they were tickled ever more insane over the years, but some had hatefully held on to their powers of speech, screaming their insane hatred loudly in tormented laughter filled voices.
It had been absolutely pitiful, the poor things…
The poor unhappy angry pitiable "mad girls", as the other (still sane) sacrificial tickle slaves called their deranged fellows, the poor poor wretched pitiful mad girls…
Things had gotten bad ever since the mad girls went mad, this place of holy sacredness and hallowed laughter had filled with appalling blasphemy and had taken on a grim and dark feel. The mad girls wretchedly didn't stop suffering at all when they went mad, they just suffered more and more extremely without any mercy at all. It had all been so heartbreaking and horrible!
But there had soon been far worse things than screaming blaspheming mad girls on the horizon to disturb the blissful lives of the sacrificial slave girls in the dungeons, something so HIDEOUSLY worse!
Far far FAR too recently, the hive city island that this worship monument tower occupied had suffered a *tyranid infestation* of MASSIVE proportions, and things had gone from grim and dark to just completely HORRIBLE!
The worship monument had been in terrible danger from the tyranids, and the HORRIBLE decision had been made by the dungeon Mistress, Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson, that the sacrificial tickle slaves were needed out of bondage as SOLDIERS to DEFEND the worship monument from the tyranids!
The poor young sacrificial slave women had been unbound and pulled kicking and screaming out of their wonderful comforting bondage!
Maya had been so distressed by the sudden lack of extreme ticklish sensation that she had vomited all over the floor from sensation withdrawal!, The excessive cruel tickling was like a drug that her jaded Slaaneshi brain was completely and terminally addicted to, and that wonderful drug had suddenly STOPPED!
A stripped down reduced weight laser carbine had been placed in Maya's bondage atrophied arms to defend the worship monument with, and she had struggled to even lift the extremely lightweight thing with her wasted muscles!, Maya had barely been able to stand with her weak legs, barely strong enough at first to walk a few tiny steps without needing to rest from the exhaustion in her atrophied leg muscles!
Tens of thousands of these pitifully weak young women, most of them vomiting and weeping from terrible addiction withdrawal, had then been expected to guard the worship monument and fight tyranids!
For two entire horrific MONTHS Maya had served as a "soldier", her jaded Slaaneshi brain drowning in drab numb nothingness the entire time!, Maya had actually faced horrifying tyranids up close, she had killed many from afar by dropping monstrously large Slaaneshi sex toys off the roof of the tower alongside hundreds of other sacrificial slave girls, the girls skewering thousands of the rabid tyranids swarming below the besieged tower with a never ending hail of monstrous pointy Slaaneshi sex toys!
The defence of the worship monument had been horrific and violent, Maya had suffered post traumatic stress disorder from the fighting, Maya had gotten and then subsequently broken up with a boyfriend, (one of the male dungeon guards), she had had all sorts of crazy and stressful adventures outside of her usual bondage.
As admittedly slightly interesting as her adventures as a reluctant "soldier" had been, she hadn't really enjoyed it, and Maya had just wanted the stupid war to be over as quickly as possible so that she could return to being a tickled to death sacrifice.
Chaos Space Marines from some of the traitor legions had eventually come and saved the day and killed the bulk of the tyranids, and the fighting had died down to hunting down the tyranid stragglers hiding in various underground places!, The sacrificial tickle slaves had been SO happy, the war was over and they could all return to their bondage racks to resume their blissful sensation!
And then, in this ultimate hour of triumph, the fucking mad girls had escaped the building and ran away!
Some of the kindest guards who guarded the sacred dungeons had felt deep pity for the poor pitiful mad girls after watching them suffer and go mad for years, and had compassionately smuggled the insane girls out of the heavily guarded building during the confusing aftermath of the war, and then all hell had broken lose!
Slaanesh had been *mortally* offended to have his human offerings "stolen" and his wrath had been terrible!, Some men had been burned to ashes by Slaanesh's wrath, and others had been devolved into chaos spawns in punishment, not a single culprit guard had survived Slaanesh's wrath, and everyone else in the bondage tower had just about soiled themselves with terror!
Every single Khorne worshipping mad girl had gotten away to freedom without exception, and the brazen god of war Khorne had immediately taken them all under his protection. Angry chivalrous warrior daemons of Khorne, *disgusted* by the "dishonourable" way these Khorne worshipping women had been treated, had not hesitated to protect these women like bodyguards.
The mad girls were now well protected from any recapture attempt by large numbers of wrathful berserk daemonic bloodletters and flesh hounds of Khorne, the mad girls basically completely untouchable now and never ever coming back to this sacred bondage tower.
The tower had permanently lost a not small number of Slaanesh's sacred sacrificial offerings, the offerings taken not by external invading thieves but by some of the *tower guards* themselves, and everything about this was deeply shameful and embarrassing for the tower and its inhabitants!, The entire escape incident had been deemed as the most terrible blasphemy by other local Slaanesh worshippers, tarnishing the good reputations of everyone in this building for having failed Blessed Slaanesh so miserably!
Maya had felt so ashamed as she had continued her life's work of being tickled to death in her bondage, Slaanesh was just so DISAPPOINTED in all of them in the tower, it was a truly horrible feeling to have disappointed wonderful Slaanesh!
Things had gotten worse not better, those escaped mad girls under the protection of Khorne daemons had *talked* to local chaos worshippers who worshipped other gods besides Slaanesh, those mad girls who retained enough mental faculties to still speak had gone weeping to vast VAST numbers of chaos undivided and other worshippers in the hive city, recounting everything that had happened to them, recounting chilling tales of brutal rape by guards, tales of systematic sexual abuse, not to mention the tales about being tickled insane!, These worshippers of undivided and other gods had been horrified and disgusted, and the reputation of everyone in this worship monument had been even more tarnished in the local hive city!
Even worse than all the scandal, some of the mad girls had RELATIVES, DANGEROUS relatives!
The daemon world of Dark Tropic was a substantial port for the Chaos Navy, with quite large fleets of Chaos Navy ships berthed to huge space ports up in orbit of the planet. The Chaos Navy ships, particularly the smaller ships like minor cruisers and destroyers, frequently had no Chaos Space Marines onboard at all, with all of the crew and Captain and officers simply being ordinary human Chaos worshippers from the populations of various daemon worlds.
The teeming hive cities of the planet Dark Tropic were a major source of both crew and officers for these ships, with some of the more major hive cities on the planet having dedicated Naval academies, that specialised in the training of new Chaos Naval officers for the fleets in orbit. The hive city this particular worship monument tower occupied was the *most* major hive city, the capital city of the entire planet no less, and it contained the most prestigious naval academies on the entire planet.
Traditionally, when one of these graduated navy officers was promoted to Captain of a war ship, the extended family of this newly promoted Chaos Captain would provide a family member to be a human sacrifice to whatever Chaos god they worshipped, to bless the career of this new Captain and to hopefully gain the favour of their god.
This sacrificial family member, (usually a female), would typically be a cousin or a niece or sometimes even a sister or a daughter of the new Captain. To avoid the heartache of this new Captain trying to decide which of his female relatives he would choose to die, it was traditional for one of the kin women to freely volunteer if they wished. Every woman in the family would think hard about it, before one who was more devoted than the rest eventually volunteered to be sacrificed to their god to bless their Captain kinsman.
This volunteer sacrifice herself would get to choose how they would be sacrificed and in what temple or worship monument, and she was always greatly honoured by her entire extended family for her willing act of sacrifice.
Being tickled to death in this very worship monument had been a surprisingly popular choice for a lot of these women voluntarily sacrificing themselves, (only those that worshipped Slaanesh of course). It was seen as a relatively "fun" way to be sacrificed, the extremely long time it took to die eased the natural fear of death, and tickling just seemed a lot gentler and less terrifying than other methods of being tortured to death in sacrifice to Slaanesh…
Quite a few of the sacrificial tickle slaves in this worship monument were the female relatives of Chaos Navy Captains, sacrificing themselves here to bring blessings and divine favour to their Captain kin. But unfortunately, some of the mad girls had also been the female relatives of Chaos Navy Captains!
Apart from anything else it was EMBARRASSING!
Terrifying Slaanesh worshipping Captains of warships send one of their devoutly Slaanesh worshipping female relatives to this tower, to perform a sacrosanct sacrifice to bless their career as Captain, and a few years later this same female relative is "returned" ALIVE, stark raving mad, cursing Slaanesh with a tongueless mouth and now fanatically worshipping KHORNE!
How exactly is the Captain going to take something like that?!
It was just SO embarrassing!
As far as those Captains were concerned this worship monument had exactly ONE job, and they couldn't even do it!
Even the smallest Iconoclast class destroyer in the Chaos fleets had easily enough firepower to obliterate this entire tower from orbit if one of these Captains was so inclined!
Glassing an entire Slaanesh worship monument from orbit was thankfully an act of appalling blasphemy against Slaanesh, so these Captains wouldn't dare draw Slaanesh's wrath doing something so sacrilegious, but they were still dangerous men to be crossed. By failing to sacrifice their female relative this worship monument had potentially REMOVED some of Slaanesh's favour from these Captains!, Such a failure would not be forgiven or treated kindly.
The exquisitely cruel black leather clad Slaaneshi Dominatrix, Mistress Wendy Sevenson the Chaos Champion of Slaanesh, who was the owner and Mistress of this entire tower and its many dungeons, was now an absolute laughing stock amongst the local Slaanesh worshippers of this planet!
Mistress Wendy had to answer to everyone, from sacrificial tickle slave relatives to Captains to disgusted undivided worshipping locals to Slaanesh himself, for this entire mess with the escaped mad girls!, The Dominatrix came out of this looking completely incompetent to some and completely monstrous to others, she was facing a public relations disaster and possibly no end of lawsuits and angry demands for compensation from outraged Slaaneshi Captains!
The entire bondage tower was in trouble, terrible trouble!
And now, just when things couldn't POSSIBLY get worse, they suddenly had…
Maya's wheeled portable bondage rack was currently in one of the many tickling dungeons of the worship monument tower, in the midst of appalling chaos and destruction!
The dungeon was badly damaged with a huge hole in the floor and the ceiling, with chunks of broken concrete and other masonry littering the floor!
All over the floor lay screaming titillatrix daemonettes and screaming Slaanesh worshipping soldiers of various kinds, all laying on the floor in the fetal position, their screaming bodies numbed by terrible witchcraft so that they could feel no sensation, a fate worse than death for any Slaanesh worshipper!
These people laying screaming on the floor were all the people who kept the sacrificial tickle slaves eternally tickled!
All throughout the dungeon were young female sacrificial tickle slaves in bondage, almost all of them screaming in horror and distress from having no one tickling them!
Maya felt distressed just seeing fellow sacrificial tickle slaves languishing untickled in bondage when they weren't sleeping, it was absolutely horrible for a Slaaneshi sacrificial tickle slave to not be constantly tickled like this, the lack of ticklish sensation was like agony to any (sane) sacrificial tickle slave!
"Titillatrix!, Tickle me PLEASE!", distressed tickle slaves pleaded desperately from their bondage, calling to Maya's own titillatrix!
Maya shook her head desperately, gazing jealously at her own precious titillatrix tickling her side. If Maya's titillatrix left her then Maya herself would be the one screaming in distress and horror!
"I can't tickle so many at once!, Where the hell is everyone?!", Maya's titillatrix hissed in a stressed sounding voice.
The screaming titillatrices on the floor twitched in answer to this question, they were all present but indisposed to tickle the slaves.
"Use the… Emergency drapes…", one of the screaming titillatrices on the floor weakly suggested.
Maya screamed in horror and distress as her titillatrix suddenly stopped tickling her!
The lack of sensation was torturing Maya!
Maya's titillatrix was rummaging in a nearby store room!
The six breasted titillatrix returned carrying armfuls of many string curtain "emergency drapes", equipment especially prepared for exactly this situation.
The titillatrix climbed up on top of the nearest occupied bondage rack, and hooked one of the emergency drapes over a ceiling hook directly above a screaming tickle slave.
A curtain of long soft strings dropped down from the hook, dangling the ends of the strings over the stomach and chest of the tickle slave bound below it. The slave girl squealed with laughter as the strings played over her hyper ticklish skin, gasping with relief.
Maya was still screaming with trauma from her own lack of sensation, but her titillatrix just ignored her screaming and kept setting up emergency drapes over every other sacrificial tickle slave in the immediate area!
The dungeon filled with laughter as the soft strings of the emergency drapes tickled the slave girls. The dungeon had some electric fans blowing air around to keep the eternally tickled sacrificial tickle slaves cool and to stop them overheating, and the breeze from these fans kept the strings of the emergency drapes in constant motion over the skin of the sacrificial tickle slaves, keeping them laughing in wonderful sensation.
Maya wept with relief when her six breasted titillatrix returned to her, and laughed hysterically as the titillatrix squeezed her stomach with wonderful cruelty.
Maya and her titillatrix had previously been accompanied by a dungeon security guard and a second titillatrix, the security guard pushing Maya's rack through the dungeon as the pair of titillatrices tickled Maya wonderfully. But then all this hell had broken loose.
Em-Hegg-Ammon, the infamously batshit crazy greater daemon of Slaanesh, had suddenly exploded up out of the floor, cast terrible numbing pink witchcraft on everyone except the sacrificial tickle slaves and one of Maya's titillatrices, and then smashed up through the ceiling without so much as a word to anyone!
The sounds of further Em-Hegg-Ammon related mayhem could be heard up in the dungeon floors above, with widespread screaming and weeping noises from the hole in the ceiling as well as from the hole in the floor. The greater daemon was causing her usual horror.
Em-Hegg-Ammon was pure nightmare fuel to Slaanesh worshippers, she was a monster whose name was used to frighten poorly behaved Slaaneshi children.
Em-Hegg-Ammon was a greater daemon of Slaanesh, and like all greater daemons of Slaanesh she was formed out of a tiny fragment of Slaanesh's own psyche, but unfortunately this particular greater daemon of Slaanesh was formed out of Slaanesh's own tormented deeply buried CONSCIENCE!
The conscience of the evil Slaanesh was nearly as insane as the mad girls, driven half mad with guilt and remorse from Slaanesh's wicked acts. She was dangerous, unpredictable and sometimes deeply destructive.
Like all consciences she was not an uniformly stable and balanced emotion, she waxed and waned, sometimes lulled into a near slumber and sometimes wide awake, sometimes maudlin in a deep depression and sometimes wrathful with righteous rage and disgust. She was horribly unpredictable and generally dangerous to be around.
Em-Hegg-Ammon seemed to consider it her duty in life to punish any Slaanesh worshipper or Slaanesh daemon that she considered to be evil, and, (no surprise), she considered MOST Slaanesh worshippers and daemons to be evil!
Even worse, Em-Hegg-Ammon considered death too quick a punishment for those Slaanesh worshippers she deemed evil, and she punished her victims with terrible psychic powers that completely numbed the body to sensation!, Numbness was a fate worse than death for any Slaanesh worshipper, to feel no pleasure or pain or sensation would drive Maya's kind nearly insane!
If Em-Hegg-Ammon was here in this building then it was a monumental disaster for the immediate future operation of this building. If she didn't completely destroy the entire building she would still leave the dungeons decimated of staff with her numbing powers, as she vented Slaanesh's own deeply buried self-hatred onto everything wonderful built in Slaanesh's name!
Without warning Em-Hegg-Ammon suddenly burst back down through the hole in the ceiling, spraying yet more debris across the floor in the process!
Em-Hegg-Ammon was as beautiful as she was horrific, a towering lithe monstrous bipedal creature with two pairs of arms, one pair ending in graceful bare hands and the other pair ending in monstrous long lithe dark blue crab claws. She was completely naked except for a loincloth, and her skin was brilliantly pale, almost completely white but for a hint of pale pink.
Em-Hegg-Ammon had six colossal bare perfect swollen breasts running down her chest in three beautiful rows, her legs were very long and ended in hooves, and her pale face was highly feminine and exquisitely beautiful, but looked wrathful and slightly deranged. Growing out of her head and running down her back was a long mass of extremely graceful flesh dreadlocks mimicking hair. She held a long elegant silver sword in one hand, and her shiny wet eyes were jet black and looked provoked and angry.
"Go away!", Maya and the other tickle slaves shouted shrilly in terror at the terrifying greater daemon towering in their presence.
"I go where I please in MY own worship monuments, every place dedicated to Slaanesh is also dedicated to me", Em-Hegg-Ammon hissed back aggressively in a shockingly beautiful voice.
"You have destroyed so much, please just leave", Maya insisted adamantly in her involuntary laughter filled voice.
Em-Hegg-Ammon angrily crawled right up to Maya on all six limbs like an insect to fit under the dungeon ceiling, and lowered her huge beautiful wrathful face and sniffed at Maya's soul threateningly!
"You!, You are no simple sacrifice like all the others!, You helped to CREATE this place!, Maya Janowska the LAWYER, you are partly responsible for this horrific crime against humanity!, You despicably self centred creature!", Em-Hegg-Ammon spat with disgust.
Maya thrilled with terror at these words, but she also filled with a sense of pride. Her days as a lawyer felt like another life, but she had helped to create this wonderful place in her own small way.
"Yes, though I can hardly take all that much of the credit, it was definitely a team effort. I did indeed help Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Mistress Wendy Sevenson set up this wonderful place, specifically so that I myself could be tickled to death in sacrifice within these dungeons. This sacrificial tickle slave monument is a wonderful public service, that has let tens of thousands experience the ultimate pleasure of being slowly tickled to death over hundreds of years, it is a truly beautiful thing to experience this wonderful sensation. Please stop destroying my life's work!", Maya admitted unflinchingly.
"Great evil has been done in this horrible place, those poor "mad girls" were tickled INSANE in this building!", Em-Hegg-Ammon hissed.
"I didn't force them to volunteer to enter this dungeon as HUMAN SACRIFICES, they knew the risks, but they still came here. We are here to be literally tickled to death, going mad before we die is not completely unexpected", Maya defended in her hysterically laughing voice, still being brutally tickled by her own titillatrix as she spoke.
"You can't shift all of the responsibilities onto those poor mad women, you yourself share some of the responsibility for this worship monument you helped create", Em-Hegg-Ammon insisted accusingly.
"I have been laughing in bondage for years just like all the other tickle slaves ever since the start, I have no power anymore to do anything at all except laugh and one day die. Helping the mad girls was not within my power, I am completely powerless", Maya defended reasonably.
Em-Hegg-Ammon paused unhappily at these words.
"This worship monument was *only* meant for those like me who desire to be slowly tickled to death in a dungeon, it was *certainly* not the plan for some girls to crack from the tickling and want to quit and then go mad when they couldn't!, That was never supposed to happen!", Maya insisted.
"You could have made sure there was an escape for those who wanted to quit, you were negligent", Em-Hegg-Ammon angrily accused.
"*Me*, I think that Mistress Wendy had more power over that stuff than me, she runs this place, I was just the lawyer", Maya pointed out incredulously.
"Wendy Sevenson has cowardly teleported to safety onto a Tzeentch aligned ship where I can't follow her. She saved herself and her pleasure consorts, and she left the rest of you behind to face my wrath alone. You Maya Janowska are now the most culpable person remaining who I can reach to punish for this despicable crime against humanity!", Em-Hegg-Ammon hissed dangerously.
Maya got alarmed at this!
"I protest my innocence!, I was never malicious and never wanted to hurt anyone!, Please don't numb me!", Maya begged in fright.
"Not malicious is true, but you were extremely selfish and you were negligent in your impatient selfish desire to become a sacrificial tickle slave as quickly as possible. You didn't slow down to think about all the potentially harmful implications if anything went wrong. You were impatient and utterly selfish", Em-Hegg-Ammon accused.
Maya paused as these words found purchase in her perpetually tickled mind, perhaps she *had* been a bit too eager and impatient. It was not inconceivable that Maya might have realised that the mad girls might have happened if she hadn't rushed the creation of this wonderful sacrificial fetish choir, maybe, just maybe, Maya could have ensured that some safeguard policy had existed to prevent the mad girls from being trapped in the dungeon when they wanted to quit…
"Oh by Blessed Slaanesh!, Did *I* cause the mad girls to happen!?", Maya exclaimed in sick horror.
"Remorse…", Em-Hegg-Ammon noted with grim approval, sniffing at Maya's soul.
"But but, but I didn't mean to!, Why didn't you do anything to stop it, why didn't you come sooner, warn me in a dream back before it was too late?, Why did you only come here NOW, AFTER the mad girls already escaped?!", Maya angrily accused Em-Hegg-Ammon.
"I would have done all of those things if Slaanesh had let me, but Slaanesh was too cruel to allow me to come here sooner. At any time Slaanesh can snatch me away to the palace of pleasure and bind me, Slaanesh can teleport me to the other side of the galaxy at will just to frustrate me!, Even talking to mortals in dreams was blocked to me by cruel Slaanesh", Em-Hegg-Ammon explained miserably.
"For years Slaanesh has been showing me the abuses in this place just to taunt me, whilst preventing me from doing anything to stop it. Slaanesh deliberately waited until AFTER the poor "mad girls" escaped before letting me come here, far too late to be useful. As a result my wrath is terrible!", Em-Hegg-Ammon cursed angrily.
"The guards took pity on the mad girls in the end and helped them escape, was that not you tugging on their consciences to do this?", Maya suggested sympathetically.
"That act of mercy was beautiful if late, but it was not my doing. Human beings have had consciences of their own long before Slaanesh and myself existed, those brave foolish merciful men were acting on their own out of compassion. It cost them the ultimate price though", Em-Hegg-Ammon sighed sadly.
"It cost them their lives", Maya noted.
"It cost them *far* more than that. The souls of those escaped mad girls were intended to go to the terrible Slaanesh tickling hells for all eternity when they died, so Slaanesh sent the souls of those poor men to the tickling hells instead in the mad girls' place", Em-Hegg-Ammon explained gravely.
"Well that's not so bad, they get to enjoy a very pleasurable afterlife, I will get to see them all there in a few hundred years when I am finally tickled to death myself", Maya said happily with relief.
"For anyone who is not as tickle-masochistic as you those hells are a fate worse than any death to spend ETERNITY in!, Those poor souls are currently begging for a death that will NEVER come for them, they will be tormented FOREVER!", Em-Hegg-Ammon snapped angrily.
Maya couldn't help but get deeply sexually aroused at the mere thought of this wonderful fate, unable to help herself despite the gravity of this conversation.
Em-Hegg-Ammon growled softly at Maya's reaction.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it, I know it's bad", Maya apologised.
"I still have to decide what I am going to do to you, selfish negligent Maya Janowska the lawyer", Em-Hegg-Ammon hissed threateningly!
"Please don't do anything bad to me!, I can change, I can make amends somehow!", Maya begged fearfully in her eternal laughter.
"You can make amends can you?", Em-Hegg-Ammon mocked mirthlessly.
"Yes, anything, what do you want me to do?", Maya pleaded.
"I could numb your skin so that you can't feel any tickle…", Em-Hegg-Ammon began vindictively!
Maya screamed in terror and weakly shook her head desperately with her atrophied neck muscles!, Please not THAT!
"Alternatively you can work for me to help make some amends for what you have done", Em-Hegg-Ammon offered sternly.
"Yes yes yes I will work for you!", Maya frantically agreed.
"This horrible monument to depravity needs some desperate reforms to prevent any more crimes against humanity. From now on there is going to be one hundred percent CONSENT from every so-called tickle "slave", from this moment forth no person in this building is a slave!", Em-Hegg-Ammon demanded sternly.
Every sacrificial tickle slave in earshot cried in distress at these terrible horrible words!
"You are all now consensual bondage-submissives, you are free to stay in your bondage if you wish but you are also free to leave your restraints whenever you like. I also think that you tickle women should all be given some genuine negotiating power around here, you should have some say in your lives", Em-Hegg-Ammon reassured the sacrificial tickle slaves adamantly.
Maya and the other tickle slaves protested against these hideous suggestions!, Sacrifices shouldn't get any of those things!
"I think that the local citizens of this island hive city will take a rather dim view of this entire operation now that the so-called "mad girls" have escaped to tell their stories, the local civil authorities will almost certainly look into this and might change the local laws to make this entire operation illegal. The tyranid war is not going to distract the local people forever, soon this will be headline news", Em-Hegg-Ammon warned with smug righteous satisfaction!
Maya screamed at this horrible logical point!
Em-Hegg-Ammon was RIGHT!, The Dark Tropic courts might amend the LAW to make this entire sacrificial fetish choir ILLEGAL!
"Luckily for you poor wretched tickling addicts *I* made a point of coming here first, so that we can run some DAMAGE CONTROL before this whole place gets shut down", Em-Hegg-Ammon said compassionately.
Maya gasped through her laughter at this!
"You want to SAVE the fetish choir?!", Maya exclaimed in shock.
"Breaking the ritual of this fetish choir is dangerous, anyone involved in deliberately breaking the ritual will likely be killed by Slaanesh and have their souls sent to the tickling hells just like last time. None of you can safely leave the building. It is much safer for everyone if you all stay inside this building for the rest of your lives so that the ritual of this building isn't broken, but you could still have a kind life out of bondage just living free in this building if you no longer consent. That SHOULD have been done with the 'mad girls' long before they went mad, just let them out of bondage when they stopped consenting and let them live in the building doing something else", Em-Hegg-Ammon said indignantly.
Maya guiltily didn't reply, laughing hysterically in her bondage but not otherwise making a sound.
"Ahem. Even if breaking the ritual of this place could be done safely, I can't just send out tens of thousands of (mostly) innocent terminally addicted people from this building to commit suicide in despair, that would be unkind and cruel in the extreme. I know full well that almost all of you tickling addicts will probably commit suicide if this place is shut permanently down, you NEED this fetish choir just to survive. So let's make this place better in a way that helps everyone", Em-Hegg-Ammon explained compassionately.
Maya looked around at the widespread devastation in the dungeon, looked at the titillatrices and guards and various soldiers laying curled up on the floor weeping from horrible numbness, looked at the tickle slaves barely being properly tickled under their emergency drapes, and looked at her own fearful titillatrix who was remaining completely silent as she excessively tickled Maya's belly with both hands.
"This is hardly better having so many titillatrices and staff members disabled. The damage to this building is also quite bad. This entire place is almost nonfunctional right now!", Maya assessed seriously in her involuntary-laughter filled voice.
"Punishment was well deserved for all of these who I numbed, and I deliberately spared your second titillatrix here so that one was on hand to attend to the needs of all of you tickle women. The numbness will run its course on the least wicked staff members and titillatrices soon enough, the punishment duration is only proportional to the crimes of the person", Em-Hegg-Ammon assured them all.
Maya's titillatrix trembled at this mention from Em-Hegg-Ammon, and hid behind Maya's portable bondage rack to tickle Maya's back and sides from behind, using Maya as cover.
"The staff members should be mostly recovered before the end of this day, I might also be forced to pause the punishments of some of the titillatrices temporarily so that you women are attended to. Don't worry, I won't let any of you women be left alone to starve in your chains. This building will be 'operational' again soon", Em-Hegg-Ammon assured them all.
"How will you finance this place without Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Mistress Wendy Sevenson?, This building and its staff all cost a fortune to run. The tower staff need to be paid, the tickle "submissives" need food and water and medicine and hygiene and the like, all of these costs were paid for out of Mistress Wendy's deep pockets", Maya asked seriously.
"This building is a worship monument, yet it is privately owned by Wendy?, Doesn't that strike anyone as being extremely selfish?, Let's make this a PUBLIC temple to Slaanesh, that EVERYONE in the community gets to use and enjoy. Local worshippers can then give donations as they wish, staff can get paid, people can get fed. Let's put an end to Wendy's appalling selfishness", Em-Hegg-Ammon replied happily.
"But but, but that would RUIN the sexual fantasy of being privately owned tickle slaves!", Maya protested.
"You will just have to amend your fantasy very slightly to be less evil", Em-Hegg-Ammon dismissed her concerns.
Maya was stunned to laughing silence at this.
"This will be a public Slaanesh temple, you tickle women can now think of yourselves as monks or priestesses of the temple. You can still get tickled all day long in worship of Slaanesh, but you will get tickled as free monks in meditation who can leave the bondage at any time, not as sex slaves who are trapped in bondage unable to ever choose to leave", Em-Hegg-Ammon outlined her terrible vision sternly!
Maya and the other sacrificial tickle slaves gasped loudly at this description of their own futures, this was all so wrong!
"What is the *point* of leaving bondage and doing something else in the building in the long run, assuming any of us wanted something so hideous?, If the mad girls had simply left bondage and became cleaning staff or something inside the building for the rest of their lives, it wouldn't matter in the end when they eventually died inside this building with their souls still marked out as offerings by Slaanesh, their souls would still go straight to the tickling hells for all eternity with the rest of us. All of this 'consent' stuff doesn't change anything in the end", Maya pointed out reasonably.
"Even a little bit less RAPE and a little bit less TORTURE of the unconsenting is still a huge improvement to a terrible situation. And I think you are underestimating the original devotion and willingness of the 'mad girls'. Taking a short break could have let some of those women recover, and rediscover enough raw faith in Slaanesh to be able to continue being happily tickled forever. NONE of those 'mad girls' had *any* misgivings when they first entered the sacrificial fetish choir, they were just as enthusiastic to consensually be tickled to death as the rest of you. Given the opportunity to go at a slightly slower pace I think that they would have actually consented to stay", Em-Hegg-Ammon countered.
"There are no breaks on the tickle train once we enter the tickling hells, if they couldn't endure the pace of this fetish choir early on in the first year or two before we even mutated to become *merely* hyper-ticklish, they would be destroyed completely in the hells were our souls are transformed to be IMPOSSIBLY ticklish!, We *need* to go hard and fast in our mortal years to ready ourselves for the extremes of eternity", Maya disagreed.
"The difference between a woman who went mad and a woman who didn't is not so great as you imagine, a SIZEABLE minority of your fellow tickle women are *barely* enduring this sacrificial fetish choir without wanting to quit, they are getting more ticklish all the time and they are secretly starting to get scared that they won't be able to endure if it keeps getting worse. My reforms will help thousands of your laughing sisters get the help they need to continue more easily", Em-Hegg-Ammon informed Maya!
"Rubbish!", Maya dismissed this ridiculous claim.
"It's TRUE!, I'm getting scared!", several nearby tickle slaves wept wretchedly in their laughter!
"What the hell is wrong with you?!, This feels GOOD!", Maya exclaimed to these fellow sacrificial tickle slaves in incredulous disbelief.
"It feels good but it tickles SO much now, it's terrifying how extreme it is getting!, I will cry if it ever stops but my poor body is still TRAUMATISED by it!", one of the tickle slaves lamented in a terrified desperately laughing voice.
"I NEED it but it's TORTURE at the same time!", another tickle slave wretchedly admitted.
"I am not ALIVE unless I am tickled ever harder, I WELCOME every new extreme of the pleasure!, I'm not afraid of it at all!", Maya reprimanded her faltering fellow sacrifices.
The majority of the sacrificial tickle slaves in earshot laughed badly tickled words of agreement with Maya, the majority were still strong, only a minority were weakening in their resolve.
"Every group must travel no faster than the slowest member, this sacrificial fetish choir needs reforms to ensure that everyone can enjoy themselves without getting stressed trying to keep up with the fastest people. Breaks when required, the option to get the titillatrices to go a bit slower if a woman is struggling and wants them to slow down, unlimited use of a safe word, a safe word that isn't difficult or distressing for the women to say. This place needs to improve", Em-Hegg-Ammon demanded.
"And as for YOU Maya, who is so unfazed by the plight of your struggling comrades, you are going to help me make this all happen. You helped to organise the legal framework of the original sacrificial fetish choir and worship monument, you worked out the original contracts of the staff. You can do the same with this new and improved public Slaanesh temple. You are also going to deal with all of the legal fallout involving the mad girls, you will give public apologies, you will organise compensation payments for them, you will deal with all of the problems you caused by your initial negligence!", Em-Hegg-Ammon demanded!
"But I'm not a lawyer anymore!, I haven't practiced law in years!, I can't even use my hands to type or write anything in my bondage!", Maya begged in submissive protest.
"You can be just as easily strapped in a chair with your arms strapped forward in front of you, with your hands over a keyboard or piece of paper and a pen, a pair of titillatrices can stroke your ribs and sides just enough to keep you functioning but not distract you. And I'm sure that a great many outraged local lawyers of chaos undivided will be *more* than happy to work with you, to help bring justice to this situation, your lack of recent practice will hardly be a problem", Em-Hegg-Ammon grinned triumphantly with a deliberately affected supernatural halo over her head!
Maya groaned wretchedly but nodded, wishing that this was all just a bad dream she would wake up from. This was all so awful and wrong, but she would do almost anything Em-Hegg-Ammon commanded just to avoid being numbed to tickling!, Anything at all!
***…