The Imperial Orphan

by MA7

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

139. Chapter 139

Chapter 139(Orphan) draft 2

Inside a dilapidated tiny single room apartment, Giggle Worm the escaped tickle slave turned mad girl turned chaos spawn giggled ticklishly and flicked her heavily coiled long wormlike body about, as her Khorne worshipping fiancée Olga Kosmatka the escaped tickle slave mad girl snuggled with her, Olga also angrily laughing ticklishly and reflexively flinching energetically.

The room was 3 meters long by 3 meters wide, the standard very basic free public housing available to everyone on Dark Tropic who couldn't afford to pay rent. It had a bed and some basic furniture, with kitchens and bathrooms and the like shared between everyone on the floor as public communal rooms.

For ordinary lesbian couples the room and furniture would have been basic but more than adequate, but for Giggle Worm it was cramped in the extreme!

Giggle Worm the chaos spawn was a 36 meter long worm of slender female abdomen flesh, with half a head and a face at one end, and her pussy and anus at the other end. She was forced to wrap her body in many loops to merely fit inside the room, with her Khorne worshipping fiancée Olga Kosmatka the mad girl snuggly squeezed in the middle of the loops of Giggle Worm's body just to fit!

"You hickling me!, Giggle Worm!, Your hickling me!", Olga angrily laughed frantically, squirming around. Olga's tongue had been cut out so that she couldn't speak properly, only able to say letters and sounds that required no tongue to make.

Giggle Worm certainly wasn't trying to tickle Olga, but Olga's own energetic squirming was poking Giggle Worm's hideously ticklish long stomach terribly!

Giggle Worm flicked reflexively from her own horrible inadvertent tickling in the confined space, inadvertently poking Olga's sides with Giggle Worm's rubber coated embedded eye bolts, making Olga laugh even harder and squirm even more in a horrible feedback loop!

The pair of them were former sacrificial tickle slaves to Slaanesh from Wendy Sevenson's horrific torture sacrifice tower, slaves who had been meant to be horribly tickled to death in bondage over hundreds of long drawn out years in sacrifice to Slaanesh, and both Olga and Giggle Worm were stupidly ticklish to the point of disability. They had languished for years in bondage in horrible sex dungeons, being tickled brutally hard for 16 merciless hours a day, driving both of them various levels of insane from the torture.

Slaanesh had intended them both to be tortured to death, but it wasn't really possible to tickle a normal human being to death. Slaanesh had therefore slowly mutated their nervous system more and more over time, making them gradually ever more ticklish every day, making their sensitivity ever more unendurable, planning to gradually, (after HUNDREDS of years), make them truly ticklish enough to be tickled to death!

Olga had gone mad in that horrible torture tower and had converted to worship Khorne whilst languishing in bondage, praying fervently to Khorne as she was tortured, begging and pleading Khorne to rescue her as she was tickled ever more insane!

Giggle Worm on the other hand, who had once been an oriental woman named Moriko Maki, had blasphemed Slaanesh constantly in her own madness, until the enraged Slaanesh mutated her into a 36 meter long chaos spawn in punishment, turning her into a wormlike creature of nothing but absurdly ticklish tummy flesh, with an absurdly cute Asian woman's face and some hair, six pancake flat breasts, and a blunt worm tail that ended in a vagina and an anus!

The new chaos spawn who had once been the woman Moriko Maki had been renamed Giggle Worm, for she was a worm creature that constantly giggled and laughed. Slaanesh had mutated her throat so that she could make no other sound but giggling laughter, and she could never silence her voice, so that she giggled all the time eternally, never silent for a single moment. She couldn't speak, couldn't scream, couldn't weep, she could only giggle and laugh.

Giggle Worm's extremely cute young face had been likewise mutated so that she could only ever look extremely happy, no matter what emotions she was really feeling. Her eternally giggling face had an eternally beaming ridiculously cute smile, even if she was afraid or angry or miserable on the inside she could only ever show the world an eternal smile.

The mute smiling eternally giggling Giggle Worm seemed on first inspection to outsiders to be a mentally retarded mindless animal, mindlessly slithering around with little comprehension of her surroundings. Her eternal giggling would become harder laughter if she was tickled, she could make sexual giggling when she was sexually stimulated, she could harmlessly bite with her soft gelatinous teeth, she could move and flick, but she showed no other signs of intelligence or awareness.

On the inside however Giggle Worm was actually fully intelligent and sentient, fully aware of her surroundings and having the full spectrum of emotions. She could blink her eyes in set patterns to communicate with those who bothered to try to communicate with her, and her fiancée Olga had learned to understand Giggle Worm's blinking to communicate with her.

The pair of them had recently escaped from their nightmarish captivity, but it had left both of them severely effected. Both of them were so hypersensitive to ticklish sensation that the slightest external touch was unendurably ticklish, so that even innocent physical intimacy like snuggling was a terrible torture to them!

"Giggle Worm!, Hole sill!", Olga laughed angrily.

Giggle Worm desperately forced herself to remain still, and Olga stopped laughing and squirming.

"Hank you Giggle Worm", Olga sighed with relief.

Giggle Worm looked at Olga through a gap in the loops of tummy flesh and blinked twice, saying "yes", and tried to relax in the claustrophobic space.

Olga hesitantly relaxed, wrapped snuggly by Giggle Worm's looping tummy. Olga was upright in a standing position, but was actually resting, held upright by Giggle Worm's tightly wrapping body. Olga's face could just be seen by Giggle Worm through a gap in the loops of tummy that completely covered Olga, and Giggle Worm gazed at her fiancée lovingly with her eternally giggling smiling face, loving Olga deeply.

The room was extremely claustrophobic and lit solely by a single high efficiency light in the ceiling, the light filtering through gaps in the tummy loops to dimly illuminate the faces of both Olga and Giggle Worm. Giggle Worm and Olga were both naked, this snuggle was very romantic for Giggle Worm.

Olga Kosmatka the escaped mad girl was a naturally beautiful white woman, beautiful like all the tickle slaves of Wendy Sevenson had been, but her insanity had encroached slightly on Olga's looks. Her long brownish-blonde hair was clean but not groomed at all, and badly matted together like a doormat, with random debris caught in this irredeemably tangled mess of hair. Her eyes were mad and staring, and her grip on reality was tenuous at best.

Olga's body was skinny and slightly emaciated, with terrible muscle atrophy after years trapped in bondage unable to use her limbs. Her pale skin was cut and grazed in many places from abrasion, but was permanently devoid of body hair from earlier laser hair removal in the torture dungeons. Her breasts were a touch bigger than average but not abnormally big, her hips were skinny and her bottom was very small from muscle atrophy. She looked like a crazy unkempt tickle slave, with all of the usual physical symptoms of being a tickle slave of Wendy Sevenson's terrible tower.

Olga was a deeply devout Khorne worshipper, which didn't help with either her grip on reality nor her femininity, and was angry and aggressive by temperament. Olga was, (like all the tickle slaves), a strict lesbian, and had been quite sexually aggressive ever since the escape from the horrible tickling tower of Wendy Sevenson, aggressively pursuing the fellow escapees sexually…

Back before they had escaped the tickling tower, none of those who wished to escape had had any time for love. Escape had been their sole desperate priority, nothing else mattered but escaping. But this had changed once they escaped, they had finally found time for other things, and sex and love had become things of interest…

The escapees had all stayed together as a group since escaping for mutual protection, naturally mistrustful of any mortals but their fellow escapees after all they had been through. The escapees had all been lesbians, and some of them had started to notice each other…

Giggle Worm had not initiated the relationship but had been aggressively pursued by Olga, and had quickly given in and fallen hard in love with her. Giggle Worm was a deeply romantic woman who had already desired love. The aggressive sexual attention from the Khorne worshipper had been completely intoxicating for the gentle feminine Giggle Worm…

Giggle Worm relaxed hesitantly, enjoying this snuggle with her sweetheart. Being in love was a wonderful feeling.

"Pwaise ya bub gob khorme!, Bub for ya bub gob!, Sulls for ya sull fwone!", one of the neighbouring tongueless mad girls shouted religiously in the hallway outside Giggle Worm and Olga's room.

"Bub for ya bub gob!", Olga shouted in agreement.

The entire floor of the block of appartments soon rang out with loud praises to Khorne from yet more mad girls and mad girls-turned chaos spawns, until the racket of oaths to Khorne was deafening!

"Blood for Khorne!", a daemonic bloodletter roared angrily in agreement from the hallway…

A flesh hound of Khorne barked angrily in agreement from outside the room, and Giggle Worm blinked nervously, still uncomfortable around these daemons Khorne had chivalrously sent to protect the mad girls.

Giggle Worm was not particularly religious, she honoured the blood god Khorne more out of fear and duty than out of devotion. Having already been turned into a horrific chaos spawn, she was naturally afraid of the chaos gods and sought only to appease them lest she draw even more of their wrath, but this fear of punishment was hardly the same as true devotion.

Moriko Maki had been devout to Slaanesh, and look what that devotion had cost her, Giggle Worm was not eager to make the same mistake twice with too much devotion to a chaos god. The others could be fanatically devoted to Khorne if they liked, but Giggle Worm was far more reserved in this regard, worshipping Khorne reservedly without any real fanaticism.

"Giggle Worm!, Your lack of anger displeases Khorne!", the bloodletter in the hallway suddenly bellowed angrily!

"Giggle Worm?!, Gep amgee!", Olga demanded indignantly!

Giggle Worm blinked twice in dismayed agreement and tried to force herself to feel angry. She managed to feel irritated towards the bloodletter who had singled her out, and hoped that this was enough.

"Bah!, Feeble anger!, You are a GENTLE woman Giggle Worm!", the bloodletter spat with disgust as though this was somehow shameful.

"Giggle Worm!", Olga scolded wrathfully!

Giggle Worm thrilled with deep fear fuelled anger towards the bloodletter who was destroying her harmony, getting deeply angry and offended now!

"Much better Giggle Worm!, Good anger!", the bloodletter snarled approvingly, and loudly continued walking down the hallway praising Khorne.

"Muck bebber Giggle Worm", Olga said approvingly with her tongueless mouth.

Giggle Worm blinked with relief, and angrily relaxed again, relieved that Olga was no longer shouting at her.

"My wife Giggle Worm mush be angee all ba bime, am peas Khorm.", Olga sternly informed Giggle Worm.

Giggle Worm obediently blinked twice in agreement, happy to hear Olga talk about Giggle Worm being her future wife.

The floor outside the room rang out with yet more praises to Khorne, and Giggle Worm fearfully sycophantically blinked in agreement despite her heart really not being in it.

"I wamma secks you Giggle Worm, where your pushy?", Olga assertively announced aggressively without warning, saying that she wanted sex.

Giggle Worm was surprised but obliging, and constricted her blunt tail so that it thinned and elongated. The thin probing pussy/anus tail squeezed between the loops of tummy and pressed into Olga's pussy obediently.

Olga shrieked with angry ticklish laughter from this touch, and angrily grabbed this tail aggressively and rubbed it into her clitoris, making Giggle Worm giggle loudly with tickled laughter and flick about reflexively.

Giggle Worm was tickled horribly as Olga aggressively pushed and shoved against her tummy loops during the angry sex that followed, and Olga was likewise shrieking with laughter from Giggle Worm's movements nudging against Olga's own hypersensitive skin. Both were ticklish to the point of near disability from the hated Slaanesh mutating their nerves in that hideous dungeon, so that even making love was distressingly ticklish for both of them!

"Mo more hickles!", Olga raged, getting angry.

Giggle Worm was flicking about badly in this claustrophobic room, the blades of her tail eye bolts painfully drawing Giggle Worm's own blood as she flicked about uncontrollably!

Olga reached a slender arm through the gap in Giggle Worm's tummy loops and weakly but roughly grabbed her eternally giggling face, and pulled Giggle Worm's face through the gap, tickling her half to death in the process!

Olga aggressively kissed Giggle Worm's giggling lips as she aggressively rubbed their vaginas together, and Giggle Worm returned the kiss passionately, deeply sexually excited by Olga despite being tickled half to death and being agonisingly stabbed on her own blades!

Giggle Worm's eternal giggling became more sexual sounding as she was pleasured by her fiancée, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy, her orgasm growing.

Olga aggressively pinched one of the nipples on the six pancake breasts that ran below Giggle Worm's face in three pairs, twisting the nipple assertively!

Giggle Worm was filled with sharp pain, but it was a very sexual pain, and turned her on terribly. This was intoxicating!

Giggle Worm's pussy taper was weeping vaginal fluid in excitement, and Olga felt just as wet where she rubbed against Giggle Worm. They were both very aroused.

"You gomma cum soom?", Olga asked with her tongueless mouth.

Giggle Worm passionately blinked twice to say "yes".

Olga kissed Giggle Worm again and rubbed them together faster than ever, it felt incredible.

Giggle Worm giggled hoarsely as she orgasmed hard, her entire wormlike body shuddering with ecstasy.

Olga moaned loudly in an orgasm of her own, and Giggle Worm felt wonderfully content.

Olga and Giggle Worm were both hot and covered in sweat in the confined space, Olga wrapped tightly by Giggle Worm's sweaty tummy loops.

"I'm boy-wing hop, meeb colb air!", Olga complained, and tried to escape Giggle Worm's embrace to cool down.

Giggle Worm giggled shrilly with tickled laughter as Olga crawled through a gap in her tummy loops seeking the door, and Giggle Worm involuntarily wet herself heavily before Olga finally spelunked all the way to the door!

Olga opened the door and escaped to the cool air of the hallway outside. Olga reached a slender arm back inside the room, feeling around between Giggle Worm's sweaty tummy loops to find some clothes, tickling Giggle Worm half to death in the process!

Olga's probing hand found a bra and a pair of panties among the tangled flotsam of various clothes and other belongings that were perpetually lost between Giggle Worm's tummy loops.

Olga dressed in the bra and panties in the hallway, and left to visit a communal room of the building as the badly sweating Giggle Worm was left tied in knots and tangles inside the claustrophobic bedroom, (which irritated Giggle Worm).

Giggle Worm extended one of her long coils out through the door to bask in the cool air of the hallway to help cool down her overheated sweaty body, and she unhappily got to work unknotting her long body in the confined space, carefully pulling the metal blades of her tail eye bolts from where they impaled her own bleeding flesh.

Giggle Worm slowly poked her head out of the door, looking to see where Olga had gone, but saw only a few other half-naked mad girls and angry throngs of sword wielding horned red daemonic bloodletters in the hallway praising Khorne together. The mad girls were all always habitually half-naked from their ticklish hypersensitivity to touch, the feeling of clothing fabrics stroking on their wretched ticklish bodies was like torture to them, forcing these wretched women to remain forever underdressed.

The mad girls in the hallway wore very tight blood red bras with brass coloured Khorne symbols inked on the cups, and tight blood red panties also bedecked with inked brass Khorne symbols. The underwear was extremely tight so that it rarely rubbed or stroked their wretched skin, but the wearers still screamed with laughter occasionally from the slight stroke of fabric on skin. Nudity would have been even more effective to protect their skin from the hated sensation, but they were honourable Khorne women not Slaanesh harlots and would not be naked in public.

On their faces the mad girls had painted Khorne symbols with their own blood, their matted unkempt hair was either cut short or tied up around their heads so that their hair never stroked their hypersensitive ticklish skin, and they carried knives and auto pistols in their hands. They looked both deranged and dangerous…

Giggle Worm herself was completely naked as always, which Giggle Worm greatly preferred, but Giggle Worm's public nudity was excused by the Khorne daemons and mad girls because of her sheer inability to clothe herself with her disabling mutations. The others were uncomfortable with Giggle Worm's nudity, but they tolerated it, if barely. To save the others from discomfort, Giggle Worm kept her pussy/anus "tail" out of view inside the bedroom as much as possible, (except when she needed the toilet or needed to wash).

"Hi Giggle Worm", the mad girls greeted her in slightly crazed voices.

Giggle Worm double blinked in reply, and giggled at them questioningly to ask if they had seen Olga.

"Blood!, You are bleeding blood!", the extremely numerous bloodletters snarled excitedly at Giggle Worm, smelling her self inflicted injuries from her own blades.

Giggle Worm ignored the Khorne daemons and continued looking for Olga.

Giggle Worm wormed her way slowly down the hallway past the other mad girls, most of her body still inside her room, and poked her head inside the communal kitchen/dining area of this floor. Inside she found many more half-naked mad girls and a few fellow chaos spawns, as well as several packs of brutal daemonic flesh hounds of Khorne and even more bloodletters, and she found the sweaty Olga sitting in a chair in her Khorne symboled underwear drinking a metal cup of water.

Giggle Worm slithered over to her fiancée, and Olga lovingly watered Giggle Worm with her cup of water. Giggle Worm giggled contentedly, feeling so happy right now.

"Giggle Worm save us fom hickle hell, pwaise Giggle Worm!, Pwaise Khorm!", one of the mad girls proclaimed religiously.

Giggle Worm blushed happily at this praise, and other mad girls praised her religiously, almost worshipping Giggle Worm.

"My Giggle Worm save us fom hell", Olga agreed fondly, beaming at Giggle Worm with deranged affection.

Giggle Worm flushed with pleasure from the praise. Giggle Worm had been extremely popular with her comrades ever since she talked the security guards into rescuing them all from Wendy's horrible tower, they regularly reminded her that she had saved them all from their hellish nightmare.

"Khorne wanted you to slay your way to freedom, instead you TALKED your way out of that despicable tower!, By Khorne you disappointed us all!", one of the bloodletters snarled indignantly.

Giggle Worm ignored this foolish comment. She had gotten them all out alive, if they had died in that horrible tower before the "fetish choir" ritual was broken, then their souls would have been sent screaming to the Slaanesh tickling hells for all eternity!, Giggle Worm had gotten them ALL out safely, the bloodletters could complain all they liked but Giggle Worm had no regrets at all.

"(Angry Snort), Perhaps… Perhaps you are right Giggle Worm. You saved Khorne worshippers' souls from ending up in a DISGUSTING Slaanesh hell, you served Khorne and I must honour you…", the bloodletter angrily conceded, seemingly able to read her mind.

Olga beamed proudly at Giggle Worm, making Giggle Worm blush again.

"We save fom hell, mow we serb Khorm fee fom hickling hell!", one of the mad girls rejoiced religiously.

The other mad girls added their own oaths to Khorne.

Giggle Worm wormed forward closer to Olga, raising herself up and resting her face and the six breasted tummy immediately behind her face on Olga's lap affectionately, (causing briefly reflexive laughter in both of them).

Giggle Worm relaxed contentedly in Olga's lap.

"The only lesbians Khorne approves of are ANGRY lesbians!", one of the bloodletters growled angrily at Giggle Worm and Olga's display of affection.

Giggle Worm flushed with offended anger at this homophobic remark, and Olga and the other mad girls made angry noises at this. Every single one of the mad girls was a lesbian and they didn't take kindly to homophobia.

"Anger, good, but be angrier still you dykes!", the bloodletter encouraged them bluntly.

The room erupted into rage at these words and the bloodletter became happier.

Giggle Worm was deeply annoyed by the bloodletters, they continually ruined every peaceful moment with their desire for constant anger in the mad girls!

Giggle Worm irritably moved away from the room to check the mail, using her giggling mouth to open a mail box at the entrance to this floor of this building.

This building was a public housing tower on the surface of the island, one of the abandoned towers just down the road from Wendy Sevenson's horrible tower. The original inhabitants had been killed by the sound of Wendy's sonic weaponry, and no one else had wanted to claim the other available rooms in this floor yet, giving the mad girls a floor all to themselves.

The mad girls and chaos spawn who had escaped the tower all lived together for mutual protection. Horrified local citizens had armed the mad girls with firearms, and Khorne himself had personally sent several entire mighty cohorts of a daemonic Khorne Blood Legion to protect the mad girls the moment they escaped.

The Khorne daemons were mostly humanoid bipedal horned hoofed sword wielding bloodletters of Khorne, but also included several packs of brutal flesh hounds of Khorne, and all were led by mighty exalted heralds of Khorne, fiercely honourable and martially chivalrous warrior commanders who controlled the mighty cohorts.

The daemons had burst into existence around the mad girls through a sudden giant rip in the fabric of reality the day the mad girls escaped, and the mighty heralds of Khorne had congratulated the mad girls for being "strong enough to escape", telling them that Khorne was pleased with them and had rewarded their "strength" with daemonic military protection against Wendy Sevenson or her vile servants, lest they try to return the escapees to their nightmarish imprisonment in Wendy's tickling tower!

The mad girls had screamed with joy and relief at the promise that mighty Khorne himself now protected them from ever returning to that terrible tickling tower, they had dropped to their knees and faces and had wept in worship of Khorne. Giggle Worm herself had only not cried hard tears of relief because she was physically incapable of weeping, inside her mind she had gasped great sobs of emotion after her years of hellish trauma.

The mad girls had been so filled with emotion and worship that they had immediately formed the "chaos cult of the mad girls", a fanatical Khorne worshipping chaos cult, in sobbing gratitude to Khorne for his desperately needed protection.

As soon as the mad girls had been emotionally composed enough they had gotten in contact with the Dark Tropic press, informing horrified reporters of the abuses they had suffered in Wendy's tower. The local citizens had been extremely supportive and had armed the mad girls with firearms, and were currently giving them financial support and helping them to acclimatise themselves with their new lives of freedom.

It had all been so wonderful.

Giggle Worm checked the mail as she thought these wonderful things, and found it filled with yet more letters from horrified locals and advocacy groups, no doubt yet more requests for interviews or promises to take Wendy to court. Wendy was facing a LOT of trouble over this apparently.

Giggle Worm carried as many letters as she could in her mouth, and took several trips to carry all of the letters to the communal dining room for the mad girls with working hands to open and read.

Giggle Worm returned to her beloved Olga, and raised her body into an S shape and kissed the seated Olga's lips lovingly, feeling romantic. Olga grabbed Giggle Worm's head assertively, making her entire body flick violently, and heavily made out with the badly flicking Giggle Worm!

Giggle Worm's blade studded tail end was still coiled up inside their bedroom, the distance from the room less than 36 meters, and her flicking bladed tail slashed the bedroom walls harmlessly without hurting anyone.

Olga just kept holding Giggle Worm's head tightly and kept making out with her as she flicked ticklishly from the touch. Giggle Worm was smitten by this romantic kiss with her fiancée, and closed her eyes in bliss as her eternally giggling mouth passionately kissed Olga's mouth.

Giggle Worm's distant tail pussy was getting very damp in their bedroom as the heavy kissing continued, but Olga just kept kissing her without making any move towards the bedroom.

Giggle Worm giggled in blissful contentment, so grateful to have escaped her nightmare to now enjoy this kind normal life. She was free from the dungeon forever, free to live her life without sadistic freaks trying to tickle her to death, without being raped, without being imprisoned.

Giggle Worm was very happily in love and engaged to be married, the woman kissing her would be her wife soon, and they would live happily ever after.

The kissing eventually reached a natural stopping point, and Giggle Worm rested her front contentedly in Olga's lap, giggling softly in perfect bliss.

***…

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!

***…

Franklin Sevenson stood grimly in the dark in his hastily put on neophyte uniform and carapace armour, up on the roof of his mother's sinful tower with his various Night Lord kin and a collection of allied noise marines, all awaiting air evacuation.

The "Sevenson women", which included his wife Violet and all of his nuns, had all been teleported to safety with little warning. Likewise all of the children, babies and Violet's egg had been teleported to safety. Leaving the Sevenson men and the Clan Muhammad Tzeentch bird mutants behind in the building, as well as Violet's biological father Sigmund Smith, (who had been mostly living in the tickle slave dungeons raping slave girls for his entire stay).

The building was also infested with Slaanesh worshipping chaos space marines of other warbands and assorted other heretics, but surprisingly few had managed to reach the roof. Franklin counted 14 allied noise marines in total, 6 from the Emperor's Children traitor legion, 5 from the Flawless Host, and 3 from the Angels of Ecstasy. On the roof were 9 Sevenson Night Lords including Franklin and his father Luke, 7 of them members of the command squad that had billeted in Wendy's giant bed to man the top floor command post!

Given that a thunderhawk gunship had a passenger capacity of 30 power armoured space marines, (with Luke's huge terminator armour taking up the same space as two marines in power armour), there was an obvious problem. The Astartes present would take up 24 of the 30 spaces passengers could occupy, leaving only 6 passenger spaces left. The bird mutants (and Sigmund) numbered more than this…

The bird mutants were women and quite small, but Franklin still wasn't sure they would all fit…

Some sort of Slaanesh daemon was apparently rampaging throughout the building below causing havoc, forcing everyone to evacuate like this. The daemon was apparently unstoppable and could only be run away from, even Octavia's greater daemon "husband" had apparently been defeated in combat by this daemon!

The building was in complete pandemonium as this daemon hunted people inside, huge holes had punctured through the floors and ceilings as the massive thing smashed up and down between floors!

Franklin tried yet again to call on the power of the Emperor to fight with.

"No, not against Em-Hegg-Ammon, this daemon is good not evil", the Emperor spoke in Franklin's mind, and the power refused to flow into him.

Franklin cocked his head at this.

Blue witchcraft glowed around several of the Tzeentch bird mutants on the dark roof, glinting off the power armour of Sevenson Night Lords and some allied noise marines. The bird mutants all looked at Franklin grimly.

"The Conscience of Slaanesh is not evil, but is still horribly dangerous and sometimes unpredictable. Her well meaning schemes can cause massive devastation as unintended consequences. We must not be near her!", one of the bird mutants said grimly in a slightly bird like voice in response to his thoughts.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon is a foe we cannot defeat in this sacred building, not with that damn fetish choir of slave girls feeding their laughter to the warp. We need to redeploy", Franklin's massive terminator armoured father Luke Sevenson rumbled bitterly in his daemon voice.

"Why don't we teleport?", Franklin asked.

"Too much power is consumed by teleportation, the ship we are evacuating to has already drained all of its capacitors, and the 'Orphan Blender' is just out of teleportarium range. The thunderhawk gunship will arrive before a teleportarium is ready to teleport us. The Sevenson women and children are the highest priority to the family so they got teleported, the rest of us have to go the hard way", Luke explained.

Before Franklin could reply the roar of an aircraft filled the air, getting steadily louder. Luke was right, the thunderhawk gunship was already arriving, no point waiting even longer for a teleportarium when a thunderhawk gunship would get them away faster.

Franklin looked up to see the faint outline of a corrupted thunderhawk gunship coming down to land on the roof landing pad in the blue light of the bird mutants. Huge blasts of air pummelled everyone from the roaring engines of the thunderhawk.

Pink witchcraft suddenly filled the air with terrible bright light from the doorway behind them all!

Pink light and terrible numbness suddenly engulfed Franklin and all of the other space marines around him!

Franklin gasped as his entire body felt nothing at all, he couldn't feel anything!

Chaos space marines screamed barely audibly in the roar of the thunderhawk gunship engines, and Franklin turned to see a nearly identical copy of Octavia's daemonic "husband", a towering disturbingly beautiful pale skinned six-breasted four-armed loincloth clad greater daemon of Slaanesh, clacking a pair of huge crab claws menacingly and wreathed all over in terrible flames of glowing pink witchcraft!

The deafening noise of noise marine sonic weaponry suddenly exploded through the air with abusive force, and the pale skin of the greater daemon ruptured and split and blasted into craters, the noise marines opening fire on the horrifying thing!

Sevenson Night Lords opened fire with their own bolters and other ranged weapons, and more horrific damage erupted over its skin.

The daemon screamed orgasmically from the pain of these injuries just like any other greater daemon of Slaanesh would, its screams of pleasure audible even over all the other sounds!

The daemon's skin was healing as fast as it could be damaged!

Blue witchcraft from the bird mutants engulfed the daemon with multi coloured flames that seemed to confuse the daemon temporarily, and chaos space marines ran screaming towards the thunderhawk gunship that was just lowering its ramp now.

Franklin was shoved towards the thunderhawk gunship by his father, everyone was falling back towards it.

The bird mutants all heroically stood between the monster and the fleeing marines, blue energy glaring off their bodies like terrible blue fire.

Franklin and the others stumbled up the ramp into the thunderhawk gunship, cramming the interior with their numbers.

"I have no fight with you wonderful Tzeentch ladies who bring hope to the hopeless, but I must punish these despicable rapists and murderers and psychopaths you shelter", the monster yelled loudly over the engines.

"Our allies will feel the hope of escape this day, even if we have to fight you!", one of the bird mutants shouted back, gesturing for the thunderhawk gunship to leave without them.

The thunderhawk gunship ramp suddenly closed and the craft shot skywards, pressing Franklin down from the brutal acceleration.

Franklin didn't find out what happened to the bird mutants left behind to fight, the thunderhawk gunship was travelling skywards with its passengers.

The cabin air was filled with anguished screaming from marines, with even Violet's biological father whimpering and scratching his skin hard in an attempt to feel something, apparently numb.

"Damnation I feel nothing but numbness, cursed Em-Hegg-Ammon!", Luke snarled angrily.

Franklin touched his own face, but barely felt anything except resistance, his body totally numb.

"She got you too?, You must be doing something right then, only the wicked and evil get numbed by Em-Hegg-Ammon", Luke chuckled mirthlessly.

"I have many sins, but I am not evil", Franklin replied unhappily.

"You burned my daughter Hyacinth alive for no reason except racist hatred, you are as wicked and evil as the wicked and evil Night Lord that you are", Luke snorted mockingly.

Franklin paused at this, feeling strangely sick with himself at these words for some reason.

Franklin touched his numb face again, finding the numbness irritating but not distressing like the others.

Luke snarled again at his own numbness, apparently tormented by the sensation.

"It's not THAT bad, just numb", Franklin chided his father and fellow space marines.

Everyone in the cabin angrily cursed Franklin, with even his father making an irritated sound at Franklin's words.

"Numbness is the worst thing in the entire universe for any Slaanesh worshipper!", Violet's father Sigmund snapped angrily.

Other people in the cabin angrily agreed with this statement.

"For me the numbness is merely irritating. I am not so crippled with sensation addiction", Franklin contemptuously dismissed their pathetic weakness.

Franklin was loudly cursed, the heretics extremely bitter and jealous of Franklin's immunity to their own suffering.

The thunderhawk gunship continued to climb upwards with huge acceleration, and the nose of the craft seemed to be tilting steadily upwards so that the floor was becoming a slope. Franklin and the other passengers gradually found huge fold-down seats along the walls and ceiling with strong seatbelts, and strapped themselves in to stop themselves tumbling down to the back wall as the slope got worse.

Soon the floor was completely vertical, and the unhappy passengers hung in their seatbelts, most still screaming from their numbness.

The gravity soon disappeared completely as they achieved orbit, and the miserable people remained in their seatbelts for the rest of the flight.

A few minutes later the thunderhawk gunship loudly "clunked" against something metallic, and the cabin wall information panels glowed green runes to indicate that the thunderhawk was docking with something.

The feeling of gravity artificially returned under their feet, and the passengers all unbuckled their seatbelts and got up, standing around the cabin.

Franklin felt a strange feeling of hope growing inside himself as he stood in the cabin, everything was going to be good, the future would only be wonderful from now on, he could achieve anything he strove for!

The others seemed to grow visibly more hopeful too, even the screaming chaos space marines were laughing with hope that their numbness would be over soon.

"Bah!, Get out of my mind Tzeentch, Slaanesh desires lust not hope!", Luke barked angrily.

Franklin flinched at these words, and tried to force the hope out of his mind by force of will.

The crew of the thunderhawk gunship entered the passenger cabin for the first time, all of them normal human heretic pilots rather than space marines, and the small group of crew got to work opening a door at the side of the cabin.

The heretics opened the door and then respectfully ushered the passengers to exit.

Franklin and the others exited out the door into a fully open airlock with both sets of doors open, and simply entered into a large room of gothic metal architecture beyond, the room lit with a constantly changing gentle blue light.

The room was crowded with various people and a lot of pedestrian traffic, and had many huge open doors to adjacent corridors and rooms, with cargo containers stacked neatly out of the way in a few places with cargo loading machines parked beside them. This was apparently some sort of small scale docking port and cargo handling room.

The architecture was distinctly imperial, as was all of the machinery, but glowing blue sheet flames of obviously Tzeentch witchcraft floated around in the air just below the highish ceiling, illuminating everything but not emitting any heat.

Franklin was barely inside the room before a beautiful blue feathered bird mutant woman in a pale blue armless dress threw herself at him in a frantic hug!

It took Franklin a moment to recognise the bird mutant woman as his wife Violet, hardly recognising her in these unfamiliar clothes.

Violet's arms wrapped around him, but his numb skin couldn't even feel her touch.

Franklin bent down to kiss his wife in greeting out of habit, and their lips met, but he couldn't even feel the kiss, just the numb feeling of slight pressure on his lips…

Violet gasped in horror, apparently reading his mind with her filthy telepathic psychic powers, and she desperately fussed over him and started to cry.

Franklin had barely processed this when some of his precious nuns rushed to him, and he automatically became extremely submissive towards them.

The group of nuns surrounded Franklin and Violet, and Violet squealed ticklishly and flinched out of the way as Sister Mary poked Violet in the side to make her move, Violet herself extremely submissive towards the nuns and not resisting them in any way.

With Violet out of the way the nuns embraced Franklin's numb body with hugs of concern. Franklin's numb penis got an instant erection from his nuns and Sister Mary's hand raised to the side of his head to tickle his ear to control his swelling problem.

Franklin felt nothing at all, no sensation in his skin, and did not react, his erection refused to go down!

The nuns became alarmed at his lack of reaction, and his face was slapped in punishment, but he couldn't even feel it!

Nuns frantically tried to tickle him in various places as others beat him, but he was too numb to feel any of the sensations!

Franklin groaned in horror!

Franklin felt terrible despair and fear fighting against the strange pervasive hope of this place, and the artificial feeling of external hope only increased his feelings of horror!

Luke Sevenson barked with nasty laughter at Franklin's horror.

"It's only numbness as you said, it won't bother you you said", Luke mocked nastily.

"But I can't be punished and disciplined if I can't feel!, I can't feel the touch of my wife!", Franklin exclaimed in horror.

"It's not so funny when it effects you is it?", Luke mocked him.

"How long will the numbness last?!", Franklin asked desperately.

"Until Em-Hegg-Ammon thinks you have suffered enough to pay for your evil, the punishment fits the crime", Luke said bitterly.

Franklin drew on the power of the Emperor immediately to free himself from this horrible numbness.

The power refused to come!

"I can't draw on the power of the Emperor!", Franklin exclaimed worriedly.

"You are cursed by Em-Hegg-Ammon herself, the Emperor won't fight her curse for diplomatic reasons. Em-Hegg-Ammon has made many strong pacts and alliances with the enemies of Slaanesh over the past ten thousand years, including with Isha, Cegorach and your precious Emperor. The Emperor will not risk offending the ONLY greater daemon of Slaanesh who helps his cause, the diplomatic alliance with Em-Hegg-Ammon is worth more to the Emperor than you are", Luke explained with a grim chuckle.

The nuns all gasped at this blasphemy.

"You still don't know what you are dealing with. Em-Hegg-Ammon is the living embodiment of Slaanesh's conscience, the part of Slaanesh that is completely ethically good", Luke explained.

"What are you talking about?", Mother Superior barked indignantly.

"The daemon that numbed us is the part of Slaanesh's psyche that hates Slaanesh and hates everything evil that Slaanesh and his worshippers do. Her name is Em-Hegg-Ammon and she is Slaanesh's eternally tortured conscience. She hunts down the evil Slaanesh worshippers and numbs them terribly to torment them as a punishment. We are her latest victims", Luke explained grimly.

"Why did this daemon target us?", Franklin asked unhappily.

"I am a rapist among other things, you yourself are a psychotic racist murderer, everyone who was attacked has done something to draw her wrath", Luke pointed out.

"Do convicts really count as murder?, They were bothering my nuns. And racism is surely a VIRTUE not a vice, if the daemon is actually good then it would realise this", Franklin opined reasonably.

"Your complete lack of remorse and empathy also probably enraged Em-Hegg-Ammon", Luke chuckled.

"Empathy is a sin!", the nuns all snapped immediately.

Violet put the palm of her hand to her forehead for some reason.

"Complaining about it won't change the fact that we are cursed with numbness. This is going to be miserable waiting for the curse to end", Luke growled bitterly.

A group of slightly impatient looking ship-crew uniform wearing heretics and Tzeentch bird mutants that were standing nearby cleared their throats, and Franklin's group all turned to look at them.

"Welcome aboard the Clan Muhammad carrack-class transport ship "the Silence of the Ducks", a blue feather haired male bird mutant in a ship officer's uniform formally began to say in a slightly bird-like voice.

"The what!?", several nuns spluttered at the ship name.

"The Silence of the Ducks", the officer uniformed male bird mutant patiently repeated.

"Why give a ship such an odd name?", Franklin asked in confusion.

"Daemon princess of Tzeentch TigerLily Sevenson chose the name, it is apparently an ancient quote from one Mr Chandler Bing in the ancient past", the officer patiently explained.

"Don't ask don't ask don't ask", Luke growled under his breath.

"What quote?", Sister Mary asked anyway, making Luke growl with annoyance.

"The quote goes, 'I can't decide between lamb or duck. Well, of course, lambs are scarier. Otherwise the movie would've been called Silence of the Ducks'.", the bird mutant officer explained.

"My wife has a bizarre sense of humour", Luke explained awkwardly as the imperials blinked in confusion.

"The ship name is regularly questioned by new people, I am very used to explaining it", the officer said happily.

"Is TigerLily here?, Can she undo this numbness curse?", Franklin asked hopefully.

"Cum-Dumpster isn't as strong as Em-Hegg-Ammon unfortunately, she has already tried without success to dispel my own numbness from afar. She is not aboard this ship unfortunately, I could *really* use a submissive Cum-Dumpster right now to vent my frustrations on!", Luke said, yelling up at the air at the end.

"Luke you are in public in front of my Clan members!", TigerLily's disembodied psychic voice complained unhappily from the air.

"I'm too numb to care about social niceties right now, the only pleasure I am still capable of feeling is sadism!, I need you as soon as possible!", Luke replied in a strained tormented aggravated voice.

"I will visit you as soon as possible, in the meantime I would APPRECIATE it if you didn't discuss our private life in front of my Clan, you are embarrassing me", TigerLily replied unhappily.

"Everyone in the Clan can read minds, I think they probably already know what we do together", Luke chuckled.

Every Tzeentch worshipper in earshot nodded awkwardly, looking embarrassed.

"We Tzeentch worshippers still don't air our sex lives out in public like a bunch of farm animals!", TigerLily's psychic voice tutted slightly derisively.

"A thousand apologies my love, please just come as soon as possible", Luke soothed his wife.

"I'm coming right now, can I please come multiple times?", TigerLily asked naughtily.

"What?… Oh, now who is being vulgar in public?", Luke sighed in exasperation.

"I'm not being vulgar dear husband, what are you suggesting?", TigerLily chuckled innocently.

"Come to me as soon as possible if you want to 'come multiple times'", Luke replied softly.

The bird mutant officer and crew members were getting noticeably irritated by this point as well as being embarrassed.

"As I was saying, this ship is 'the Silence of the Ducks', and I am Third Mate Lieutenant Ishmael Muhammad…", the bird mutant officer began.

"Third Mate?, We are welcomed onboard by the mere third mate?!", Luke tutted in irritation, apparently offended.

"I am the current officer of the watch, and in the absence of the Captain and the First and Second Mate I am the highest ranking officer on board this ship", Lieutenant Ishmael Muhammad defended himself firmly.

"Yes yes, your position is highly distinguished I have no doubt. I am numb all over and am having a very bad day, I have little patience for manners at the moment", Luke said impatiently, even more abrasive than usual since being numbed.

"Very well. The crew of the ship will attend to the needs of you and all of your companions, accomodations are being prepared for you during your stay", Lieutenant Ishmael Muhammad informed Luke politely with obvious patience.

"I 'need' my women, my wife TigerLily especially, but Octavia and Wendy too if they are available. This numbness will be hard to endure, some suffering female company will give me some slight relief", Luke said in a pained voice.

"Father!", Franklin began.

"For once in your life boy get over it, I am not in the mood!, Every moment I live in this numbness is hell for me!", Luke snapped.

"Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson is currently on board another Tzeentch aligned ship, the 'Orphan Blender', we will be docking with the Orphan Blender later when the Captain sees fit", Lieutenant Ishmael Muhammad informed Luke calmly.

"Good. I still have a war to organise in Low Commorragh, I don't intend to stay on this ship for long", Luke said with a low daemonic growl of weariness.

"With Em-Hegg-Ammon on the hunt for your female companions, the safest place for them to stay is on a ship like this with an active Tzeentch hope choir. Slaanesh daemons cannot sustain themselves in the warp flavours that permeate this ship, there is safety here", Lieutenant Ishmael Muhammad said seriously in his slightly bird like voice.

"I will go mad without at least one of my women to take my mind off this accursed numbness!, I must have at least TigerLily accompany me to the military command centre in Low Commorragh so that I can continue my duties", Luke demanded.

"You can discuss matters of transportation with the Captain and with your wife when her ship docks with ours", Lieutenant Ishmael Muhammad replied calmly.

Crew members were currently attending to the screaming marines as this conversation continued, and Franklin noticed that his wife Violet was currently trying to soothe her weeping biological father Sigmund.

Violet's egg was resting in an armoured incubator pram bedecked in Tzeentch symbols, guarded by many bird mutant men holding arcane looking automatic rifles, with Violet's two children also standing with the pram. The egg had been grabbed out of the original incubator by the then naked Violet just before both had been teleported to safety, and this new incubator pram had obviously been provided by the crew of this ship. This bird mutant owned ship apparently had had bird mutant specific "baby equipment" on hand for the needs of bird mutant mothers.

Violet was surprisingly calm about the safety of her egg, meaning that she obviously completely trusted everyone guarding the pram. Given that this ship was crewed by Violet's kin members it made sense that she felt safe here.

Violet had been naked as usual when she teleported, but she was now wearing a pale blue armless dress with a long skirt and no cleavage, distinctly the refreshingly wholesome female casual attire favoured by Tzeentch worshipping women. It did not take a genius to deduce that the Tzeentch worshippers on this ship had given this dress to the naked Violet.

With this dress on Violet looked just like any of her Tzeentch worshipping kin, just an especially big breasted bird mutant with an especially beautiful face. Violet could easily get lost in the crowd here, just bird feet and feathers and Persian faces in every direction on this ship.

Franklin's nuns were all present, including Sister Superior Clementine, and all of the babies they had born Franklin were resting in undecorated mass produced black prams that this ship had obviously provided them with as well. (Franklin hoped that the prams weren't corrupted by chaos!)

Missing however were the remaining surviving boys from the orphanage, left behind in the building when the nuns teleported and forgotten by the space marines in all the confusion. (Also missing was the pet tyranid who was locked in a psychic proof cage back in the tower, but Franklin didn't really care about him).

Franklin hoped that his fellow orphanage boys would be strong facing the daemon in that tower…

"Those orphanage boys are fine Master, Em-Hegg-Ammon has given them food and water, and is trying to organise child psychologists and trauma counselling for them to get over growing up in that orphanage. The *boys* will not be hurt, but Em-Hegg-Ammon is feeling rather *less* friendly towards the nuns…", Violet said verbally in reply to his thoughts.

"Did you just use telepathy?!, Wait, the nuns are in danger!", Franklin exclaimed.

"They are safe, Em-Hegg-Ammon can't touch them onboard this ship Master, Slaanesh daemons would suffocate here. This ship has a never ending hope choir blasting out worship energy to Tzeentch, only Tzeentch daemons can breathe here", Violet reassured as the nuns themselves got alarmed.

"Chappie the pet Zoanthrope will be fine too. Em-Hegg-Ammon loves Chappie, Chappie is one of the most good and ethical Zoanthropes in the universe according to Em-Hegg-Ammon. Chappie and Em-Hegg-Ammon even once together fought and defeated TigerLily, during the Aumaom massacre of billions of Khorne worshipping civilians when TigerLily achieved her daemonic ascension", Violet added with a strange sigh.

"What?!, That evil greedy thing is good natured and defeated TigerLily?!", Franklin spluttered in shock and disbelief.

"Goodness is relative to capacity Master. Zoanthropes do not have the capacity to be good by human standards, but by lowly zoanthrope standards of goodness Chappie is very kind and very loyal and even loving in a way. That's why Clan Muhammad is so fond of him, he is a very good zoanthrope who tries his best to be a good boy", Violet explained nostalgically.

"He teamed up with Em-Hegg-Ammon to defeat TigerLily?", Franklin pressed.

"Well, sort of. Not teamed up exactly, there is a bit of a backstory Master. Back when she was mortal, TigerLily had deliberately given Chappie brain bionics to make him incapable of harming non-microscopic biological life but not daemons. TigerLily delighted in forcing Chappie to destroy daemons, without his bionics Chappie has no choice but to kill non-tyranids who get too close to him, TigerLily as a mortal took great malicious joy in putting Chappie in rooms full of daemonettes just to watch him be forced to go berserk", Violet began.

"The mortal TigerLily was a really REALLY horrible person, she was a sick and twisted sadomasochistic drug addict who used her psychic powers to torture people and animals for fun, while Daddy Luke in turn sexually tortured her. She was a really profoundly sick woman, constantly cooked off her tits on dangerous overdoses of Necromundan Spook", Violet continued sadly.

"The mortal TigerLily then unexpectedly ascended to daemonhood during a really fucked up massacre. She had been experimenting with selective breeding and the mutating of captured hormagaunts. She managed to breed a highly psychic strain of hormagaunts, with a severe mental illness that makes them feel insane amounts of hope all the time."

"She then dropped these hormagaunts in drop pods down onto the surface of a heavily populated Khorne daemon world, Aumaom, a hive world planet with oceans of blood and land masses made of bones and dried blood. The mentally ill hormagaunts had a feeding frenzy and a population explosion, and the mortal TigerLily laughed like a lunatic from orbit as every civilian on the planet got eaten", Violet explained grimly.

"The warp around the planet was so filled with hope from trillions of highly psychic mentally ill hormagaunts that Tzeentch's attention was attracted, and with the planet 'conquered' from the grip of Khorne, Tzeentch was very happy with TigerLily and turned her into a daemon princess in reward."

"The raw evil of the mass slaughter also attracted the wrath of Em-Hegg-Ammon, and Em-Hegg-Ammon entered a Slaanesh worshipper host body to possess to fight TigerLily. But Em-Hegg-Ammon was greatly weakened by all of the hope energy from the hormagaunts and TigerLily almost killed her".

"But TigerLily had not changed the bionics in Chappie's brain to stop him attacking daemons…"

"The badly wounded Em-Hegg-Ammon found the sleeping Chappie and woke him up. Em-Hegg-Ammon was still possessing a living host body so Chappie couldn't harm her, but TigerLily was a raw daemon with no biological flesh. Em-Hegg-Ammon used TigerLily's own highly mistreated pet against her. Chappie went berserk towards TigerLily as Em-Hegg-Ammon attacked her at the same time, and I myself as a teenager was forced to rescue my mother before Em-Hegg-Ammon could give her the true daemonic death", Violet said bittersweetly.

"You rescued her?, How?", Sister Mary asked, apparently listening to the story.

"I was on a different ship, I drew an emergency summoning circle and I summoned my mother just before Em-Hegg-Ammon could kill her. We then waited until Em-Hegg-Ammon was gone before returning to subdue Chappie and change his bionics so that he couldn't hurt daemons anymore", Violet explained.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon just left?", Franklin asked in surprise.

"Her wounded host body slowly died from the injuries TigerLily inflicted on it during their duel. Without the host she was banished back to the warp. Em-Hegg-Ammon's daemonic essence was also badly wounded by TigerLily and she was weakened and needed time in the warp to heal. The orbit of the planet had very little Slaanesh flavoured warp energy to sustain the badly weakened Em-Hegg-Ammon. She left to heal and then went to hunt other evil people, the galaxy is always full of more evil people to draw away her wrath", Violet explained.

Luke was still talking (and bickering) with the bird mutant lieutenant and the screaming people were still being attended to during this tale, but everyone else seemed to be listening.

"I don't know if that was the most flattering way you could have told that story Violet", TigerLily herself mused in the air with her disembodied psychic voice.

"Mum, you were a complete nut case as a mortal, and little better during your first few years as a daemon princess. Becoming enslaved to the Matriarch was the best thing that ever happened to you, you are finally sane and safe to be around", Violet gently told the air.

"I do still have great 'evil' plans for the future my dear Violet, but I can afford to wait a few little centuries. Tyranids are coming to the galaxy, more tyranids than you could possibly imagine. Soon all factions in the galaxy will have to unite against the common enemy to escape becoming lunch. Once we survive the hive fleets I have some great plans for rebuilding the galaxy", TigerLily chuckled.

"We will survive the tyranids?", Violet asked hopefully.

"Some remnant of the various races will survive if all goes to plan, at least enough chaos worshippers to keep the chaos gods fed with enough mortal emotions to sustain them. The tyranids are greedy but also extremely lazy in their feeding, they go for the easiest and most bountiful biomass like planets, and don't bother with the difficult to reach scraps like ships and space stations hiding in deep space between the stars. Scatter enough individual chaos ships and space stations widely spaced in the deep void, and the tyranids just won't find it 'economically viable' to hunt down all of them", TigerLily drawled happily.

"What blasphemous nonsense!, The Emperor's galaxy is completely safe from xenos filth, it is our manifest destiny for humans of the Imperium to rule the galaxy!", Sister Superior Clementine cut in unexpectedly at this point.

"Well, far be it from me to trust my own precognition, when I have the opinion of a brainwashed fanatic to see the future far more correctly than Tzeentch himself", TigerLily replied mockingly.

"You couldn't even predict the coming of this daemon to Wendy's tower!", Sister Superior Clementine retorted.

"Actually I have predicted that Em-Hegg-Ammon would eventually come a-calling ever since Lavender Furnace. The events in Low Commorragh only made it even more likely that she would come. I didn't even need precognition to see that Em-Hegg-Ammon would come a-hunting, I was simply not entirely sure of the exact day and hour she would come", TigerLily tittered.

"Why couldn't you tell the hour?", Franklin asked.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon has a deep friendship with Nurgle's wife Isha, and Isha continually nags her husband to confound Tzeentch's precognition about Em-Hegg-Ammon…", TigerLily began.

"Nurgle has a wife?", Sister Mary asked in horror.

"That's what I said", TigerLily smirked.

"Does this Em-Hegg-Ammon also have a spouse?", Sister Mary asked with apparently morbid curiosity.

Violet and TigerLily both giggled with laughter.

"Wendy tried to date Em-Hegg-Ammon once in a fit of adorable mental illness", TigerLily chuckled.

Violet burst out laughing.

Franklin exclaimed in disgust!

"It was as tragic as it was adorable, I almost don't know who I felt more sorry for", Violet giggled.

"Wendy was not doing well back then, shame on both of you for laughing!", Luke snapped, finally finished his conversation with the lieutenant. (The lieutenant and his crew were currently busily attempting to comfort the screaming numbed chaos space marines and Violet's father).

"What happened?", Sister Mary asked sympathetically.

"After having our baby Franklin stolen from her, Wendy had a psychological breakdown and divorced Octavia in a fit of anger and despair. It was a horrible time for the whole family", Luke angrily began carefully.

"Octavia then became intimate with the Flesh Mistress shortly after the divorce and got remarried so quickly that Wendy got bitter and jealous about it. Wendy wasn't in a good place psychologically…", Luke said protectively.

"Wendy got so jealous of her ex-wife Octavia having a greater daemon lover that Wendy tried to get one of her own too just to be petty…", TigerLily added gleefully, with Luke snarling to try and silence her.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon was sympathetic, if irritated", Violet added with a giggle.

"Em-Hegg-Ammon found herself summoned by this mentally ill Wendy just to go on a date with her to one-up Octavia, it was hilarious!", TigerLily laughed.

"What happened, did she attack Wendy?", Sister Mary asked worriedly.

"No, Em-Hegg-Ammon felt pity for Mummy Wendy. Mummy Wendy was this pathetic broken shell of a woman who had lost her baby and gone through a painful divorce. Mummy Wendy had already been numbed in punishment not too long ago so her criminality was pretty low at the time, Em-Hegg-Ammon had mercy on Mummy Wendy", Violet explained sympathetically.

"They tried dating, Em-Hegg-Ammon agreed mostly out of pity for Mummy Wendy I think. I think they even fucked", Violet giggled.

"That's revolting!", Franklin and all the nuns exclaimed.

"It wasn't anything extreme, Em-Hegg-Ammon is too much of a goody two shoes to do anything too depraved during sex when she dates people. Just kiss on the couch type stuff, gentle tender sex", Violet reassured.

"Adultery", Franklin snapped.

"Mummy Wendy was divorced at the time and Em-Hegg-Ammon was single, it was just dating. Em-Hegg-Ammon lost interest fairly quickly after a few dates and parted peacefully, hung around just long enough to let Mummy Wendy show Mummy Octavia that she was dating a greater daemon too", Violet reassured with amused nostalgia.

"It was adorably petty, Wendy paraded Em-Hegg-Ammon around in front of Octavia in the presence of her husband the Flesh Mistress, and the two greater daemons then attacked each other on sight. Em-Hegg-Ammon doesn't get on well with other greater daemons of Slaanesh", TigerLily's psychic voice laughed.

Violet burst out laughing.

Luke snorted with laughter despite himself.

"Admittedly it *was* funny when Wendy's attempt at showing off to Octavia resulted in a daemonic duel that trashed the entire room. Poor Wendy really did try so hard", Luke sighed sadly.

"Why try to show off to Octavia after divorcing her?", Franklin asked in confusion.

"It's a female thing. Divorces are rough and emotions are raw, some women like Wendy get spiteful towards recent ex-spouses and want to be seen to be 'winning' the breakup, to rub their success in their ex-spouse's face. Octavia rebounding super fast to become the mortal consort of a greater daemon of Slaanesh was humiliating for Wendy", Luke explained.

"Was Octavia petty about it too?", Sister Mary asked in surprise.

"No not at all, that's not her way. Octavia was a full time tickle slave who mostly lived in a dungeon getting tickled 16 hours a day the way tickle slaves do, she had no time to worry about pettiness over the divorce, she was too busy laughing all the time. Octavia only leaves her life in the tickle dungeons to be with a spouse or lover, whenever she is single she simply returns to her tickle slavery", Luke replied fondly.

"The Flesh Mistress encountered Octavia the tickle slave restrained in a daemon infested dungeon I had temporarily housed Octavia in, and the pair of them explored the furthest extremes of ticklish sensation together. The Flesh Mistress took a keen interest in Octavia and was so skilled at tickling Octavia that she fell madly in love with him, she didn't need to live in the tickling dungeon anymore to satisfy her when she was with him, and she left the dungeon to be with him as his consort", Luke explained.

"She gets to leave the dungeon, I thought the tickle slaves couldn't leave?", Franklin asked in confusion.

"Octavia is not a *sacrificial* tickle slave like the girls being tickled to death in Wendy's tower, Octavia is just the fun sort of tickle slave, she lives *mostly* in tickle dungeons, even to this day, but she still gets to leave the dungeons sometimes and do other things. She was the very first tickle slave Wendy ever owned, Wendy tickled the absolute shit out of Octavia every day as a plaything even before they were ever married, Octavia is an extremely fun playtime slave with sentimental value to Wendy, not ever a slave Wendy would sacrifice", Luke said appreciatively.

"How did Octavia get away from Wendy after the divorce if she was Wendy's slave?", Sister Mary asked as the other nuns exclaimed in disgust.

"Octavia didn't 'get away' from Wendy's ownership of her, she remained Wendy's tickle slave after the divorce and was brutally chained up and left to rot and languish in various tickling dungeons. But Octavia was frequently 'borrowed' from the dungeon by various Sevenson family members, myself especially, as well as by the kids she had raised like Augusta and Violet. Even her husband the Flesh Mistress didn't 'steal' Octavia so much as 'borrow' her from the tickling dungeons, Octavia was always returned to the dungeons sooner or later."

"Wendy herself tickled the complete shit out of Octavia even when they were divorced. Being able to exercise extreme power over Octavia gave Wendy huge satisfaction after the divorce. Wendy used to strictly control what Octavia could eat and would sometimes completely withhold food from Octavia briefly, just to dismay her and exert power over her. On several occasions Octavia relied on swallowed semen as her only food as she was chained up and starved. It was extremely petty", Luke reminisced with a sigh.

"Poor Octavia!, That's horrid!", Sister Mary complained.

"Octavia didn't actually mind this treatment, she got turned on by it. Even when she looked like an emaciated skeleton with huge fake breasts and being tickled to exhaustion as she was starved and taunted, she was wet as an ocean from it. Octavia is just unbelievably kinky. Wendy never let Octavia fully starve, just made her extremely skinny", Luke defended Wendy's actions.

"Mummy Wendy soon got a taste of her own medicine though when she started dating her next girlfriend, Mistress Lash of the Lee Family Geisha-Dominatrix Clan", Violet giggled.

"Mummy Wendy was still trying to decide if she wanted to stay a submissive or 'graduate' to become a dominatrix back then, so she decided to be submissive just to be sure and dated this exquisitely elegant Geisha-Dominatrix for a while", Violet continued.

"Mistress Lash was a merciless believer in completely perfect discipline in her lovers, and wouldn't let Mummy Wendy eat food if her discipline wasn't COMPLETELY perfect!, Early every morning Mistress Lash made Mummy Wendy balance naked on tiptoes on one foot, on top of a fragile upside down wine glass, holding an extremely precariously balanced ballerina pose. If Mummy Wendy didn't remain perfectly still and balanced the wine glass would break under her foot and stab broken glass into her foot!",

"Mistress Lash had a lot of jars of body paint laced with a horribly itchy skin irritant chemical that caused the worst itching humanly possible, and she would use tiny paint brushes to paint extremely elaborate artwork over every inch of Mummy Wendy's skin!, Mummy Wendy had to endure every single itch without moving or losing her balance or breaking the wine glass!"

"Mistress Lash would then admire and photograph her completely still human artwork, and left Mummy Wendy balancing completely still for over an hour enduring hellish itching from the chemicals in the paint all over her skin!, If Mummy Wendy moved even slightly she wasn't allowed any breakfast in punishment!", Violet exclaimed in horrified delight.

The nuns all flinched in horror at the thought of this.

"It gets even worse. Mistress Lash would then send Mummy Wendy to work wearing only the body paint, and demanded that her artwork was not scratched at or so much as smudged anywhere for the entire day!, That type of paint smudged extremely easily from the slightest touch, and the art was painted extremely intricately in tiny detail so that the smallest smudge would be instantly noticed. If Mummy Wendy tried to scratch any itch it would smudge the paint severely!"

"Mummy Wendy had paint even on the soles of her feet and on her bottom, only her hands and her toes were free of paint!, She was forced to walk on her toes all day long and couldn't sit down, she was forced to awkwardly squat down on her toes to be at a desk and she could never rest her arms all day as her forearms were painted too, she had to keep her arms up away from her body and off the desktop, only using her hands to work!, She couldn't even *pee* the entire day because the pee would smear the paint!"

"Mistress Lash would visit Mummy Wendy at work just before every meal break, and inspect the body paint artwork for any smudges. Only if no smudges were found was Mummy Wendy allowed to eat!, At the end of the day if the paint was completely not smudged Mistress Lash would wash the paint off and let Mummy Wendy eat dinner, (but still wouldn't let her scratch a single lingering itch), but if any smudge was found Mummy Wendy was immediately bound with daemonic chains to stop her scratching, and the itchy paint stayed on her skin until bedtime and she got no dinner!", Violet recounted feverishly.

"Did she cope with that treatment?", Sister Mary asked in dismay.

"Mummy Wendy got quite skinny, but she quickly learned to meet Mistress Lash's high expectations of discipline", Violet said happily.

"What happened to this so-called girlfriend?", Franklin asked disapprovingly.

"They are still very dear friends, but Mummy Wendy eventually decided that she was ready to move on to become a dominatrix. Mummy Wendy and Mistress Lash talked about it and Mummy Wendy offered for Mistress Lash to become Mummy Wendy's submissive girlfriend. But Mistress Lash doesn't switch, they gave it a go but Mistress Lash didn't enjoy it very much. They parted as friends and stay on friendly terms", Violet explained happily.

"They stayed on friendly terms after such terrible treatment to Wendy?", Sister Mary asked in slight dismay.

"Mummy Wendy *loved* being so cruelly disciplined like that, and she was a constantly punished and disciplined submissive for 300 years before that. Even Mummy Octavia was an absolutely merciless tickler-dominatrix to Mummy Wendy for years before they switched roles after the divorce. Mummy Wendy was tickled almost as much as a tickle slave for most of my life. Mummy Octavia barely gave Mummy Wendy's tummy and underarms and feet a moment of peace, and Mummy Wendy *loved* it!", Violet insisted.

"Lash Lee is a really lovely person and a dear friend of mine too. She was also my own dominatrix at one point, albeit briefly, we had a lot of very painful playtime. Even when Lash was torturing me she was lovely and a dear friend, she even used to mind my darling pet Tyranid Chappie for me when I was away, she is about the only disciplinarian strong willed enough to actually train my dear pet to be obedient. Poor Chappie didn't like it though", TigerLily rambled cheerfully.

"She is really lovely and actually a very kind hearted person", Violet agreed happily.

"How could someone so cruel be 'kind'?", Sister Mary asked in confusion.

"In the same way that Octavia can be simultaneously a sadistic maniac and a really kind person, keeps her cruelty compartmentalised so that she is only cruel to playmates and partners in sadomasochistic settings but is kind hearted the rest of the time", TigerLily chuckled fondly.

"She is the sort of Dominatrix who will mercilessly whip you to tears during a bondage game, but then cuddle you and kiss away your tears the second it is over. The complete queen of tender aftercare", Violet said approvingly.

"You say that as though you have experienced it with her!", Franklin growled harshly.

"Not me personally Master, but a lot of people in the Sevenson family have. She is very popular with the Night Lords of the family, I think that only her fear of mandatory constant pregnancy has prevented her from becoming the wife of a Sevenson Night Lord. The Matriarch is forever trying to coax Mistress Lash into marrying into the family", Violet explained happily.

"She is exquisite, I miss my ex-girlfriend. She could have made a delectable wife, but I could not convince her to be my wife. We still had a lot of fun while it lasted", One of the numbed command squad Sevenson Night Lords groaned nostalgically in his misery.

Other miserable members of the command squad nodded in agreement, apparently also having been sexually intimate with this "Lash" harlot.

Violet looked at Franklin in irritation at his thoughts but said nothing.

"I should call on Mistress Lash again soon, is she currently single?", one of the command squad Night Lords groaned hopefully.

"She is between lovers at the moment", TigerLily's disembodied psychic voice replied cheerfully.

"She's MINE!", almost every other member of the command squad snarled jealously.

Vox noises filled the air as almost the entire command squad tried to vox the woman at the same time.

"Yes?", a strangely accented woman's voice asked over a vox feed, set on the loudspeaker mode of the power armour helmet speaker system of the successful marine to mock the rest of the squad.

"Mistress Lash, this is David Sevenson, how have you been?", the marine said longingly in a daemonic voice.

"David?, David!, Oh hi!, It's been so long!, How have you been?", the woman exclaimed with warm happy excitement, not a hint of cruelty in her strangely accented voice.

The other Sevenson Night Lords snarled with jealous annoyance and looked ready to turn violent against David Sevenson, raising their close combat weapons wrathfully!

"Stop that you naughty boys!, No fighting each other!", Violet snapped with extreme dominance.

The Sevenson Night Lords lowered their weapons immediately, cowering back submissively like whipped animals.

"Yes Mistress Violet", every Night Lord including David replied with programmed absolute submission.

"Mistress Violet?, Octavia and Wendy and TigerLily's daughter Violet?", Lash asked curiously over the vox.

"Yes Mistress Lash, Mistress Violet just gave my squad an order", David Sevenson replied respectfully.

"Oh?, Are you busy David?", Lash asked anxiously.

"I'm not busy Mistress Lash. I am calling to ask you out, I would like to call on you", David said respectfully but fearlessly.

There was an awkward silence.

"David…", Lash replied awkwardly, trailing off.

"I *need* you Mistress Lash. Em-Hegg-Ammon got me and numbed me, the numbness is torturing me", David Sevenson begged the woman.

"What?!, That's terrible!, Are you ok?!", Lash replied with very genuine sounding shock and sympathy.

"I'm not ok, I really need you Mistress Lash", David insisted in a pained sounding voice.

"Smooth tactic, play on her sympathy", Luke snorted in cynical amusement.

"I'm terribly sorry for you, but I'm not sure what I can even do to help you?, I'm not any sort of doctor. Have you seen a doctor?", Lash asked sympathetically.

"No doctor can stop the numbness, but your presence will comfort me", David pressed.

"Very smooth", Luke snorted, as the other Night Lords exclaimed in disgust at David's 'tactics'.

"Where are you?", Lash asked compassionately.

"I'm onboard the Silence of the Ducks…"

"The what?, Is that even a place?", Lash asked in confusion.

"We get that a lot", Lieutenant Ishmael Muhammad said quietly.

"It's a ship up in orbit Mistress Lash", David explained eagerly.

"We are not together anymore, you don't have to call me 'Mistress' anymore, you can just call me Lash", Lash replied slightly uncomfortably.

"We could give it another chance, I really need you", David begged hopefully.

"We broke up for a reason David, we wanted different things. I don't want to be a baby factory who has to be pregnant all the time, my feelings haven't changed", Lash said very gently.

"Oof, rejected!", Luke laughed nastily, the other Sevenson Night Lords jeered and laughed.

"It doesn't have to be that serious, it can just be something more casual", David pressed desperately.

"I'm happy to *see* you at any time, but I don't know if this is a good idea. I will visit you on this… Silence of the… Ducks?, I am currently living in orbit in one of the rotating space hives, I can get a shuttle and visit. But don't expect us to get back together David", Lash said very gently but firmly.

"Nice try, solid attempt, but you got friend-zoned", Luke laughed mockingly.

The vox call ended and the other Sevenson Night Lords jeered and mocked their comrade.

"Lash was *way* more gentle and patient than I would have been if any of you ex-boyfriends tried that sort of manipulative crap with me!, Women HATE it when men try that sneaky crap, if a woman is interested SHE will let you know that you have a chance!", Violet said disgustedly.

Franklin looked at the other men with angry jealousy at the information that they were *all* Violet's ex-boyfriends!

"Unless you order me not to Mistress Violet, I will try my luck with Mistress Lash", David said respectfully but adamantly.

"It's your own love life not mine, Lash is free to accept your advances or reject them. I won't order you to stop, but I still find your tactics really distasteful", Violet replied coldly.

"I don't like you talking to your ex-boyfriends", Franklin told Violet jealously.

"I'm your *wife* now Master, the boys all know better than to try to sleep with a married Sevenson woman. I am *not* going to cheat on my dominant Master who rules my body like his property, that would be unthinkably offensive to my sexual tastes in my marriage relationship", Violet promised adamantly in reassurance.

"Yes Mistress Violet", the Sevenson Night Lords replied bitterly with programmed obedience, soothing Franklin's jealousy considerably.

"Is any of that itching body paint that Lash used on my mother still available?, I think that would be an excellent discipline for you Violet", Franklin asked seriously, changing the subject.

Violet recoiled in horror at the question and went pale, but her face also looked sexually aroused at the same time.

"I, I am sure that some could be obtained, but please don't starve me if I scratch!", Violet said with a strange mixture of fear and desire.

"Don't scratch then", Franklin said simply.

Violet moaned softly with desire, looking extremely sexually flustered.

"Yes Master", Violet replied blissfully, sounding like she was deeply in love with him right now.

"Don't starve her", Luke warned severely.

"I will let her eat if she gets dangerously thin, but I am *going* to have a PERFECTLY disciplined wife!", Franklin sternly insisted.

Violet groaned in deep sexual desire, mouth open orgasmically with sexual excitement.

"Sadism is the one pleasure that the numb can still feel, enjoy her suffering, just don't seriously hurt her", Luke encouraged Franklin.

"I am *very* happy to please you in your numbness with my blissful suffering Master, I'm going to be SO itchy for the pleasure of my Master!", Violet said excitedly with depraved Slaaneshi excitement.

"Must you rub our faces in the fact that you can still feel itchy!, To hell with your pleasure when we are numb!", one of the allied noise marines suddenly snapped at Violet.

Violet completely ignored the noise marine, looking at Franklin with masochistic romantic bliss…

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