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.

142. Chapter 142

Chapter 142(Orphan)

Down on the pitch dark surface of the planet spanning ocean that covered approximately 99 percent of the planet of "Dark Tropic", a floating aquacultural rig swayed gently in the deep ocean waves, floating out over a hundred kilometres away from the nearest land.

The floating rig was the size of a tiny village, just over two hundred meters across and roughly circular in shape, surrounded by a floating mass of working platforms, and did indeed contain a tiny village sized population of a few hundred people who lived in habitation block buildings contained within the rig structure.

The rig was a standard mass produced Dark Mechanicum type 14 super deep sea floating aquaculture rig, mass produced in prodigious numbers by the Dark Mechanicum in numerous island harbour shipwright facilities all over the planet, and floated out to empty areas of the extremely deep sea by tug boats to join the multitudes of identical type 14 rigs.

The vast saltwater oceans of Dark Tropic were so astonishingly deep that the water at the bottom of the deepest parts of the ocean was only just still liquid, being almost, but not quite, deep enough for the water pressure to be extreme enough to turn the seawater into exotic high pressure ices like ice IV. At depths measuring multiple tens of kilometres even in the shallower areas of the oceans, Dark Tropic had a LOT of seawater to spare, and this valuable resource was not being wasted, with every last kilometre of ocean depths being used to grow food using these aquaculture rigs.

The biggest limitation with Dark Tropic aquaculture was not space, for they indeed had huge amounts of ocean that had room for more rigs, no, the main limitation was HEAT, the planet would become an uninhabitable steaming death world if too much heat was released!

Each type 14 aquaculture rig was essentially a moderately large floating nuclear fusion reactor, kicking out many many gigawatts of heat and power in a seawater cooled deuterium-deuterium neutronic plasma fusion reaction, fuelled by trace deuterium extracted directly from the hydrogen of the seawater they floated in. *Individually* these reactors were not a problem for these vast oceans to cool, but try carpeting the entire ocean in the things and you would very quickly be in very serious thermodynamic trouble.

As the inhabitants of Dark Tropic were not completely suicidal idiots, they limited their use of aquaculture rigs to just as many as they could *safely* cool in the ocean without increasing global temperatures more than a few degrees Centigrade. Striking a careful balance between maximum food production and not too much global heat increase was the name of the game, and the inhabitants of the rigs worked constantly to keep this careful balance.

This particular type 14 rig out in the ocean was named Kapara Yelawola, or more precisely the village of Kapara Yelawola, and was home to hundreds of angry Khorne worshipping men, (but very few women).

Kapara Yelawola village was a mass of metal and machinery and buildings, with a huge very deep cylindrical-hemispherical shaped hull (mostly) below the water to provide huge upwards displacement buoyancy, essential for fighting the enormous weight of the slightly over 70 kilometres of cables and "chandelier farms" hanging down under the rig.

(Author's note, the formation depth of ice IV at the bottom of an ocean was a pain in the ass to calculate. As far as I can work out, (I might be completely wrong), it forms at the bottom of an ocean at approximately 80 kilometres deep under roughly earth gravity and standard earth atmospheric pressure, meaning that Dark Tropic's oceans *must* be less than 80 kilometres deep to avoid having the sea floor covered with metastable high pressure ice, that stays annoyingly solid at (relatively) high temperatures. Even more irritating was trying to translate "skull throne" to Awabakal, "Kapara Yelawola" is the best I can do, roughly meaning "skull sit". Aboriginal hunter gatherers didn't seem to have any words for any kind of chair. Choosing this language to name places on Dark Tropic was a mistake lol).

Kapara Yelawola village's huge hull was about a hundred meters across and hundreds of meters deep, roofed over with metal to keep out rain, and contained mostly empty internal space and air for maximum displacement buoyancy, but had the seawater cooled reactor resting right at the bottom of the hemisphere bottomed deep cylindrical hull, with a myriad of cooling pipes going through the hull to cool the high powered fusion reactor with prodigious quantities of seawater.

Below the water line was the safest place for this sort of neutron spewing deuterium fusion reactor, as water itself was an excellent neutron absorber, and the habitation block buildings all hung over the sides of the hull as much as possible to keep as much neutron absorbing water as possible between the people and the reactor.

The village was circular in shape, squeezing as much stuff as possible to the outside edges of the rig on platforms hanging up to 50 meters over the sides of the 100 meter diameter hull, with quite tall buildings that angled outwards over the water more and more with each floor to maintain a line of protective water between the people and the reactor. Copious use of high tension cables between buildings on opposite sides allowed quite gravity defying feats of engineering, giving the type 14 aquaculture rig a very distinctive 200 meter diameter circular "funnel shape" when viewed from the air.

Extending down and out from this solid funnel shaped rig on all sides for hundreds of meters was a floating maze of flexible floating gantries and walkways and platforms, that swayed and moved constantly in the swell of the waves. This mess of floating platforms was the main working deck of the aquaculture village, filled with cranes and floating submerged algae silos, refrigerated fish holds and sheltered working areas for gutting fish and processing seaweed and working on machine maintenance.

Red blinking navigation lights flashed on and off constantly on tall poles all over the rig and its surrounding floating working area, briefly illuminating everything in red followed by darkness every few seconds. The water under the rig glowed constantly with deeply submerged white light that in fact went down for 70 kilometres, the "chandelier farms" of the rig being floodlit growing platforms covered in algae and seaweed and other aquaculture going down all the way to the ocean floor.

The work on the rig never ended. The nuclear fusion reactor produced so much power that it brightly illuminated over 70 kilometres of hanging growing platforms, each part of a mosaic of interconnected growing platforms that were collectively 200 meters across on a given level, with a few meters between each platform level, the platforms floodlit 24 hours a day under only the most optimal lighting conditions and spectrums for maximum crop growth.

Huge blooms of genetically engineered mutant algae and sea plants grew under artificial lighting in perfectly optimised conditions, with carefully scanned and measured compost from the biodegradable waste of the hives being added to the crops in perfect amounts with scientific precision. Every mineral and nutrient was carefully optimised, every condition tailored, to get the maximum harvest possible for every minute of the day and every last watt of power and heat invested.

Different crops and marine animals grew best at different depths, so that the chandelier farm platforms changed with depth, some levels having one type of fish or shellfish or other animal, another level having different marine creatures. Some seaweeds and other sea plants could cope with more or less pressure under the harsh glare of constantly cleaned high efficiency floodlights, making a mosaic of different plants down in the depths.

Last of all was the single celled genetically engineered mutant algae. These fast growing hardy microorganisms could cope with pressures that would kill literally everything else the rigs grew, and were the main crop grown by far. Of the over 70 kilometres of chandelier farms, the bottom 50 kilometres were nothing but algae, blooming spectacularly in the nutrient rich deep water under the floodlit glare. The algae doubled in number in less than 24 hours, and could barely be harvested fast enough to keep up with their growth.

Shifts of men around the clock worked controls on complicated crane set ups to pull out and raise selected growing platforms or fish cages from the depths below, adding fertiliser or feeding fish, seeding fresh platforms and harvesting ripe platforms. Slimy thick algae was endlessly scraped off sideways hanging plastic coated metal growing platform sections on cranes with the help of pressure hoses, the algae splattering down into collecting silos underneath to await further processing. Wiggling fish were constantly butchered and frozen, seaweed and sea plants constantly plucked away and stored, the harvest never stopped.

Within sight of Kapara Yelawola village were other type 14 rig villages in every direction, within safe swimming distance if one was desperate enough to swim that far, but not comfortable swimming distance. Food hauling ships meandered constantly between the rigs, filling their cavernous holds with the harvests and taking on fresh hydrogen fuel produced by machines on the rigs from the seawater.

It took astonishing amounts of food to feed the teaming multitudes of people in the hive cities on the various volcano islands, not to mention the people in all the orbiting hive cities up in orbit, just endless millions and millions of tons of food. It took a multitude of type 14 rigs working around the clock, endless ships taking on algae slop and other foods, and it took armies of food industry workers to process this flood of algae slop and much smaller amounts of other food into something more palatable for the masses, with chemical plants churning out synthetic vitamins to add to the processed food to provide everything the human body needed.

More than just food, the fibre in the sea grass formed the substrate for the paper and cardboard industry. The shells of shellfish and bivalves and other shelly things provided easily available calcium carbonate for the cement and concrete industry, (though lava mineral extraction plants also provided huge amounts of calcium). All manner of industries obtained raw materials from the harvests of the aquaculture rigs.

Without the aquaculture rigs, the entire planet would die. They were simply essential for survival.

Currently on Kapara Yelawola village, a group of angry Khorne worshippers were bludgeoning wiggling fish to death with improvised metal pipe clubs, while yelling angry oaths to Khorne, and using fish knives to disembowel and gut the dead fish, hurling the bodies angrily into a freezer.

Jan Kowalski the 26 year old Khorne worshipping man growled oaths to Khorne as he shovelled up fish guts off the swaying platform and into a huge bucket. The guts would be mixed with algae nutrient extract paste and fed to other fish, who would in turn be gutted, creating an endless cycle of guts and death.

Around Jan were many other mostly young men, all of them aggressively at work butchering fish and doing other work.

Jan looked over to one of the few Khorne worshipping women, his gaze greeted by the ugly unfeminine sight of the fish guts covered heavy overall dressed Zofia Madejowa. Zofia was a stocky muscular flat chested woman with a slight wisp of facial hair, a mono brow, and both front teeth missing from fist fighting people in the past. She was wearing heavy black waterproof rubber gumboots covered in fish guts, heavy dark long sleeved overalls also covered in fish guts, and her hair was a matted unkempt bird's nest of knots and tangles with debris, (and fish guts), caught in this unholy tangle of ugly hair. She stank to high hell of rotting fish guts and putrid blood and appalling unwashed body odour!

Zofia Madejowa was the most beautiful and feminine woman in the entire village…

Jan looked away in disgust, and continued murdering fish in the name of Khorne.

The worship of Khorne was repellent to most women, and quickly destroyed the looks and femininity of those few women who did worship the blood god. Missing teeth, indifference about hygiene, muscles, heightened testosterone, body hair, ugly injuries and scars, these things were the inevitable fate of far too many Khorne women.

Jan himself looked little better, a mass of ugly scars and missing teeth, with a repeatedly broken nose and two perpetual black eyes from far too much daily fighting with fellow Khorne worshippers. His hair was hacked short without care, his facial hair was managed indifferently when it was shaved at all, and he only showered when he actually remembered too. Jan was unkempt, rarely washed, and quite amazingly ugly and damaged from constant brutal fighting every day of his adult life.

All the men and women in Kapara Yelawola were constantly getting into non-lethal angry fist fights over the slightest provocation, Khorne driving his followers to be angry and aggressive at all times. As a result everyone in the entire village looked like shit, all trace of beauty or handsomeness daily beaten out of all of them.

Jan was so enraged by Zofia's complete lack of beauty that he immediately threw down his tools and loudly challenged her to an honourable fist fight.

The unfeminine woman angrily swung a punch at Jan with surprising strength for a woman, smarting against his bruised swollen bicep in his left arm through his heavy long sleeved full body overalls.

Jan jabbed back with a brutal punch to the upper middle chest, hitting the thick fabric of the fish guts stained work overalls between Zofia's flat breasts with so much force that she staggered back, immediately slipping over in the fish guts.

Jan chivalrously helped Zofia up to her feet again with a calloused hand, and the two opponents resumed their angry fist fight after Zofia regained her feet, brutally punching each other with bare bleeding knuckles.

"Fight after your shift!, We have work to do!", the huge scar faced shift assistant foreman shouted angrily at the pair from a raised gantry a few minutes later.

Jan and Zofia looked up angrily at the huge shift assistant foreman on the high gantry in the mottled glow of the underwater floodlights and the periodic blinking red glare of the navigation lights, and bitterly agreed with barely controlled anger. The rig had many high hanging gantries supported by long strong cables attached to tall mast poles in the distant middle of the rig, providing raised railing sided walkways above every working area to let supervisors see everything and shout at people.

Jan and Zofia were barely back to work when another fight broke out on another part of the rig, and the huge shift assistant foreman stormed off to shout at the culprits of this fresh fight. Fighting broke out constantly on this rig, and the supervisors never got to rest from constantly shouting at people to break up their fights.

Jan angrily resumed killing and butchering fish, angry yet again that he had not gotten into the military where he could kill more than just fish!

Damnable military budget constraints!

Apparently it was "expensive" to let more than a very small percent of the population of a hive world join the military. Over ten percent of the Dark Tropic population worshipped Khorne, and almost every single one of these worshippers wanted to join the military, but Dark Tropic only had the "budget" to employ less than 5 percent of the entire planetary population as professional soldiers!

And they didn't even let Khorne worshippers fill all of the military vacancies that did exist!, They had "quotas" so that Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, Undivided and, (spit), Slaanesh, got EQUAL "representation" in the military!, Only one fifth of the vacancies were assigned to worshippers of each of these five major faith groups, so that the vast majority of Khorne worshippers didn't have a CHANCE of joining the military!

The Khorne worshippers were extremely bitter about this, and scrambled to find any other jobs where they got to kill SOMETHING in offering to Khorne, even if that something was a fish. All that mattered was that the blood flowed, even the blood of fish.

Almost all of the aquaculture rigs were crewed by angry Khorne worshippers from the hive cities desperate to kill fish and other sea creatures. Few were born on these rigs, as few (fertile) women had any desire to *set foot* on a neutron spewing aquaculture rig out in the ocean far from a city, much less raise a family on such a place, so the majority were hive city born adults who came to the rigs to work and slay fish.

The rest of the population was more than happy to let the Khorne worshippers do the lonely and odious jobs of crewing aquaculture rigs, not caring so long as the food production stayed high. Making most rigs single faith communities of Khorne worshippers.

Most type 14 aquaculture rigs admittedly also had a single resident Dark Mechanicum cult member of some sort, with at least the bare minimum technical skill required to maintain a nuclear fusion reactor. This dark machine cult member was often a "shit kicker" apprentice tech priest still completing their studies, a severely autistic dark Skitarii with an especial understanding of nuclear fusion reactor repair and maintenance rituals, or very occasionally even a fully graduated tech priest enginseer, (usually a dead beat one who had barely graduated with a passing grade and couldn't get a better job), who maintained the nuclear reactor with the help of a few radiation hardened mentally retarded servitors.

Regardless of exactly which of these semi (or fully) autistic, machine worshipping misanthropes manned a given rig reactor, almost all of them were fucking weird and had extremely poorly developed social skills. Working in the neutron saturated guts of a type 14 aquaculture rig in the middle of the ocean, doing nothing else but servicing the same nuclear reactor all day everyday, was not exactly a job that attracted the best and brightest of the Dark Mechanicum. It was a temporary job at best for anyone who wasn't a complete and total fucktard!

These machine obsessed misanthropes were barely ever seen, their radiation resistant mechanical cyborg bodies usually constantly lurking deep inside the neutron blasted hull of the rig, only emerging in the rare occasions when they actually needed something. They didn't really count as members of the rig communities. Ok some of these autistic machine weirdos were female and *could* be hot, (if you were into cyborgs), but the mechanical semi-retarded dark skitarii misanthrope who maintained the reactor of Kapara Yelawola village was a fucking man!

Jan was enraged yet again by the thought of the lack of women here as he murdered fish. The testosterone levels of an angry male heterosexual Khorne worshipper made them especially red blooded and sexually aggressive, they wanted to either kill something every single second or roughly fuck a woman, and there was only a finite number of fish being harvested each day to kill!

The ships sometimes brought itinerant prostitutes of chaos undivided who would offer their bodies for sex in exchange for money, and these would briefly satisfy Jan's urges for an hour at the cost of a large fee. But the satisfaction was brief.

The whores were very VERY wise to be worshippers of Chaos Undivided if they wished to set foot on a Khorne worshipping aquaculture rig, rather than the filthy Slaanesh worship of the vast majority of Dark Tropic prostitutes. Any vile Slaanesh whore who DARED to set foot on this rig would be lucky to escape with her life!

Jan was sick of either paying huge money for attractive undivided whores or being expected to fuck ugly Khorne women like Zofia!

Zofia wasn't even single anyway!, The men fought viciously to possess what women did exist on the rig!

Jan could fight Zofia's current boyfriend to try to steal her for himself, but he didn't even *want* the ugly aggressive woman!

Why couldn't he find an ATTRACTIVE Khorne worshipping woman!?

All over Dark Tropic it was INCREDIBLY rare to find a beautiful and feminine Khorne worshipping woman, they *did* exist in small numbers, but they were REALLY fucking rare!, Even ones that were *averagely* attractive and feminine were rare. Khorne worshipping WOMEN in *general* were just too damn rare!

Most Khorne families had a Chaos Undivided wife/mother and a Khorne husband/father, as chaos women in general preferred to worship either Undivided or Slaanesh or Tzeentch, the three most "feminine" chaos faiths. Undivided was the most palatable of these three to Khorne so the wives were usually Undivided. Khorne was a man's god of manly behaviour, and even the *daughters* of Khorne families tended to drift into Chaos Undivided to preserve their femininity!

Having to settle for women of Undivided pissed the Khorne men off, and the rates of divorce and domestic violence was extremely high in these unbalanced relationships, leaving angry sons of broken homes who grew up to perpetuate the cycle of breeding with Undivided women in short lived relationships that quickly broke down in bitter divorces. Khorne men dreamed of finding a Khorne woman they could bear to actually fuck!

Jan was interrupted in his angry thoughts by the loud announcement that there were no fish left to butcher!

Jan growled in annoyance and angrily cleaned up the fish harvesting work area, as other workers angrily used a net on a crane to aggressively transfer huge numbers of baby fish from a dark nursery tank to the fish cage the gutted fish had been in. The workers hatefully hurled fish food and fish guts into the huge cage with the baby fish, locking the cage closed and angrily dropping it in the water with a crane.

An elaborate system of buttons and levers and cables dropped the fish cage back to its usual level in the chandelier farms and slid it sideways into its usual place on a growing platform, and fish food dispensers hanging just above the cage released carefully measured amounts of tiny food pellets to feed the baby fish, (on top of the guts and fish food the Khorne worshippers had already angrily put in the cage).

Workers on other cranes all over the sides of the floating working area were pulling up endless growing platforms of single celled algae, in the eternal harvest of this hated fast growing slop.

Jan angrily grabbed a seawater hose as other workers swung a huge section of growing platform down sideways over a floating algae silo. Jan aggressively hosed the slippery plastic coated metal platform, currently blackish green from thick mats of algae stuck to it. The hose spray immediately dislodged huge slabs of slimy algae, making it splat down into the silo below.

The platform was barely hosed clean when another algae covered platform was hung in its place, with a long queue of other platforms waiting to be cleaned behind it!

Zofia grabbed another hose beside Jan and helped him hose away the algae faster, and her ugly presence pissed him off so much that it took great self control not to fight her again.

Jan sometimes suspected that Khorne deliberately made the women ugly just to make his worshippers more angry. If so then it was VERY effective in pissing Jan off!

The silo opening below was dark, but every time a navigation light blinked it illuminated the interior with a red light that looked black on the dark green algae. The silo contained a mixture of algae and seawater from the hoses, but a worker was manning a filtered pump to pump out the seawater without the algae, to keep the silo full of only the stuff they wanted.

For a mind numbing hour the Khorne worshippers hosed off so much algae that the silo filled completely, and they were angrily forced to stop for a while as they waited for a food hauler ship that was running half an hour late!

The Khorne worshippers passed the free time fighting each other in angry punch ups to praise Khorne, and Jan aggressively fought Zofia for being so ugly, punching the unfeminine woman as she punched him in turn.

Zofia's huge boyfriend then angrily came along and beat up Jan brutally until he could no longer fight. The boyfriend then angrily beat up Zofia in a loving affectionate punch up, throwing the beaten woman down on the hard metal floor of a slightly secluded tool storage shed of the floating working area and closing the door to have angry sex with her.

Jan wasn't sure if he was jealous or disgusted, and got up painfully to his feet and leaned against a railing to recover from his brutal beating.

The fighting was starting to die down as people got too injured to continue fighting, and first aid kits were passed around to tend to the many mild injuries.

Blinking navigation lights moving in the distance announced the approach of the late ship, and the workers waited impatiently for the ship to arrive. Tug boats from Kapara Yelawola angrily sped out to meet the tardy ship, and angrily dragged it towards the village with tow ropes to make it arrive faster.

The huge food hauler nearly slammed against the village from the aggressive handling of the tug boats, and rather shell shocked looking Undivided crew of the food hauler ship lowered a gangplank and tethers to dock the ship properly.

Algae pumps with huge flexible pipes got to work pumping the algal slime out of the various full silos and into the ship, as other foodstuffs were loaded on the ship with the help of cranes and other gear. Jan got to work screwing a fuel pipe to the side of the ship to refill its liquid hydrogen fuel tank.

Some Chaos Undivided crew from the ship entered the working area of Kapara Yelawola down the gangplank to walk around, and all had amused looks on their faces.

"Here's a treat for you Khorne boys, pictures of some Khorne girls who look good in a bikini", one of the grinning bastards said cheekily, holding up a folded newspaper.

Jan and every other man looked in extreme interest at these words, and the newspaper was quickly snatched and fought over.

"We have more newspapers for you guys, our treat. Maybe you can stop fucking our women now huh?", another crewman still on the ship called laughing, hurling armfuls of folded newspapers to the Khorne men.

Jan grabbed one out of the air and saw in the mottled light a front page picture of a group of the most beautiful Khorne worshipping women he had ever seen, all wearing only Khorne symboled underwear with Khorne symbols painted in blood over their shockingly beautiful feminine faces!

The women were so beautiful and feminine that they looked like Slaanesh women not Khorne, with pleasingly large breasts, very very little muscle on their slender gorgeous bodies, and not so much as a follicle of body hair or facial hair!

The women were young, their angry looking faces beautifully smile creased, and their eyes looked beautifully deranged and mad with obvious berserk insanity!

Their hair was tangled and not groomed and cut crudely short with no care in a way that was quintessentially Khornish, but the women were so beautiful that they pulled this look off without looking unfeminine. They were just PERFECT!

"Chaos cult of the Mad Girls. All Khorne and all for you. Pity they are all a bunch of massive lesbians", the crewman on the ship who had thrown the newspapers mocked with a laugh.

The crewman then raised the gangplank suddenly as angry village men tried to charge at him for his cheek, successfully preventing the angry Khorne men from boarding the ship to punch him.

Jan gazed at the beautiful Khorne women transfixed, feeling like he was in love. THIS was more like it, stunningly beautiful women wearing only underwear, praising the blood god like beautiful angels!

The newspaper had some words but Jan didn't bother to read them. The headline that went with the picture read "NO LAUGHING MATTER", followed by a bunch of words.

Jan quickly stuffed the entire newspaper down inside his clothes to keep it safe for the rest of his shift, he would wank over the picture later and maybe even read the words.

None of the Khorne worshipping men had the patience to read the newspapers right now, all simply admiring the gorgeous Khorne worshipping women. Every one of them wanted to meet these women as soon as possible and date one of these gorgeous women.

"You don't even want to read the article?", a crewman jeered as though the Khorne men were savages.

"Who are these women?", one of the Khorne men demanded.

"They are a bunch of former Slaanesh kinky slaves from some kinky dungeon who converted to worship Khorne, they escaped and founded their own Khorne cult in Muntilliko Island hive city. You finally have some hot girls", one of the smug bastards said from the safety of the ship.

"Fuck!, Muntilliko Island!, Other side of the planet!", Jan cursed.

"They were never going to sleep with you anyway", a crewman laughed mockingly.

"They might!", Jan angrily defended himself.

"Not unless you change your gender, these girls are all total lesbians from some kinky lesbian tickling dungeon. They are all dating each other", the smug bastard laughed.

"Tickling dungeon?, What Slaaneshi bullshit is that?, Sissy freaks!", Jan said angrily.

"The fun sort of Slaaneshi bullshit?, The news shows showed uncensored footage of inside that dungeon, those girls were fucked in ways I didn't even think was possible", the smug ass hole replied gleefully.

"Come on mate, that dungeon was pretty fucked up. Those Khorne chicks were trapped in that place for YEARS wanting to get out, they got raped and stuff", one of the ship crew members said, (strangely having an Australian accent for some reason).

"WHAT!?", every Khorne worshipper in earshot roared, even the women being outraged.

"Well sure, the Khorne girls maybe didn't have such a great time of it, but it looked REALLY fun for all the men who got to fuck them", the smug crewman elaborated.

Jan grabbed a large dead fish from a refrigerated container and threw it at the smug bastard in a rage, hitting the ass hole in the face and knocking him down on his ass.

"What happened to these beautiful Khorne women?", one of the Khorne men demanded to know.

"The newspaper has most of the details. Some kinky Slaanesh worshipping women in a worship monument volunteered to get raped and tickled to death in some fucked up type of human sacrifice. But it took years of tickling these women all day every day and they still didn't die, they got sick of it after a while and wanted to quit. The dungeon people ignored their begging to quit and just kept raping them and tickling them for years and years, really fucked up stuff. They got so distressed by this that they decided they hated Slaanesh and converted to worship Khorne instead, years and years ago".

"These women worshipped Khorne for YEARS and have been trapped in some vile Slaanesh freak dungeon getting raped all this time!?", Jan snarled with daemonic rage.

"Yeah, raped multiple times an hour, tickled 16 hours a day despite worshipping Khorne for years. They only just escaped very recently and reported all their abuses".

The Khorne men all snarled with righteous hate.

"Let's kill them Slaaneshi freaks!", one of the village men shouted.

"Good luck with that, it was one of the Sevenson Night Lords, some lesbian sister of the Sevenson Chaos Lord who controlled that dungeon. Her brother and other Night Lord relatives will kill anyone who goes near the evil bitch".

Jan looked at the newspaper again, seeing the remarkably beautiful Khorne women in only underwear, and his blood boiled with chivalrous protective anger!

THESE beautiful women had been horribly abused by Slaanesh sissies, these perfect perfect PERFECT Khorne women had been raped multiple times an hour for YEARS by Slaanesh freaks!

"We need to go to Muntilliko Island and protect these women!, I will cut off the head of every man who ever abused them!", Jan roared.

Other men were shouting similar things, demanding that they all leave immediately.

"Muntilliko Island is on the other side of the planet, it will take weeks to sail there by any ship", the cheeky crewman who had been hit by the fish pointed out.

"We can go by air in a single day…"

"The entire island is still a restricted area thanks to the Tyranid infestation, the war still isn't fully over yet".

"I will swim there if I have to!"

"Every Khorne worshipper on the entire planet is saying the same stuff, billions of Khorne guys are trying to get to Muntilliko Island to protect these girls. They already have lots of Khorne daemons protecting them too",

"Damnation!, The other men will marry them before I even get to meet them!", Jan raged.

"I thought you wanted to protect them?"

"I can do both!"

"They are lesbians…"

"Not once they meet a Khorne man!"

"That's not how sexual orientation works…"

"I don't care what you think!, Shut up!"

"Don't worry, at least you have that ugly ass bitch over there…"

(Hurled fish and other angrily thrown projectiles knock the man down again, this time thrown by many people including Zofia herself. The man was lucky to avoid being shot.)

"The next chance I get I'm going to Muntilliko Island!", said every village man including Zofia's boyfriend.

"Why are you going?", Zofia asked jealously.

"To protect abused Khorne women from Slaaneshi perverts", the boyfriend angrily defended himself.

"Very VERY attractive Khorne women need my boyfriend to 'protect' them?", Zofia growled acidly.

"You can come too…"

"I would gut the fucking underdressed skanks!", Zofia snarled jealously.

"They are dykes, they will be more interested in YOU than your boyfriend", one of the ship men reiterated.

"Yuck!", Zofia exclaimed in disgust.

"These girls have been very very badly raped for years, even if they were straight they are not going to like having millions of guys hitting on them", one of the ship men advised.

The Kapara Yelawola village people naturally ignored this advice, and continued angrily talking about possessing these extremely attractive Khorne women.

After a lot more talking and mild violence, the aquaculture rig was completely empty of harvest and the food hauler ship was more full, (but still not close to completely full), and the ship had to depart for the next rig along the docking route of the ship. These ships sailed in huge set loops throughout the floating rigs, picking up harvests from rig after rig before heading to a town sized floating port to offload the food stuffs for further processing and distribution.

The food hauler ships came to the Kapara Yelawola village rig multiple times a day, as the algae silos filled up completely to capacity in just a few hours at the rate the algae was harvested, over 50 kilometres of algae growing platforms repeated every few meters under electric floodlights grew a LOT of algae each day at optimised maximum production.

The food hauler ship departed and the village of Kapara Yelawola returned to normal, with the people of Jan's shift getting back to work. The shift was even angrier than usual at the thought of those gorgeous Khorne women being out of their reach.

At the end of his shift Jan returned alone to his single room apartment in the leaning habitation block buildings on the outside of the rig hull. Jan lay down on his slightly dirty messy unmade bed, and pulled out his newspaper, he clicked on a bedside lamp.

Greeting his eyes was the front page colour picture of the group of extremely beautiful Khorne women wearing only underwear, (as well as a lot of words that were less interesting).

Jan knew that he ought to read the article and learn how to protect these women of his faith, but the women in the picture were so hot that he angrily instead got out his dick and rubbed one out over the women in the picture.

Jan imagined angrily hurling these beautiful Khorne women down on his bed and angrily fucking them long into the night as they made angry sex noises. Jan imagined the feel of their bodies, roughly grabbing their pleasantly large naked breasts, he imagined slamming them down into the mattress and driving their heads repeatedly into the headboard of the bed as he fucked them with all his might!

Jan came angrily all over his shirt covered chest, and tore off the soiled clothes to rub yet another one out over these remarkable women.

Jan wanted to protect them, but he also wanted to fuck them, and he suspected that over a billion other Khorne worshipping men felt exactly the same way.

Finally, after rubbing out so many that it hurt, Jan bothered to read the article "NO LAUGHING MATTER".

Jan then roared and howled with rage at the words he read!

Someone was going to die for this!

***…

"FUCK OFF!", one of the mad girls yelled angrily, weakly beating a Khorne man over the head with a 'bouquet' of plastic wrapped human entrails he had just given her.

"You DARE to strike me with my gift to you!", the scar covered man snarled back, raising his fist to strike her.

The man never got the chance to land his punch, as dozens of chivalrous Khorne worshipping men savagely punched and kicked the man, most of them hoping to in turn impress the harassed looking mad girl with their chivalry.

The mad girls and their daemonic bodyguards, (and a chaperoning group of Chaos Undivided women's rights advocacy lawyer women in Undivided symboled dykey looking pantsuits), were currently underground at a huge subway station, on their way to yet another televised public speaking event to tell the world about the abuses they had suffered. Being on a public subway station when you were an unwitting celebrity Khorne sex symbol was unfortunately a horrifying experience!

Ever since the mad girls had gone public and gotten front page publicity for the abuses they suffered, an ever increasing number of horrifyingly ugly Khorne worshipping men from agricultural rigs had started infiltrating the maritime exclusion zone around the island, stowed away aboard food ships, all apparently drawn to the island by SEXUAL INTEREST in the mad girls themselves!

"I no wan you", Olga Kosmatka the mad girl more politely told a gore stained man who was romantically offering her a freshly decapitated human head of another Khorne worshipping man.

"Is the head not impressive enough?", the man asked in psychotic disappointment.

"I no wan any mam, I wan womam", Olga explained as patiently as she could with her tongueless mouth, her Khorne anger threatening to explode.

"Disgusting homosexual blasphemy!", the man exclaimed in angry disgust.

"These angry dykes are acceptable to Khorne", a nearby bloodletter bodyguard corrected angrily but politely.

Olga hatefully held silent, standing a little bit closer to her fiancée Giggle Worm.

Giggle Worm's absurdly cute oriental face was giggling extremely cutely as it did eternally, her huge worm-like body coiled up on a huge push cart being pushed by a pair of bloodletters. She was wearing a specially designed Khorne symboled bra with six cups over her six tiny breasts, and over the top of her pussy/anus tail end she wore a metal plate with a huge serrated blade protruding from it, the blade plate securely strapped to the pair of protruding eye bolts nearest to her tail end.

"What is so funny!", Olga's male suitor angrily demanded.

Giggle Worm looked at the man and giggled softly, her eyes blinking "no", but the man didn't understand her blinking code and was simply enraged by her giggling.

"Giggle Worm khan help giggle", Olga informed the man angrily with her tongueless mouth.

Giggle Worm continued giggling cutely.

"You are laughing at me!?, You DARE to mock me?!", the man snarled at Giggle Worm.

Giggle Worm urgently blinked "no", giggling frantically now, getting scared.

"I will cut off your giggling head!", the man roared, unsheathing a brutal bloody chain-sword with a buzzing roar of the weapon's motor!

Giggle Worm's huge bladed tail shot out lightning fast, stabbing the man in the right eyeball with such force that the blade protruded out the back of his head!

The man fell down dead, and the huge 36 meter long chaos spawn that was Giggle Worm pulled the blade from his head.

Giggle Worm clumsily put the blade against his neck and messily began to saw into his neck with the serrated edge of the huge blade.

The head sawed right off, and Giggle Worm stabbed her tail blade into the head again, skewering it and lifting it up, presenting the head to Olga as a gift!

"Aw!, So romamic!", Olga exclaimed feeling smitten, plucking the head off the blade and holding it lovingly. That was so romantic!

Non-Khorne people on the train station were screaming at the sight of the huge chaos spawn brutally killing someone, but every Khorne worshipper and daemon in sight of it loudly praised this act of slaughter in Khorne's name.

"That was clearly self defence, he threatened to kill Giggle Worm!", one of the chaos undivided lawyer advocate women loudly shouted in dismay, though who she was speaking to was a mystery to Olga.

"A good kill, Chaos Spawn of Khorne. You are as lethal as you are very beautiful. I would like to know you better", another Khorne man said eagerly, enthusiastically hitting on Giggle Worm!

"She's mime!", Olga snarled jealously with her tongueless mouth.

Giggle Worm held up her blood dripping tail blade warningly at the man, giggling cutely in a way that was subtly threatening.

"Yes!, Fight and slay for Khorne!", bloodletters cheered enthusiastically.

"No!, No more fighting!, We can get Giggle Worm off on self defence that ONE time as the man was a murderer holding a human head and threatening to behead her, but not if she kills even more people!", the advocate lawyer woman protested, breaking up any chance of a fight immediately.

Giggle Worm lowered her blade in a gesture of cooperation as the bloodletters growled in frustration.

The subway train arrived at this moment before anything else could be said, and the mad girls and their daemon bodyguards entered the train, accompanied by an entire entourage of various public rights advocates.

The huge army of eager male Khorne worshipping suitors also crowded onto the train, much to the dismay of the other passengers, and Olga sat pensively on a seat holding the romantic bleeding head gift in her lap.

The sounds of pissed off mad girls being hit on by Khorne men filled the train, and the ticklish outraged shrieks of mad girls when men touched any part of their skin.

"Mo hickles eber ajem!", Mad girls screamed in fear and rage, and gunfire sounded in the train as mad girls shot the men who had dared to touch them in a trauma fuelled panic.

Mad girls did NOT react well to men tickling them, even by accident. They had so much fear and trauma from their hellish suffering in the tickling dungeons that they would go completely berserk if this trauma was physically triggered.

The advocate lawyer women were getting really upset now as shot to death bodies littered the floor of the train, and the daemons were delighted by all the murder.

At the next platform everyone who wasn't a Khorne worshipper or part of the mad girls' entourage fled the train for their lives, screaming bloody murder, and local police forces were already waiting on the platform, having already seen all the murders on the train surveillance cameras.

The daemonic bodyguards of the mad girls were quite successful at "dissuading" the police from setting foot on the train, promising death to any who tried to deprive Khorne's treasured mad girls of their freedom.

The lawyer advocate women frantically negotiated with the police in this uneasy standoff as the train was delayed in departing for several rather tense minutes, promising that the murder culprits would all do their mandatory education classes and community services at a later date if the police agreed not to take them into custody.

The police forces, not wanting to be murdered by Khorne daemons, agreed to these terms and wisely let the train leave the station unhindered, and everyone relaxed.

"I want ALL of the ammo in your guns!, Put all of the ammo in my bag", one of the advocate lawyer women sternly demanded of the mad girls who had shot someone.

The mad girls simply looked at the pantsuit wearing woman incredulously.

The woman held up her open handbag expectantly, tilting it from side to side impatiently.

Through sheer patience the lawyer woman wore down the resistance of the mad girls, and one by one they pulled the clips from their pistols and handed them over along with spare ammo clips that were stuffed inside their bras.

Khorne men eagerly approached these ammo-less beautiful mad girls, and the mad girls loudly cursed and threatened the men with their long combat knives.

"No more murder!", the advocacy lawyers urgently protested.

"Beautiful Khorne maiden, I will fight to prove myself worthy of you", a Khorne man growled huskily.

(Sounds of a clanging sword fight between the man and the unimpressed mad girl).

"No more!", the advocacy lawyers yelled loudly.

"Spirited Khorne maiden, you sword fight well but I have disarmed you. I claim you as my own by right of victory…"

(Ticklish screaming laughter)

"Are you so ticklish my maiden?"

"Leave her alone you brute!, She doesn't consent to that!", an advocate lawyer angrily intervened.

"Do not get between me and my beautiful one!"

"You can't just grab any woman you fancy against her will!"

"Are you jealous that I didn't choose you, pantsuit wearing undivided woman?"

(Mad girl continues screaming with tormented laughter in the strong grip of her new "boyfriend")

All throughout the train similar such insanity was going on, to the complete indifference of the Khorne daemon bodyguards. The daemons were here to protect the mad girls from being captured by followers of Slaanesh or other gods, but didn't lift a finger to stop Khorne's male mortal followers from "claiming" the mad girls as honourable romantic partners in the traditional Khorne way of courtship.

The girlfriends of "claimed" mad girls were angrily pointing guns at the heads of men who had stolen their girlfriends, followed by gunshots and brains splattering the walls and windows of the train interior.

The advocacy lawyers were getting frightfully upset as the Khorne daemons laughed with approval, and weeping mad girls escaped the dead arms of their "boyfriends" to sit angrily beside their chosen girlfriends.

Even more police officers were waiting for them at the next train station, and the lawyers frantically got the entire group of mad girls to hand over all of their ammo in an attempt to stop any more murder.

The police had had enough this time however and fired tear gas into the train, forcing all of the Khorne worshippers to scramble out completely blinded!

Olga's eyes burned as she crawled weakly, she could hear the sounds of berserk Khorne daemons cutting off police heads and the sounds of screaming and gunfire.

The tear gas slowly cleared, letting Olga see again, and she saw a huge number of headless bodies in police uniforms, with bloodletters proudly holding aloft severed heads in offering to Khorne.

"I try so hard to protect you!", one of the lawyer women was weeping angrily sitting on the floor nearby.

Olga rejoined Giggle Worm who was being pushed on her push cart by two bloodletters, as the rest of the group regrouped angrily with oaths to Khorne.

The train seemed to have completely stopped now, someone in the station control room having pulled some locking lever, so the group tried to find another train as random pedestrians screamed and ran away in horror.

The entire station seemed to be locked down now, so the group proceeded on foot through the immense vaulted walkways of the huge subterranean hive city, getting lost and eventually finding themselves in a crowded food court of some shopping area.

The group stopped to eat, the lawyer women graciously paying for everyone's algae-bread fish burgers and fried seaweed strips.

Olga and Giggle Worm greedily consumed their food hungrily, but were joined by yet more aquaculture rig Khorne men who desired more than just food!

"Khorne ladies", the men said suavely to Olga and Giggle Worm, impressing neither of them.

Giggle Worm raised her tail blade threateningly, giggling loudly in warning.

"No imwess im you", Olga warned the men angrily.

"So beautiful…", a fish guts covered Khorne man in ugly filthy overalls said at Olga, transfixed by the former Slaaneshi sacrificial tickle slave's body.

Olga looked down at her own gorgeous slender hairless body, wearing only extremely tight panties and an equally tight bra that contained her above average sized breasts. Her body still carried the radical beauty mutated into it by the hated Slaanesh, looking nothing like most other Khorne worshipping women.

Olga growled hatefully, these men were only attracted by the filthy touch of Slaanesh that lingered in her horribly ticklish mutated body!

"I will protect you from harm, I read what those FILTHY Slaanesh pansies did to you in that tickling tower!", another Khorne man said chivalrously.

Olga and Giggle Worm both flinched back at the mere mention of their past, and Olga reflexively babbled nonsense in trauma from the memory!

"I will KILL to protect you!", the man pressed angrily.

Olga was comforted by this reassurance, but still didn't want to be hit on by men.

"For such a beautiful Khorne woman to suffer RAPE for years without end…"

Olga screamed at the memory and backed away from the man, falling from her chair to the floor with a thump that somehow hurt and tickled her at the same time!

"I would have stormed the building and rescued you years ago if I had known!", the man proclaimed.

Olga gasped with huge sobs at these words, she would have loved more than anything to have someone rescue her from her constant tickling years ago!

Other Khorne men angrily agreed, making Olga weep with emotion.

"I would have rescued you and made you my wife"

"If you hab wescue me, I be your wife in fanks!", Olga sobbed angrily.

"You can still be my wife now…"

"No wescue no wife!", Olga snarled through her traumatised tears.

Olga pointed angrily at Giggle Worm.

"Giggle Worm wescue me, I be her wife!", Olga sobbed angrily.

The Khorne men looked at Giggle Worm with jealous rage, and Giggle Worm shied back nervously, giggling very softly in fear.

"Don't kill the worm spawn, I want her for a wife!", another Khorne man shouted angrily.

"Your bride is stealing my bride!"

"Your bride is stealing MY bride!"

"I will take my bride and you take yours", one of the Khorne men said, grabbing Olga!

Olga screamed piercingly with tortured laughter from the touch, horrifically ticklish, and frantically tried to escape!

"She's MY wife!", another man roared, challenging the other to a fight over Olga.

Olga escaped in the confusion as the two men fought, and sought shelter with a bloodletter.

"They are honourable men who wish to wed you, if they are strong enough to take you then you are their wife by right", the bloodletter sternly lectured Olga!

Olga didn't want to be the wife of any man, and angrily looked for a weapon to protect herself with!

Other customers in the food court were yelling loudly in dismay as Khorne men fought viciously over the mad girls with deadly violence in a few cases, men hacking off other men's heads in triumph. It was all perfectly psychopathic.

Mad girls screamed with traumatised angry laughter as triumphant men tightly held the squirming protesting women, and one man was even "consummating" his "marriage" to a screaming mad girl on the floor in the slight privacy of the space behind a row of bins!

The advocacy lawyer ladies were yelling in a rage trying to stop all of this, and Olga was surprised that none of them had been murdered yet.

Mad girls retrieved some of their ammo from the advocacy lawyer's handbag, and a few mad girls were "widowed" of unwanted "husbands" after some gun shots.

The crowd of Khorne men was less now from so many murders, but still very numerous, and the mad girls didn't have enough ammo to shoot all of them, conserving their ammunition for only the most rapey and annoying men and threatening the rest with knives to back off.

The local police forces found them again in a sudden ambush that surrounded them on all sides, and guns were aimed at all of them, the police finally having had enough.

Flesh hounds barked angrily and charged the police with shocking speed, the police gunned down many of them but were mauled by the survivors.

The bloodletters and Khorne men charged in after the flesh hounds, and the mad girls all prayed to Khorne in groups of eight, invigorating the daemons and Khorne men with the power of Khorne making them faster and stronger.

The Khorne forces won with heavy casualties, forcing the police to flee, and the Khorne survivors set up a pile of heads as a shrine to Khorne. The mad girls prayed at this crude shrine to Khorne and fresh daemons burst into existence, replacing all of the lost bloodletters and flesh hounds.

The advocacy lawyers were on the verge of leaving the group by this point, and the mad girls deliberately became more cooperative to avoid losing these important allies.

"None of the mad girls killed a cop, thank undivided!, We have to go to a police station immediately and protest our innocence, it was only the men and the daemons who are cop killers!", one of the lawyers rationalised.

"The mad girls shall NOT be imprisoned in any way ever again!, So says Khorne!, No police stations!", a herald of Khorne snarled.

"I'm trying to HELP them take Wendy Sevenson to court, all of this murder isn't helping that!", the lawyer woman snapped.

"Wendy has been subdued by her husband and is being forced to pay, the man is beating that vile slut as we speak!", the herald snarled gleefully.

"Wait what?, I didn't hear of this?", the lawyer said in confusion, pulling out a vox phone.

"Khorne saw it happen, it hasn't been announced yet. Haha the man is beating her with a leather belt!, He is forcing her to pay each mad girl millions of script in compensation!", the herald laughed harshly.

"That's fantastic!", the lawyer said in joy.

"We wich!?", Olga exclaimed in shocked astonishment.

"Yes we are rich my bride", one of the surviving Khorne men said happily to Olga…

***…

Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson felt delicious humiliation as she personally apologised to yet another mad girl over a vid screen.

"You hickled me for YEARS!", the deranged face of a mad girl screamed hatefully.

"I'm sorry!, I'm so sorry!", Wendy pleaded apologies in complete humiliation.

The mad girl hatefully abused Wendy with excessive swear words garbled by her tongueless mouth, and Wendy was forced to sit there and just take it as her husband sternly watched from just out of sight of the vid screen camera.

Wendy felt terrible as she submissively just took all of the hurtful abuse, her cheeks burning with bitter humiliation.

"I'm sorry!", Wendy was forced to say again and again in response to the mad girl, forbidden by her Dominant husband from doing anything else but apologise.

The conversation just went on and on until Wendy was emotionally exhausted, and the mad girl finally ended the call with one last shout of hateful abuse.

Wendy gasped with relief when the call ended, and buried her face in her hands and screamed silently in stress and exhaustion.

"That was SO horrible Master!, I feel awful", Wendy groaned in exhausted distress.

"You haven't apologised to all of the mad girls yet", Master Adolf said dominantly!

Wendy looked at her Dominant in submissive horror and she started silently crying.

"Is the mighty Wendy crying like a baby?", Master Adolf asked mockingly.

"Yes Master Adolf. I'm so emotionally exhausted that I am crying Master", Wendy admitted in submissive humiliation.

Master Adolf stood behind the utterly submissive Wendy seated in her chair in front of the deactivated vid screen, and gripped both of her bare shoulders dominantly.

"Poor little crybaby, crying like a little bitch", Master Adolf said, mimicking the way Wendy had spoken to him in the past!

Wendy got even more humiliated, and hung her head in shame.

"Call the next mad girl and apologise profusely as you cry, my submissive crybaby wife", Master Adolf pressed mercilessly.

Wendy thrilled with pleasure from this sadistic dialogue, turned on by this, and submissively sobbed in agreement and called the next mad girl.

Wendy was still crying heavily when the vid call was answered with full vision and audio, and the mad girl saw Wendy crying heavily in humiliation!

"I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you!", Wendy sobbed hoarsely to the angry face of the next mad girl.

The mad girl immediately launched into an *hour long* angry diatribe of grievances against Wendy, and Master Adolf forced Wendy to sit crying through all of it without defending herself, only saying sorry in response to every accusation!

The mad girl even RECORDED the entire thing so that Wendy's shame would live on indefinitely!

Wendy felt completely wretched by the end of the vid call, and just cried uncontrollably into her hands.

"Please no more Master Adolf!, Please not for a while at least, I'm so tired!", Wendy pleaded in tears.

"You are tired?, Well an ice cold shower will wake you up a bit", Master Adolf said sternly!

Wendy gasped at this cruelty in her tears, but obediently agreed and submissively entered the bathroom.

Master Adolf roughly stripped her naked and made her stand in the shower with her hands submissively on her head as she sobbed tears of stress and emotional exhaustion.

Master Adolf set the shower to the coldest possible setting, and Wendy screamed and moaned masochistically as icy cold water thundered over her naked body, instantly setting her heavily lactating nipples erect!

Wendy stood crying under the brutally freezing spray, so completely dominated, and she got incredibly turned on by this treatment!

Wendy stopped crying as she got wetter and wetter from this sadistic treatment, and was soon moaning with pleasure as her skin was painfully chilled by the freezing water.

Master Adolf turned off the shower flow and entered fully clothed, and he assertively grabbed a huge handful of one of her wet breasts in one hand, as she stood submissively with her hands on her head!

Master Adolf very softly slapped her face in such a way that she wouldn't be bruised, making Wendy moan, and he dominantly kissed her wet cold lips assertively.

Master Adolf broke the kiss and suddenly tickled both her wet armpits with his fingers at the same time!

Wendy squealed and laughed, tickled terribly, but she submissively didn't move at all, just taking her punishment like a good girl.

Master Adolf tickled her armpits mercilessly for 5 minutes straight, as she stood with her hands on her head, and she giggled and laughed the entire time from the wonderful ticklish sensation.

After 5 minutes Master Adolf started tickling Wendy in other places for long minutes, spending a good three minutes on her ribs, maybe 4 minutes squeezing her tummy, Wendy laughing hysterically the entire time without moving.

Wendy's skin had dripped a lot dryer by now, with only her hair still wet, and Master Adolf explored her submissive body with his hands, touching her breasts and vagina with complete impunity, and Wendy moaned with pleasure from his wonderful touch.

Master Adolf picked up Wendy's maternity corset as milk snaked down her body all the way to her feet, and he dominantly dressed her as she stood submissively with her hands resting on her wet hair.

The flow of milk was now contained by the corset, and Master Adolf exited the shower and ran the cold water again, drenching the completely still Wendy in a freezing deluge that washed away all trace of milk from her skin!

Master Adolf turned off the shower again, and resumed tickling her underarms for another 5 minutes of squealing laughter!

Wendy was quite warmed up from her long giggle, and Master Adolf assertively dried her submissive body with a towel, ordering her to lower her hands as he roughly dried her hair.

Master Adolf swatted her bottom with the back of a hair brush a few times with mild blissful pain, before giving her the brush and ordering her to brush her disheveled hair beautifully "for his pleasure".

When Wendy finished brushing her hair, Master Adolf made her sit on the floor, and he proceeded to scrub the soles of her feet with the hairbrush, making her scream with wonderful laughter from the hard tickling this caused her!

Wendy felt good as she left the bathroom, cheered up by this therapeutic masochism.

Wendy was buzzing all over as she was led to the bedroom wearing only her corset without any bottom coverings or other clothes of any kind. This was actually quite fun.

Octavia was currently hogtied on the bed laying on her belly, and giving enthusiastic oral sex to Belzevelle who dominantly had her legs spread, making Octavia be her oral sex slave. The baby was fast asleep in a crib beside the bed, and the pair of sluts were deliberately keeping the noise low to let the baby sleep.

Master Adolf ordered Wendy to crawl on the bed on her hands and knees, and she felt him come up behind her.

Wendy deliberately silenced her moans as she felt his penis enter her anus, he was doing anal sex with her!

Wendy gasped with ecstasy as her asshole was stretched and penetrated. Master Adolf wasn't wearing a condom, raw inside her ass, and his hard meat rubbed her completely clean poo passage wonderfully!

Wendy's entire large intestine was extremely clean at this time of day from her morning poo games with Octavia. Octavia and Wendy rammed liquid soap and water hoses up each other's bums at the end of their shit-play together, completely flushing themselves out so that their large intestines were quite amazingly clean for the next few hours until new poo arrived.

Master Adolf's penis met only clean colon walls as it assertively dominated her ass, and Wendy felt wonderfully dominated to be used like this for his pleasure.

Master Adolf came in Wendy's ass, and she moaned softly as his semen filled her ass.

Master Adolf pulled out of Wendy, and he crawled over to the softly moaning Belzevelle, kissing her passionately as Octavia ate her out.

Wendy crawled over to her wife Octavia, and enthusiastically joined her in eating out Belzevelle, the two wives tongues caressing together as they licked inside Belzevelle's extremely wet pussy.

Belzevelle didn't mind at all being orally stimulated by her beloved Mistress Wendy, and she moaned blissfully into Master Adolf's passionate kisses.

Belzevelle rolled over and pounced on Master Adolf playfully, her mating instincts still convinced that Master Adolf was her mate for the pregnancy, and Master Adolf playfully wrestled with Belzevelle on the bed as they kissed heavily, leaving Wendy and Octavia alone together.

Wendy very happily made out with her beloved wife Octavia, chasing Octavia's tongue around in her mouth blissfully. Wendy untied Octavia by feel alone even as they kissed heavily, and Octavia was soon completely free, and wrapped her arms around Wendy passionately as they kissed so wonderfully.

Wendy looked over to her sleeping baby, and then found a roll of duct tape on the nearest bedside table and wrapped it around Octavia's lower head many times to securely gag her mouth closed completely.

Wendy then aggressively began tickling the thoroughly gagged tickle slave Octavia, making her scream barely audibly with muffled laughter, her huge tits jiggling everywhere as she squirmed about.

Wendy scissored her bare pussy against Octavia's bare pussy even as she tickled the delicious tickle slave, and Octavia gyrated blissfully against Wendy, mashing their soft wet folds together energetically.

Wendy grabbed one of Octavia's legs to pull Octavia hard against her pussy rhythmically, and Wendy gleefully stroked the bottom of the foot this leg was attached to to keep Octavia squealing with muffled laughter.

Wendy came easily in a muffled groan of orgasm, but she could have endless multiple orgasms, and she just kept going. Octavia was soon moaning in an orgasm of her own, muffled by the duct tape gag, and the two wives kept scissoring furiously.

Octavia grabbed one of Wendy's legs, and Wendy deliberately relaxed the leg to let Octavia grab it as she wished. Octavia raised Wendy's foot to rest in front of one of her hands, and she enthusiastically tickled Wendy's bare foot, making Wendy bite back her own ticklish laughter for the sake of the sleeping baby!

Wendy thrilled with pleasure from her foot being tickled, holding her natural laughter silent with extreme discipline, and Wendy redoubled her attack on Octavia's own foot.

The two wives giggled hysterically with highly muffled laughter noises, and pulled on each other's leg to grind their vaginas together ever faster in a rhythmic beat of wet squishy sounds.

Wendy groaned deeply in pleasure in between her constant soft giggling, having another hard orgasm, and her pussy squirted hard into Octavia's pussy. Octavia's pussy then squirted the squirt back inside Wendy's pussy.

Wendy and Octavia giggled and had fun as they passed the same squirt between each other over and over again through their tightly pressed together vulvas, making a frightful mess on the sheets under them as squirt inevitably leaked out.

Octavia's fingers explored between Wendy's toes, tickling her wonderfully hard, and Wendy bit back her howls of laughter from this extremely sensitive spot.

Wendy was tingling all over with pleasure as she played with Octavia like this, this was fun and sexy and erotic and felt wonderful all at the same time, the playfulness was lovely.

Octavia's gagged face looked as happy and playful as Wendy felt, deeply enjoying this mutual game, and Wendy fondly made Octavia squeal with muffled laughter with expertly delivered toe stroking of her own.

"You sluts are making an awful mess on the sheets!, I hope that bed has a waterproof mattress protector", Master Adolf said disapprovingly from the second pushed together bed, currently 'pile driving' the naked Belzevelle down into the mattress as he dominantly fucked her upside down slender naked body.

"Yes Master Adolf, it has a waterproof mattress protector", Wendy replied submissively.

"Good slut!", Master Adolf said dominantly, making Wendy's squirt filled pussy even wetter from his delicious dominance.

Octavia moved slightly, and all of the (quite astonishing amounts of) squirt splashed down out of their joined pussies to make a huge puddle on the bed, pooling in the joined ass indent of both women and slowly soaking into the sheets until the puddle disappeared!

Wendy smiled in appreciation of their impressive mess, and then giggled as Octavia resumed tickling her toes.

Wendy and Octavia happily kept tickling each other and scissoring, working on a new giant puddle's worth of new squirt to "pass" to each other in their playful exchange of mixed together vaginal juices.

Wendy felt the most comfortable and peaceful with Octavia, out of all of Wendy's spouses. The woman was just so completely compatible with Wendy and had built up the oldest bond of love and trust.

The pair of them were completely happy as they tickled and played together, both equally eager to be doing this. Octavia wasn't being tortured at all, nor was she coerced or forced, Octavia genuinely wanted to play this game.

Octavia was quintessentially playful at heart, her tickling fetish fitted her personality perfectly, she was a woman who just loved to giggle and laugh, a happy smiling woman with a beautifully warm personality.

Belzevelle and especially Master Adolf both "humoured" Wendy and compliantly pushed their own boundaries for the sake of the relationship, consenting to do stuff that they didn't enjoy at all just out of love. Octavia wasn't like this at all, she genuinely enjoyed everything that Wendy and the others did with her.

It wasn't really possible to physically torture Octavia without breaking her hard limit of electric shocks. Octavia unfortunately had an extreme irrational fear of electric shocks, having been an Iron Age feral tribe woman with no understanding of technology she didn't really understand electricity and was scared of it.

At some point in her life before worshipping Slaanesh, in her childhood back in her village, the child Octavia had been curiously poking around inside an imported machine of some sort, and had gotten a very painful electric shock that had terrified her. Octavia the child had thought that the electric shock was "machine magic lightning", and she had been so traumatised by the event that she had developed a lifelong irrational fear of electric shocks.

Octavia was so completely terrified of electric shocks that even as a Slaanesh worshipper she panicked too much to get pleasure from them, the mind could be a terrible thing to overcome even in Slaanesh. Octavia always immediately freaked out in a play session the moment that Wendy even suggested electricity play, and would say the safe word within seconds of being electroshocked.

Octavia had ruined so many torture dates by screaming the safe word from the slightest electric shock that Wendy had eventually let Octavia have a "hard limit", completely banning the use of electroshocks on Octavia.

Wendy had been slightly bummed out to not be able to electrocute Octavia in bondage, but she now had the submissive Belzevelle to give agonising electric shocks to so it was all ok now.

Apart from electric shocks, Octavia was up for pretty much any sort of sensation play, she was able to endure even the daemon whip "Torment" with orgasmic pleasure, and could even enjoy having the handle of the daemon whip used in her pussy as a dildo.

Wendy looked over to her daemon whip resting coiled up on the floor in a corner of the room, and looked to Master Adolf for permission to use the whip.

Master Adolf met her gaze and saw her nonverbal body language asking to use the whip. Master Adolf looked to his sleeping baby, and shook his head, obviously worried that the resulting screams from the whip would wake the baby.

Wendy nodded submissively and just kept tickling Octavia and passing squirt back and forth with groans of pleasure.

Master Adolf pounded Belzevelle down into the bed upside down with so much force that her neck looked in danger of breaking, and he gasped and groaned with pleasure, climaxing with Belzevelle.

Belzevelle was unharmed, and got herself the right way up as Master Adolf sat down on the bed to catch his breath, his delicious muscular body completely naked and glistening with light sweat.

Belzevelle lovingly kissed her Dominant husband very tenderly, and the pair lay down together and cuddled lovingly. Master Adolf didn't like to cuddle after sex, but he cuddled Belzevelle anyway just because he knew she enjoyed it.

Wendy was still giggling as her toes were expertly tickled in the most hideously sensitive spot by Octavia's highly skilled fingers, and the pleasure from this extreme sensation heightened Wendy's next orgasm, pumping squirt into Octavia with a muscle contraction.

Wendy used all of her extreme skill to tickle the most ticklish part of Octavia's toes in the most unendurable way possible, causing a muffled scream of laughter, and Wendy's pussy slowly filled with a continuous stream of warm fluid…

The fluid wasn't a hard explosive discharge like a squirt, it was a continuous slow stream. Wendy was slowly filling up with more liquid than even her own highly loose vagina could hold…

Octavia then squirted for real, and Wendy couldn't hold any more and broke the "seal" between their pussies. Huge amounts of urine mixed with squirt fell out of them like a waterfall!

Octavia was still peeing even now, a line of urine tinkling out of her in a continuous arch shaped stream onto Wendy's pelvis with shocking warmth, Octavia had been tickled so much that she had wet herself and she couldn't stop peeing now that she had started!

Wendy laughed in amused delight, and tickled Octavia's toes all the harder to force her to pee herself empty with playful sadistic glee.

Octavia laughed hysterically into her gag, peeing herself uncontrollably all over Wendy's pussy and pelvis, soaking the sheets worse than ever in a huge puddle of urine pooling around their two asses.

Octavia was finally tickled completely empty, laying naked on the bed laughing with humour and joy as much as from the toe tickling, her duct tape gagged face a picture of happiness.

"What the hell is this mess?, It smells like pee", Master Adolf complained.

"Yes Master, Octavia wet herself Master", Wendy giggled happily.

"Clean up this mess right now, strip the sheets and the mattress protector, and then get in the bathroom so that I can clean you both!", Master Adolf ordered in exasperation.

"Yes Master Adolf", Wendy said, and helped the still completely gagged Octavia strip the bed and put the defiled dripping wet bedding in a large hamper bucket.

Wendy and Octavia entered the bathroom, followed by their exasperated husband, and he closed the door behind them all.

Master Adolf made the pair of squirt and urine soaked sluts sit on the floor of the shower together, and he crossly turned on the freezing spray of the shower, making Octavia squeal loudly through her gag!

Wendy and Octavia snuggled together for warmth under the freezing spray, both girls shivering and covered in goosebumps, and they raised their bottoms off the shower floor to help wash the urine off themselves faster.

Master Adolf closed the glass shower door with the freezing spray still running, and used a bit of rope on the shower door handles to trap the pair inside!

"That shower setting is not to be touched submissives!, You will endure the cold water until I say otherwise!", Master Adolf said dominantly!

Octavia and Wendy both squeaked in dismay at this delicious sadism, and Master Adolf simply left the bathroom leaving them sitting shivering under the shower!

Wendy used her daemon strength to easily overpower Octavia into an extremely vulnerable position, holding Octavia's wrists together in one hand above her head, with Wendy's legs easily holding Octavia's legs immobilised in a wrestling hold.

Wendy grinned at her goosebump covered shivering naked wife held defenceless like this, and immediately used her free hand to squeeze Octavia's tummy in the most ticklish spot on Octavia's entire body.

Octavia was a tummy girl, her most stupidly ticklish bit was her stomach, and she screamed hysterically into the gag as Wendy energetically squeezed this ultimate sensitive spot with maximum cruelty.

Octavia squirmed uselessly in Wendy's impossibly strong grip, Octavia just a human woman with quite weak muscles even for a woman, and Wendy easily held her as she bucked and thrashed with hysterical laughter.

Octavia's big perfect nipples were completely erect from the freezing cold spray of water, her absolutely gigantic tits covered with tiny goosebumps, and Wendy thrilled with pleasure from this erotic sight.

Wendy found a cake of soap in the shower and got to work soaping up Octavia's huge wet tits, but the cold spray washed away the soap before it could make a nice foam.

Wendy washed between Octavia's legs, and pushed the cake of soap completely inside Octavia, briefly losing the soap.

Octavia clenched her pelvis and squeezed the cake of soap back out again helpfully, and Wendy resumed washing her completely clean.

Wendy washed both of them completely clean of all trace of the squirt and urine as they both shivered under the freezing shower spray, holding Octavia immobile the entire time, and even shampooed and conditioned both of their hair.

Wendy had nothing else to do now so she just resumed tickling the living hell out of Octavia's stomach, filling the shower with muffled screaming laughter.

Wendy and Octavia were absolutely freezing ten minutes later, Wendy not having even paused in tickling Octavia's stomach the entire time. Both were covered in goosebumps and shivering all over, even Octavia's frantic energy from being tickled was not enough to warm her up under this freezing spray!

Wendy considered using her daemon speed to shiver fast enough to warm them both up, but she wasn't sure if this was allowed or not.

"Master Adolf?, Am I allowed to warm myself up with my chaos gifts?", Wendy called submissively.

"No, you can get cold until I say otherwise!", Master Adolf called back sternly!

Wendy trembled with submissive dismay and stopped tickling to hug Octavia tightly for warmth, feeling freezing gigantic tits and a freezing slender waist press into the extremely thin ice leather of her corset.

Wendy unraveled Octavia's duct tape gag, uncovering her sexy mouth, and Octavia's beautiful perfect white teeth chattered coldly.

"Wendy I'm cold!", Octavia shivered quietly in protest.

"That's MISTRESS Wendy to YOU", Wendy chattered back dominantly with her own chattering teeth.

"MISTRESS Wendy I'm COLD!", Octavia corrected with a squeal of dismay.

"I'm cold too, we are being punished for being naughty girls who wet the bed", Wendy said back, shivering all over as the cold water pounded off her head and back.

"It's not MY fault that you didn't let me pee and made me wet myself Mistress Wendy!", Octavia whined childishly.

Wendy paused at this, Octavia was probably right…

"Master Adolf I'm COLD!", Octavia called in dismay.

Master Adolf entered the bathroom at this, and looked at his two submissive wives cuddling naked on the shower floor.

The two women looked up at Master Adolf on the other side of the glass with adorable pleading puppy dog eyes, trying to melt his heart into showing them mercy.

"You are adorable", Master Adolf told them in fond amusement.

"I'm still not sure you have been punished enough yet though", Master Adolf added playfully when they dared to get hopeful!

"But Master I'm FREEZING!", Octavia protested adorably, too submissive to actually try to escape and simply complaining adorably to the Dominant, Octavia's usual favourite tactic to try to 'top from the bottom' as a submissive by simply being adorable.

Master Adolf chuckled at Octavia's adorable antics but still didn't give in, watching the pair of them shiver violently.

"Master is just WATCHING us!, He's not stopping!", Octavia said to Wendy in dismay.

"Master is allowed to punish us as he sees fit", Wendy reminded Octavia.

"Damn right I can punish you both as I see fit, and you just have to take it and submit", Master Adolf said smugly.

"Yes Master Adolf", Wendy and Octavia chattered submissively in unison.

"I'm still cold Master!", Octavia added adorably.

"You look cold", Master Adolf agreed with a dominant grin.

"Master I'm absolutely FREEZING!", Octavia exclaimed adorably.

"I can tell", Master Adolf laughed.

Wendy clung tightly to Octavia for warmth with her head lowered submissively, shivering violently. Master Adolf was absolutely diabolical in choosing this particular form of punishment to punish Wendy and Octavia!

"Mistress Wendy is PREGNANT Master Adolf!, She might get hypothermia!", Octavia exclaimed dramatically to get out of the punishment shower.

"I'm surprised you even know the word 'hypothermia' Octavia. Well you are right, Wendy you can get out of the shower, Octavia you stay", Master Adolf said with gleeful mischief, untying and opening the shower door.

"But but but…", Octavia stammered in shivering protest as Wendy gratefully left the freezing cold shower.

Wendy stood shivering submissively next to her Dominant husband with her head lowered respectfully, as Master Adolf closed the door again and tied it closed with the rope.

Octavia was loudly protesting submissively, sitting naked on the shower floor hugging her knees into her ridiculously huge breasts as the freezing spray of water kept drenching her.

Octavia was quite literally PERFECTLY beautiful, every single inch of her body carefully designed by Wendy with excessive plastic surgery to be as perfectly pleasing as it was possible for any woman to be. This completely perfect body looked absolutely freezing cold, her long dark brown curly hair stuck wetly to her perfect curves and back, her perfectly beautiful highly feminine face was gazing at Master Adolf with the most adorable pleading "puppy dog eyes" imaginable to melt him into showing mercy.

Master Adolf chuckled at Octavia and teased her for about another minute before showing mercy, moved by her adorable pleading expression.

Master Adolf then pretended to be unable to untie the door rope just to dismay Octavia for about a minute, and Wendy needed maximum self control not to laugh.

Master Adolf untied the shower door and opened it, turning off the freezing cold water.

"Get back in the shower Wendy and join Octavia, I will warm you both up in the shower", Master Adolf ordered quietly!

Wendy was very happy to obey this order and enthusiastically agreed submissively, sitting on the shower floor with the shivering Octavia awaiting warm water to warm them up.

Master Adolf then held their two middle-most ankles together and used the rope to tie these middle ankles together!

Master Adolf gripped these joined ankles tightly with one hand and used the other hand to tickle Wendy and Octavia on the foot at the same time!

Wendy and Octavia both together squealed with laughter as they were tickled, surprised by this.

"How did you THINK I was going to 'warm you up' in the shower?, Did you think with warm water?", Master Adolf asked mockingly with a mischievous grin.

Wendy and Octavia were both too submissive to even try to resist in any way, and both sat laughing hard as they were mercilessly "warmed up" by the foot stimulation.

Maybe 5 minutes later the two women were quite comfortably warm, and Master Adolf stopped tickling them both, untying their joined ankles and helping them both to their feet.

Master Adolf kissed both of his submissive wives lovingly and handed them each a towel, giving them permission to dry themselves.

Wendy and Octavia were both quite happy by the time they fully dried themselves, Slaanesh girls like them coped well with this sort of sadistic treatment and they were having a wonderful time now that they weren't numbingly cold.

Their Dominant husband walked them back to the bedroom with a muscular arm around the shoulders of each of them, and Wendy and Octavia were smiling happily in blissful submission.

The baby was awake now and crying in Belzevelle's arms, and she was trying to feed baby Heinrich with a bottle of Wendy's breastmilk.

Belzevelle looked up at her three spouses irritably.

"Master and Mistress and Octavia, you woke the baby!, You were SO loud Master and Mistress!", Belzevelle informed them angrily but submissively.

"Oh, sorry about that", Master Adolf said guiltily.

Belzevelle angrily hushed the crying baby, looking stressed and annoyed.

This was the reality of life even in a polyamorous BDSM relationship, no matter what Dominant and submissive roles were played, a crying baby could instantly derail all of it to turn them all into parents instead.

Belzevelle was currently just a sleep deprived mother trying to coddle a tiny crying baby, and looked just as stressed and annoyed as any other mother in this situation would.

Belzevelle was Heinrich's primary caregiver. The dark eldar wrack only slept for a few hours a night, tormented by her dreams, so she was usually already awake when the baby cried in the night. Belzevelle's eldar pregnancy hormones made her feel especially maternal and fond of babies, and she had a very strong instinctive desire to nurture a baby from her hormones, making her very enthusiastic for baby caring duties.

Belzevelle was even now cooing soothingly at the crying baby in the eldar language, saying words that Wendy could translate to mean, "be calm my baby, be calm, mummy is here".

Wendy smiled at these words and approached her crying baby without even asking Master Adolf for permission. Baby care was one area of life that came before even their BDSM bondage lifestyle, when the baby cried for his mothers, his mothers would come.

Wendy sat down on the bed beside Belzevelle and helped to soothe the baby. Wendy very carefully exposed a heavily lactating nipple and Belzevelle tried to get Heinrich to suckle.

The baby latched onto Wendy's nipple and stopped crying to suckle, and Wendy closed her eyes in orgasmic bliss from the deeply maternal pleasure of getting her milk sucked by her baby.

Wendy sighed in bliss and groaned with intense pleasure as her milk gland was stimulated in this way nature intended.

"I hate the way you moan and groan when you suckle my son, I find it disturbing", Master Adolf quietly complained.

"Yes Master Adolf", Wendy said obediently and silenced herself, still feeling orgasmic pleasure from the suckling.

Wendy's supernatural milk flow was too much for Heinrich, and he let go and puked milk all over her boob.

Belzevelle dutifully cleaned up this mess, and Octavia joined the women on the bed, helping to fuss over the baby.

With three mothers on hand the baby was quickly soothed and suckling again, and after only a few more vomiting mishaps the baby was completely full of milk and being lovingly burped by Octavia.

Master Adolf didn't seem to mind at all seeing his own son being lovingly fussed over and cared for by the three mothers, saving Master Adolf the difficulty of doing this task himself.

The baby was awake and full of milk, so the three women lovingly interacted with the baby instead. With Wendy on the run from Em-Hegg-Ammon she was excused from her usual work duties and had the time to just live her life right now.

Wendy would have mountains of paperwork waiting for her when she next returned to work, administration work never ever ended, "the only ends in administration are loose ends", to quote one Sir Humphrey Appleby.

Octavia began to sing a lyrical tribal song in the language of her murdered tribe, singing to the baby. Wendy knew only some words of this dead language, but Augusta and Violet and Egg and Mandy could speak the language fluently from being raised bilingual by Octavia.

This particular song seemed to be about some superstition regarding the moons of Octavia's birth planet of Harold's Reach, her tribe was, (or had been), completely obsessed with lunar cycles the way feral primitives often were. The lyrics Wendy could translate were not at all blasphemy to Slaanesh, merely extremely weird Iron Age nonsense.

Heinrich seemed to be pretty oblivious to the song, but he wasn't crying so clearly didn't mind the song at least.

Master Adolf cleared his throat to get Wendy's attention, and pointed at the vid call screen resting on a table in front of a chair!

"You still have a lot more mad girls to apologise to Wendy", Master Adolf said sympathetically but firmly.

Wendy sighed.

"Yes Master Adolf", Wendy agreed submissively and unhappily left her baby and two happy wives to go get abused and humiliated by some more angry mad girls…

***…

Wendy felt exhausted and demoralised that night from an entire day of apologising to mad girls and giving away huge amounts of money to them in compensation payments. It hadn't been fun at all to "do the right thing".

Wendy was currently cuddling Belzevelle in bed, wearing only her milk collection corset. Belzevelle herself was wearing Tzeentch symbol patterned lacy white bridal lingerie of all things, purchased from a clothing store onboard 'the Silence of the Ducks'. The group marriage had been lucky to teleport out to safety with anything at all, only what they had been carrying at the time, and had very few possessions right now.

Wendy had thankfully been able to borrow a few bondage toys from TigerLily's ship 'Orphan Blender', including the monoglove, as TigerLily had already owned these items from her mortal days and kept them on her ship. But sexy clothing like lingerie was something they had far less access to at the moment.

TigerLily as a mortal simply hadn't kept much sexy clothing on the "Orphan Blender". On the "Nightmare Asylum" the mortal TigerLily had kept a *huge* selection of sexy and beautiful clothes, and she had been quite sexually attractive for an underweight terminal drug addict. When she wasn't laying passed out in a pile of garbage completely wasted on dangerous overdoses of Necromundan Spook, the mortal TigerLily had been able to scrub herself up quite nicely to keep her husband interested.

The mortal TigerLily had been an extremely jealous wife, with a deep jealousy of Octavia in particular, and she had gone to *great* efforts to look and dress as beautiful as possible to try to keep Luke more interested in her than in Octavia. But as mentioned this stuff was all on the "Nightmare Asylum" and currently out of reach for now at least.

The "Orphan Blender" unfortunately had lacked all of this. The Orphan Blender was TigerLily's personal ship as a mortal, she could simply stop any other women being onboard her ship at all to tempt Luke, so didn't even need to try here. When she wanted sex on the Orphan Blender as a mortal she had simply gotten nude, wearing Tzeentch sorceress robes the rest of the time, and her available wardrobe completely sucked as a result.

The three wives had gone shopping on "the Silence of the Ducks" on the first day they arrived to try to correct their lack of belongings, visiting every one of the admittedly very few clothing shops on the entire ship as well as every other type of shop they could find. The results had been rather disappointing.

Tzeentch women were (usually) the least sexually aggressive of *all* chaos women, a bunch of wussy dorks who liked to keep all fighting at a long range distance and who were extremely gentle up close. They tended to be sexually conservative and gentle in bed, just "normal" women who liked to cuddle with men after a lot of dating first, women who *would* have sex with romantic partners but who were extremely reserved and hesitant about the whole thing.

The Silence of the Ducks was a Tzeentch civilian ship with a mixed gender Tzeentch crew, and the shops were customised for these particular customers. Tzeentch female fashion tended to be cute but sexually reserved, they liked looking *cute* but not sexy, pretty but not provocative.

Tzeentch women had an especial reluctance to show cleavage, with cleavage being modest if it was shown at all. Their underwear was likewise designed to avoid "giving men the wrong idea", with cute panties and bras, often quite colourful and decorated with cute pictures, but designed to look cute rather than slutty.

Belzevelle alone had had small enough breasts for any of the bras for sale to even fit her at all, Tzeentch women generally not having unnaturally large cosmetic surgery breasts like Wendy and Octavia, and most of the bras had not been sexy enough for Belzevelle's rather slutty fashion tastes.

The most provocative underwear Belzevelle had been able to find were bridal lingerie underwear, as a wedding night and the following romantic honeymoon were about the only times when the average Tzeentch woman would be deliberately sexually provocative. (TigerLily herself was a massive outlier from the Tzeentch female norm, being (accurately) considered a massive sexual deviant by her fellows).

Belzevelle had bought every bit of bridal lingerie that fitted her, and she currently wore a lacy white G string and a very low cut lacy white bra that barely covered her nipples, the underwear bedecked in blue Tzeentch symbols to make the blushing Tzeentch bride they were intended for feel less shy wearing these on her wedding night.

Wendy could well imagine an extremely shy Tzeentch bride blushing scarlet in this underwear, as her new husband coaxed her telling her that she looked gorgeous in the underwear. The mere mental image was adorable.

Belzevelle wasn't blushing at all, and Wendy herself wasn't even wearing bottoms, the pair of sluts cuddling in bed after excessive amounts of sex.

Belzevelle was still awake, but was silent and completely submissive as her Dominatrix cuddled her like this, the pair were not even kissing, just cuddling comfortably in bed as Wendy's tired stressed mind wandered aimlessly to relax and unwind.

Master Adolf was currently having sex with the heavily duct tape gagged Octavia, in the boring missionary position with Octavia under him being very lazily fucked. Master Adolf was in no hurry at all to cum, and had been extremely slowly thrusting inside the highly submissive Octavia for almost an hour so far without yet cumming, just lazily enjoying himself.

Octavia didn't exactly *mind* being fucked by her Master, but she looked a bit bored from something so mild, and only the fact that she was gagged had prevented her from complaining Wendy strongly suspected.

The baby was asleep again in his crib, though he would stir throughout the night, and Belzevelle was listening for any sound of the baby as she cuddled Wendy.

Wendy held Belzevelle a little bit tighter, and sighed into Belzevelle's intimately close face, desperate to unwind her extremely stressed mind.

The amount of humiliation and heartache today had been stressful in the extreme. Actually facing a mad girl you had not lifted a finger to stop being tickled insane, to be emotionally condemned by the mad girl's tongueless mouth, and to only apologise without trying to defend yourself as it went on and on and on…

It had been stressful and horrible to say the least…

Wendy hadn't even finished apologising to mad girls yet, she hadn't had time to apologise to even half of them yet, not when each demanded at least an hour of hurling their hate and grievances at Wendy's face, Wendy had days more before it was all over, and Master Adolf was being surprisingly dominant in forcing Wendy to do this!

Wendy sighed into Belzevelle's face again.

Belzevelle submissively put a palm to Wendy's cheek tenderly, and softly kissed Wendy on the lips.

Wendy returned the romantic kiss, but her mind was still racing with stress.

Wendy had given away many many millions of script to the mad girls in compensation today, every single one of them was now a multi millionaire, as a compensation for losing their minds and everything they had suffered…

Wendy silently started to cry, contemplating the sheer horror those poor women must have felt as they were raped and tortured for years without rest or mercy, imagining what that must have felt like, the fear they must have felt!

And Wendy HERSELF had done this!

Wendy cried silently as she kissed Belzevelle, tears covering her face, she just couldn't stop crying.

Belzevelle noticed the tears, but she mercifully didn't say anything that might alert Master Adolf. Wendy didn't want to have to talk right now, and Belzevelle seemed to understand.

Belzevelle very sweetly kissed away all trace of Wendy's tears, softly licking Wendy's face completely clean with an erotic sort of tenderness. Wendy sighed in comfort as her face was licked dry of tears, and Belzevelle continued licking Wendy's face all over, giving a wonderful sensual massage with her tongue.

Wendy basked in this wonderful face lick, and relaxed completely, letting the stress pour out of her.

"Permission to be dominant over you for half an hour Mistress Wendy?, So that I can soothe you?", Belzevelle whispered sweetly in Wendy's ear.

Wendy smiled gratefully and nodded her consent, that sounded lovely.

"For the next thirty minutes you don't have permission to laugh at all, and no screaming either. You are not even allowed to talk", Belzevelle whispered dominantly in Wendy's ear.

Wendy nodded obediently, not making a sound.

Belzevelle silently covered the pair of them with a sheet so that Master Adolf wouldn't see them, and she dug her strong dark eldar fingers into a secret pressure point on Wendy's inner thigh that caused agonising muscle pain!

Wendy submissively stopped herself from screaming, filled with wonderful pain, and Belzevelle dug her fingers in mercilessly to put terrible pressure on this pressure point, increasing the agony sharply.

Belzevelle was a dark eldar, and her kind knew every possible way of inflicting agony on a human body. She was an expert in torture, from a lifetime of having to *literally* feed on the pain of others, and she knew every hidden pressure point on the body that could be used to cause the most blissful agony.

Wendy basked in blissful agony as Belzevelle used another pressure point to force Wendy's leg muscles to contract in an agonising muscle cramp, the pain felt orgasmic!

Belzevelle gave a small smile, but a smile of kindness not sadistic malice, she was just being nice to her beloved Mistress Wendy.

Wendy closed her eyes in bliss as Belzevelle's strong graceful fingers inflicted the most extreme pain to different parts of Wendy's body, locking muscles all over her body in shockingly painful unrelenting muscle cramps that pleasured Wendy greatly.

Belzevelle's fingers probed into Wendy's belly, tickling her terribly with expertly delivered pokes and squeezes, and Wendy deliberately stopped herself laughing, tickled so wonderfully extremely.

Belzevelle alternated between agony and tickling, both sensations absolutely extreme, and Wendy relaxed in the blissful sensation, her stressed mind relaxing under this blissful masochistic pampering.

Belzevelle's fingers found Wendy's clitoris, and pinched it so hard that Wendy almost orgasmed from the pain!

Belzevelle licked Wendy's face all over as she pinched and painfully twisted Wendy's clitoris, and Wendy submissively held silent.

"You may cum freely", Belzevelle whispered in Wendy's ear.

Wendy nodded gratefully, and she immediately started to get extremely wet, ascending fast towards orgasm altitude.

Belzevelle used one hand to torture Wendy's pressure points as the other hand cruelly pinched her clitoris with agonising stimulation, and Wendy quickly had an orgasm, squirting slightly on Belzevelle's hand.

Wendy came again and again, squirting everywhere under the sheets, and the sheets were getting soaked.

"The sheets are soaked through!, What are you two sluts doing under there?!", Master Adolf suddenly complained from on top of Octavia above the sheets.

"I'm giving Mistress Wendy a messy orgasm, Master Adolf", Belzevelle replied submissively as Wendy obediently held silent.

"Change the sheets and mattress protector as soon as you are done, those sheets will absolutely stink by morning otherwise", Master Adolf ordered, still distractedly having extremely slow sex with Octavia.

"Yes Master Adolf", Belzevelle replied submissively.

"You are very silent Wendy", Master Adolf noted suspiciously.

"She doesn't have permission to speak Master Adolf, she agreed to submit to me for thirty minutes", Belzevelle explained.

"Fair enough", Master Adolf said after a brief pause.

Wendy continued having lovely agonising orgasms for a while, squirting all over the sheets, blissfully happy.

"I think thirty minutes are over now Mistress Wendy", Belzevelle whispered after a while.

"Yes, I think it's been easily forty minutes now", Wendy whispered back fondly.

"That felt wonderful", Wendy added, kissing Belzevelle romantically.

The pair of sluts emerged from under the sheets of the one of the pushed together double beds they had been using, and got to work stripping the bed and changing the waterproof mattress protector and sheets. Wendy had a quick wash with a wet washcloth, cleaning the entire bottom half of her body, and cleaned Belzevelle's legs too.

Wendy and Belzevelle remade the bed beautifully as Master Adolf continued fucking Octavia on top of the other bed, and crawled onto the bed provocatively.

Wendy felt a lot better now, and she and Belzevelle playfully crawled up to Master Adolf.

Wendy and Belzevelle exchanged a mischievous glance, and together they began to lick Adolf's naked sweaty back as he fucked Octavia.

"You girls are so cute", their Master chuckled fondly.

Wendy and Belzevelle grinned and licked him even more, exploring his glistening muscular hairless skin all over with their tongues naughtily.

"That feels great but it tickles a bit", Master Adolf giggled slightly ticklishly.

Wendy smiled mischievously and deliberately licked the most ticklish part of his back in the most ticklish way she possibly could.

Master Adolf exploded with laughter and squirmed about in torment, Wendy had carefully mapped out every ticklish bit of his entire body over the course of the almost a year that she had dominated him, she knew from experience how to tickle the complete *literal* shit out of her husband.

"Golden Throne Wendy!, Not that spot!", Master Adolf shrieked desperately.

"Do you mean *this* spot Master?", Wendy asked mischievously, licking the spot again.

Master Adolf howled with laughter, almost pulling out of Octavia to escape.

Belzevelle chuckled playfully and licked Octavia's neck, making her squeal with muffled laughter into her duct tape gag.

Master Adolf was tormented but hadn't expressly ordered Wendy to stop so she just kept tickling him with her tongue. Master Adolf was an extremely indulgent husband who let his wives have their cruel fun *up to a point*, he was deliberately allowing Wendy to do this just to be nice to her.

"Golden Throne that tickles SO bad!", Master Adolf howled with laughter, squirming around as much as he could without pulling out of the equally laughing Octavia.

Wendy sadistically just kept licking the spot, getting intense sexual pleasure from his suffering and laughter.

"Five minutes more and you stop ok?", Master Adolf bargained with tears of laughter in his eyes.

"It's completely your decision Master, you are the boss", Wendy replied happily, using her fingers as well as her tongue now to make him laugh worse than ever.

"I'm trying to be nice!", Master Adolf cackled.

"Five minutes more Master Adolf", Wendy agreed playfully, and mischievously reached around with her hands to stroke his sides with expert skill.

"I didn't agree to other spots!, Fuck it!, Five minutes more, I'm too nice for my own good!", Master Adolf howled with laughter frantically, being an extremely good sport for the sake of his wife's pleasure.

Octavia's hands suddenly joined Wendy's hands in stroking Master Adolf's sides from underneath him.

"You too?!, Golden Throne you tickle freak wives!, Why do I agree to this?, Fuck it!, Fine Octavia you have permission!, Fuck!, I'm too damn nice!", Master Adolf howled with laughter.

Wendy smiled cruelly with intense sadism and tickled the complete crap out of him.

Belzevelle stopped tickling Octavia and crawled down to Octavia and Master Adolf's feet.

"You too Belzevelle?!", Master Adolf suddenly exclaimed, Octavia also laughed hysterically into her gag.

Wendy looked down to see Belzevelle playfully stroking at both pairs of bare feet as the feet kicked about to escape.

"It looks like fun Master Adolf, I know we have an alliance but it looks SO fun. Feel free to get your revenge on me twice as bad Master, I know the rules", Belzevelle giggled playfully.

"You have permission!, Fuck!, You girls are tickling me half to death!, No other husband would be nice enough to agree to this!", Master Adolf laughed hysterically.

"That's why we love you so much Master Adolf", Wendy chuckled fondly, tickling him as hard as she possibly could.

Master Adolf was a really good sport as the three wives tickled him, hating every second but indulgent enough to agree anyway just to please his sadistic freak wives with five minutes of his suffering.

Master Adolf was desperately fucking Octavia under him to take his mind off his suffering, laughing so loudly that the baby soon woke up and cried.

Belzevelle left the game to attend to the baby, and Wendy and Octavia continued gleefully tickling their husband half to death with extreme playfulness.

Master Adolf thrust faster and faster into Octavia and suddenly stopped, moaning and gasping in the pleasure of sexual climax.

Wendy and Octavia just kept tickling him, and he shrieked and pulled out of Octavia, incredibly extra ticklish and unwilling to be tickled more just after an orgasm.

Wendy and Octavia pounced on him as he tried to crawl away, wrestling with their husband and tickling him terribly as he tried to escape.

Wendy used her daemon strength to easily pull him back as he tried to crawl away, and she easily pinned his wrists down together above his head with just one hand with her supernatural daemonic strength from her hidden monstrous daemon muscles.

Octavia found some of the synthetic ropes they had bought in one of the shops, laying on the floor beside the bed, and she got to work binding his wrists to the metal bar below the bed headboard as Wendy held him immobilised.

"I didn't agree to bondage!", Master Adolf exclaimed fearfully.

"You are so nice that you will let us anyway Master", Wendy replied playfully.

"I, maybe, but is five minutes up yet?", Master Adolf stammered as Octavia securely bound his wrists to the bed.

"Five minutes really means ten or fifteen minutes Master Adolf, you are a big softy who spoils us", Wendy said playfully, moving down to bind his legs to the foot of the bed.

"I do spoil you kinky wives, I love you and I know you like this stuff, but I want to at least offer these things myself", Master Adolf complained as Octavia tied his ankles to the bed with ropes.

"Well then offer Master", Wendy said sweetly.

"(Sigh), ten minutes, and I really do MEAN ten minutes absolute tops. I want you to set a timer for exactly ten minutes. I agree ONLY to tickling and sex, no pain, and at the end you WILL untie me", Master Adolf said firmly.

"Ok Master Adolf, I will set the timer for twenty minutes…

"TEN minutes!"

"Ok FIFTEEN minutes Master Adolf", Wendy haggled.

Octavia then gagged Master Adolf with duct tape before he could reply, and Wendy set up a timer for half an hour with the timer angled so that Master Adolf couldn't see the true time and get cross, it was just going to be a VERY long "fifteen minutes".

Wendy and Octavia then gleefully started tickling their extremely indulgent Master, with adorable playful expressions on their faces.

Master Adolf howled with laughter into his duct tape gag, managing to look indulgently irritated and tormented all at the same time, as the pair of adorable kinksters stroked him in various extremely sensitive places.

Wendy sighed out all of her stress as she enjoyed this playful sadism, drinking in the suffering of someone she romantically loved was very therapeutic to her Slaanesh-touched soul.

Master Adolf's eyes started glowing with a blinking pink light in warning from Em-Hegg-Ammon!

Wendy and Octavia frantically stopped tickling Master Adolf and sheepishly untied him with guilty expressions, and Master Adolf irritably removed the duct tape from his face, eyes no longer glowing, and he inspected the timer Wendy had set…

"There is over twenty minutes left on this timer!, I didn't even agree to fifteen!", Master Adolf said grumpily.

"Yes Master Adolf", Wendy admitted guiltily.

"To think that I needed to be saved by *Em-Hegg-Ammon* when I am the Dominant!, Both of you wanted to torture me against my consent for thirty minutes… I think that thirty minutes is also a good length for a nice ice cold shower for both of you naughty girls", Master Adolf said sternly!

Wendy and Octavia both gasped at this and both gave their best adorable puppy dog eyes to beg for mercy.

"And as for YOU Belzevelle…"

Belzevelle giggled with ticklish laughter for about a minute or two as Wendy and Octavia sat on the bed looking sheepish, Octavia's mouth still duct taped shut.

Master Adolf roughly gagged Wendy with duct tape, and pinched and twisted one of Wendy and Octavia's ears in each hand, making the two Slaaneshi women moan with pain into their gags.

Master Adolf pulled hard on their twisted ears, forcing them to scramble in the direction he pulled to protect their ears, and the pair of sluts were force marched by their ears all the way into the shower.

Master Adolf stripped Wendy naked out of her milk collecting maternity corset, and then used the new ropes to tie Wendy's hands securely behind her back but left Octavia completely unbound. Master Adolf then turned on the shower to the coldest setting, drenching the pair of sluts in ice cold water that made them squeal into their gags.

"No daemonic gifts to keep warm Wendy, natural muscles ONLY!", Master Adolf ordered her sternly!

Master Adolf then set a timer for FORTY FIVE minutes, and tied the shower door closed and simply left the bathroom after briefly stopping to pee!

Wendy was bound in Octavia's presence, so the maniacally sadistic tickle sadist instantly began tickling Wendy's torso all over in the enclosed space, filling the shower with muffled laughter.

The spray of the shower was absolutely FREEZING on their naked skin, and without using her usual daemonic strength and speed Wendy couldn't warm up and overheat like she usually did!

Wendy was absolutely FREEZING!

The perfectly fuckable wet naked body of Octavia looked gorgeous as fuck as the body tickled Wendy terribly in the confined space, but even this pleasure couldn't warm her up under the freezing spray, making her cold skin go slightly numb!

The extremely cold sensation was a sensation, and hence pleasurable to Wendy, but getting numb skin from hypothermia was NOT fun at all!

Wendy laughed into her gag and looked desperately at the timer.

The timer still had over FORTY MINUTES left to go!

Wendy and Octavia probably should be learning some important life lesson from this, they probably deserved this…

But it still was freaking FREEZING!

Wendy and Octavia would probably learn nothing at all from this though, the pair of playful Slaaneshi sadists would *absolutely* torture their Master again at the first opportunity, no matter how many cold showers they were punished with as a result, they just couldn't help themselves…

This was just CRUEL to punish them when they wouldn't even learn their lesson!

Cruel Slaanesh this shower was COLD!

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