Chapter 114(Orphan) draft 2

(Trigger warning, Slaanesh worshippers taking rape trauma themes to disturbing new places.)

At around 10 pm of that same night, genestealers and brood brothers were down in the canal tunnels, using steel cable nets to catch hundreds of mermaids.

Catching the mermaids with nets in these mermaid choked waters wasn't hard. The difficulty was catching them alive without the rippers and hormagaunts instantly eating them. It took maybe two genestealers with nets to catch the mermaids, but it took over twenty brood brothers with other nets and brutal shock prods to keep the seething mass of hormagaunts and rippers at bay.

The brood worked quickly, pulling mermaids out of the water just long enough for a mature pure genestealer to implant them with their stabbing ovipositor tongues, before then releasing them back into the water to swim away to safety before being eaten.

The implanted mermaids mostly swam away to safety, but not all. A few were unlucky or not fast enough, and got eaten by the hungry swarm despite the best efforts of the brood brothers. It was unfortunate but couldn't be helped.

The surviving implanted mermaids swam off into the canals as the brood continued catching and implanting hundreds more. It took a little while for the genestealer implants to take full effect hijacking their bodies and minds, the transformation took maybe a few hours at most to turn them into brood brothers.

The stressed implanted mermaids swam off as normal for a while, seemingly unchanged, and for a while the rippers and hormagaunts kept trying to eat them, but gradually the genestealer curse spread throughout their tissues, changing their smell until the rippers and hormagaunts were no longer hostile to them.

In a few hours time the mermaids would become true brood brothers and their simple minds would add to the brood telepathy of the brood mind.

The brood just kept netting and implanting as many mermaids as possible.

The brood had suffered significant casualties defeating the necromancer in the necropolis, and needed more new brood brothers to make up for the losses. The more mermaids they implanted the better, if possible they would implant every mermaid on the entire island, millions in total, and use them to breed more first generation genestealer hybrids.

The brood mind was still not entirely sure what precisely had happened down in the necropolis, but it seemed that the zoanthrope they had deployed had suffered a spectacular "perils of the warp" type mishap that caused a massive explosion, killing both the necromancer and all the tyranids, (including the zoanthrope itself), in the most dramatic way possible.

Hybrid scouts had already confirmed that the necropolis was completely in tyranid hands now. A sewerage treatment plant had leaked down into the necropolis, completely cooling down the heat of the explosion to a safe level, and the scouts had gotten all the way into the lair of the necromancer. There had been little left, the rippers had completely eaten every edible thing in the entire lair, but there had been metal and ceramic objects remaining, metal furniture, ceramic bathroom stuff like toilet and tiles, all sorts of things consistent with a home or similar residence. The necropolis section had no way out, the necromancer had surely perished and been eaten by the rippers.

The loss of the carnifex and zoanthrope were a huge blow, as was the loss of so many pure genestealers and hybrids. The brood needed these additional members very badly.

The brood just kept methodically catching and implanting hundreds of mermaids every hour, it would take any amount of time to catch all of them, and they just had to keep at it for as long as the mermaids remained in the tunnel canals to be caught in nets.

The hours ticked by into the very early morning, and the brood mind was suddenly joined by the minds of the first of the implanted mermaids swimming scattered about in the canals.

There was much excitement over the brood telepathy as the brood welcomed these new members, it was a time of great celebration.

The slightly bewildered new mermaid "brood brothers" shyly greeted back the rest of the brood via the brood telepathy of the brood mind, and their memories and experiences flowed into the collective consciousness of the brood mind.

The brood mind rippled with wonder as memory images of the sea filled their collective minds, the hidden secrets of sea and surf and ocean deep.

The mermaids were a mutant subspecies favoured by Slaanesh, and Slaanesh had blessed their kind abundantly with extremely sharp senses. The mermaids could not see in the infrared spectrum like the tyranids could, but their eyes were as sensitive as the sharpest Night Lord eyesight, even on the seemingly impenetrable darkness of Dark Tropic a few photons of visible light from space got through the thick ash clouds of the upper atmosphere, and a few photons, though inadequate for normal human eyes to see, was all the eyes of mermaids and Night Lords needed to see everything around them.

The sea water itself was far from lifeless. In it grew all manner of bacteria in extremely small numbers, bacteria that scraped a meagre existence of near starvation from chemicals and dust in the dark waters. Some of these bacteria produced a few pathetic photons of light, hardly enough to even be detected by all but the sharpest of senses, but still light enough for the extreme Slaaneshi eyesight of the mermaids. Wherever there was seawater, there was light enough for the mermaids to see, even in the canal tunnels or in the deepest depths of the ocean, everywhere the mermaids could go, they could see clear as day.

The memories of the mermaids were wondrous, memories of the painfully brightly lit underwater "chandelier farms" that hung from the floating food growing settlements. These chandelier farms were vast, even the smallest tens of meters across, and dropping down for miles. They consisted of a series of extremely strong cables, with metal or plastic platforms suspended between them. The platforms were each illuminated by glaring underwater floodlights, and upon each platform grew vast tangles of seaweed and algae that grew in the artificial light. Among this algae and seaweed were suspended huge cages full of herbivorous fish that fed on the plants.

The chandelier farms had endless layers of well spaced platforms stacked atop each other, going down deeper than the mermaids could dive, such a huge bounty of food that had sustained the mermaids for as long as any mermaids could remember.

The brood mind murmured greedily at the visions of such abundant food.

If the brood could implant enough mermaids then they would have enough food to sustain the rippers and hormagaunts indefinitely!

The mermaids could constantly swim out, get as much food as they could carry, and swim back to feed the food to the swarm.

The new brood brother mermaids had some reservations about this idea, explaining that it was a lot of swimming when they couldn't carry all that much.

The brood mind thought about this.

They needed boats or barges, something floating that could be used as a mobile food storage place, that way they could have the boat close (but not too close) to the floating farms, letting the mermaids make many foraging trips quickly, and then move the boats or barges back to the island to feed the rippers and hormagaunts.

The mermaids shyly agreed that this would be a much better plan, and the brood mind immediately deployed additional genestealer forces to net and implant as many mermaids as possible, they would need hundreds of thousands if not millions to supply the island with food properly.

More new mermaids were joining the brood telepathy every minute, constantly expanding the vision of the brood mind. The mermaids had scattered everywhere looking for their lost infants before the genestealer curse took hold of them, randomly scattered all around. The implanted mermaids now knew from the brood mind that their babies were all eaten by rippers, they were saddened but the brood mind suppressed the worst of the emotions of their grief, controlling them to make them capable of immediately serving the brood.

The brood mind was starting to organise the implanted mermaids now, sending them out of the canal tunnels and towards the sea.

Hundreds of mermaids were now part of the brood mind, more joining every minute, and all of these gracefully swam out of the canals on every side of the island, seeking any boats or barges they could use to bring food to the swarm...

That was odd...

What were these thousands of boats doing?

Why were they moving to and from a single beach in a wilderness area of the island?

!

!

The brood mind gave a collective hiss of terror and outrage!

An army was deploying unseen right under their noses!

The mermaids scrambled to the boats, some rapidly swimming to see how many there were, others swimming right up to the boats to learn more about them.

Minutes passed, more and more was learned. The boats seemed to stretch out endlessly beyond the horizon, deploying the troops and supplies for an absolutely VAST army.

The boats were beach landing crafts with ramp doors at the front that swung down forward at the beach, disgorging troops and vehicles quickly, and then retreating back out to sea to make room for more boats.

The mermaids tapped on the metal at the bottom of the boats, listening to determine their thickness. The boats were quite strong in almost all parts of their hull, they had ballast cavities that provided additional protection underneath them. They were military boats designed to resist damage...

The mermaids continued tapping the boats all over their underside, checking for weaknesses...

The boat crews were cursing in alarm, trying to hit the mermaids with long poles to shoo them away. The crew didn't seem to be firing any weapons...

The mermaids briefly scattered, the brood mind was thinking.

The boat crew were not firing any firearms at the mermaids in the water...

Some rippers were swimming by, the rippers sniffed the air and viciously hissed. The rippers swam to the sides of the boats and uselessly tried to scuttle up the slippery metal sides to eat the crew.

The crew saw the rippers...

The crew on top of the sides of the boats had guns in their hands, they could easily shoot.

The crew instead used long metal poles to bludgeon the rippers and stun them senseless to float away still alive!

The brood mind now understood the situation.

The boats were trying to maintain stealth and the element of surprise. They knew enough about tyranids to know that mindless rippers away from a synapse creature could not report the boats to the rest of the swarm, but they feared that using firearms might alert the tyranids on land or worse the genestealer cult.

It was also obvious that the boats didn't realise that the brood mind was now aware of them. They didn't know that the mermaids were brood members, they just saw harmless mermaid wildlife that was not a security threat.

The mermaids regrouped, keeping a respectful distance from the boats. The brood mind was thinking furiously of a plan.

The brood now had over a thousand mermaids, the brood mind had a plan.

This was a job that required the help of grandfather Nurgle...

***...

The mermaids had spent over half an hour drawing many hundreds of crude summoning circles with their fingers in the thick sandy sediment at the bottom of the huge shallow bay below the line of boats.

The mermaids could hold their breath for a long time, and they were now gathered around the crude circles, praying fervently to Grandfather Nurgle.

The entire tyranid brood mind added their own worship to these praying mermaids, the potent psychic energy of an entire genestealer cult crackling through the warp with terrible power.

The brood mind prayed in fanatical worship.

The nauseating feeling of Nurgle's attention fell on the entire brood, they had called and their god had heard them.

"Blessings to you my beloved children," Nurgle burbled joyfully in their minds, as happy and kindly as an old grandfather indulgently giving toys to a much beloved grandchild.

The brood mind thrilled in worship, beseeching Nurgle to help them.

Nurgle laughed happily.

"Yes my children, I will coddle you with gifts. Behold, to the water of yonder bay I bestow in great abundance the blessed bacteria, hyperacid cocci. The bay shall become a bountiful acid bath, (chuckles), a gift for my faithful children," Nurgle chuckled with exuberant love for his beloved genestealer cult worshippers.

The mermaids in the bay swam away for their lives as the energy of Nurgle poured out of the summoning circles!

They swam faster than they had ever swam before, and Nurgle indulgently waited until the last mermaids had swam safely out of the huge bay.

When the mermaids were clear away, the summoning circles suddenly vomited out a vile red slime, huge plumes of red spreading out and filling the water around the boats.

The vast bay had thousands of boats loaded with troops and supplies, all unaware of the peril they were now in, more boats entered the bay every few seconds.

The pitch dark bay water would now look bright red had their been any light, but the boats couldn't see this. It was still raining, the visibility was still terrible, they couldn't see their doom even in infrared goggles.

The rippers swimming in the bay suddenly hissed loudly in terrible agony, the first sign of danger.

The pH of the water was rapidly plummeting, as the dreaded hyperacid cocci flooded the water around them with potent super acids, turning the bay into a vast acid bath.

The bay water was bubbling now, as hydroxyl free radicals were stripped from the water by potent acid-base reactions.

The rippers in the water were all dead now, their bodies dissolving away as the pH dropped ever more stupidly low in the growing extreme acidity.

The boats were suddenly hellishly hot for the troops onboard!

The metal surfaces were boiling in contact with the acid, the temperature was transferring to the inside of the boats!

The people onboard the boats were being cooked alive!

The boats were like frypans for the occupants!

Desperate humans and dark eldar leaped out of the boiling hot boats into the water, hoping to find cool. The pitiful wretches found only an agonising acid bath that killed them almost, (but cruelly not quite), instantaneously.

More boats were still entering the bay, unaware of the danger...

Oh the humanity!

Boats were sinking, the acid eating huge holes in them.

Vehicles and supplies fell to the bottom of the bay, acid bubbling off their every surface as they were dissolved.

No man or eldar survived, everything was eaten away by the acid. The bay was pure death.

Even the sea floor was dissolving now, the nearby canals were starting to fill with acid...

The acid was spreading everywhere!

It wasn't just in the bay!

The brood mind frantically stopped praying.

Grandfather Nurgle chuckled affectionately, and indulgently stopped the flow of fresh hyperacid cocci from the badly dissolving summoning circles.

The supply was cut off, but the existing bacteria still remained in the water, still producing its much feared acid.

The canal tunnels were becoming lethal acid baths, killing wild mermaids and rippers and hormagaunts by the thousands. The hissing acids were getting sucked up into the pipes of automated cooling systems...

Boats and piers further out were hissing in the spreading acid, the entire convoy of boats in the invading armada was in disarray.

The implanted mermaids were fleeing out to the deep sea to escape the acid, all the brood were shunning the water anywhere near the island now.

Spotters on land scrambled to line of sight of the bay, looking both for the acid and for the army the boats had been unloading.

Hybrids scrambled to the tops of abandoned buildings the hormagaunts had already killed the occupants of weeks ago, high towers that overlooked the bay.

The hybrids looked out in amazement to see that the bay water was bright brilliant crimson in the infrared spectrum, far hotter than the sea water should be. The rain was still pounding down, obscuring infrared visibility terribly, but no amount of rain could fully block out the crimson glow of this hot acidic water.

Currents and the wind direction had now changed and were currently headed away from the bay, carrying vast amounts of warm acidic water out to sea, right into the huge armada of invading boats...

The armada was in complete disarray, boats losing their steering ability as their rudders and propellers rapidly dissolved in the highly corrosive water. Boats were colliding with each other, others were getting in each other's way, boat hulls were glowing hotly in the infrared spectrum as the burning acids heated them up.

For how far out the armada was effected, the spotters could not say, for the rain obscured all visibility beyond a certain distance, but it was clear that the armada was losing at least many thousands of boats in the spreading acid.

The spotters turned their attention to the army already on land.

The army was clearly huge, millions strong at least, and spread over a vast area of empty wilderness parkland. Many supply vehicles were wrecks on the wet sand of the beach, the waves lapping acid over the smoking sand and melting away the wheels and tracks of the vehicles, leaving them immobilised to slowly dissolve away in the acid soaked sand.

Dead bodies were all around the beach on the untouched sand, poor wretched souls from the nearest landing boats to the shore who had scrambled out of the acidic waters onto the safe land, only to then succumb to their acid burns and die. Medics were frantically trying to save those on the beach that they could, but it was clear that very few could be saved.

The bulk of the rest of the army was rapidly pulling back away from the water, heading deliberately inland for maximum safety. These forces would have to be eliminated the hard way, but at least they were now cut off from reinforcements by sea, at least until the acid cleared away.

The brood mind turned its attention to the acid filled canal tunnels, an extreme threat that threatened to destroy the cooling systems of the entire island. Even worse, the acid might eat through the floor of the canals and flood the entire subterranean hive!

Scout patrols scrambled to inspect the canal tunnels, skin crawling with dread...

The scouts in many locations found cool uncontaminated sea water flowing in the direction of the bay...

The scouts in canals near the bay found considerable acid, but this acidic water was also starting to flow back towards the bay...

The prevailing sea current was flowing out away from the bay out to sea, and water from the other side of the island was flushing through the island spanning canal system, steadily flushing the acid back out of the canal system!

Rippers and hormagaunts were enthusiastically swarming around the ledges at the canal edges that still had acid, lapping up the water with their long acid-proof tongues into their acid-proof mouths and digestive systems. The water was thick with dissolved meat, and the swarm was having a feast.

The rippers and hormagaunts were drinking in the acid at a prodigious rate, pissing out salty clean water devoid of acid, helping to remove and dilute the remaining acid.

The damage to the canals and cooling systems and other canal water mechanical systems was extensive and horrific, but only near the bay. The vast majority of the island had escaped unscathed thanks to the changing sea currents flushing the system out before too much got contaminated.

The canals with the acid were widening and deepening fast as the acid dissolved away the stone and other materials, the water was near boiling from the hissing bubbling acid, the air was a toxic fume of gaseous byproducts of the corrosion!

The metal pipes going down into the acid from above were all corroded away to a few flimsy scraps of pipe metal the acid hadn't quite managed to completely eat away.

Other pipe openings that entered the canals below the water line via the sides or floor were now surging whirlpools, water rushing into them, the pipes that went further down in the city had obviously dissolved away completely, and were now flooding the lower levels with acid and sea water!

This was bad...

The city would be completely flooded!

The majority of the rippers and hormagaunts in the lower levels would drown!

The ocean currents might be flushing out the majority of the acid now, but the damage was already done!

Other brood members were powering up earthmoving machines, they would shovel rock and rubble into the breached canals to block them up.

The brood mind was scrambling every land based member they could spare to save the city from completely flooding with lethal acid, doing everything they could to block up the flood.

The enemy army was still at large, but the brood mind couldn't spare the forces to attack them, the peril of the acid damage in the canals was now a far more deadly threat to the swarm.

A few spotters up in high buildings still remained to observe the enemy army, all the brood mind could spare.

The screaming of wounded on the beach had carried above the roaring of the rain, hormagaunts were wandering out of the surrounding cities to investigate the noise.

The bulk of the enemy army was some distance inland from the body covered beach, but the medics and wounded still had considerable support from many thousands of infantry who had remained to protect them.

The hormagaunts were moving along the dunes at the far edges of the bay beach, following the sounds of screaming.

The hormagaunts noticed the smell of the acid and liquefied meat washing up on the beach...

The hormagaunts were distracted by the smell of food...

The hormagaunts were instinctively shy of touching the acid with anything other than their acid-proof mouths, they gathered right at the edge of where the waves had touched the smoking sand, and they began to very daintily eat the contaminated sand.

The brood mind could do nothing to get the stupid hormagaunts moving towards the enemy.

The hormagaunts were each laying hundreds of eggs up in the sand dunes where it was safe, moving between the dunes and the wash zone in a cycle of feeding and breeding.

The enemy army had clearly noticed these hormagaunts, and was attempting to move the wounded away from the beach as quietly as possible.

The eggs were soon hatching, and newborn rippers mindlessly flocked to the contaminated sand, gorging themselves on the digested biomass in the acidic water.

The hormagaunts just kept laying eggs in the presence of this glut of food washing up on the beach, millions of men and their food ration supplies had fallen into the bay when the boats dissolved, and this liquefied biomass was washing up on the beach in prodigious quantities.

The number of rippers was growing exponentially, some rippers were already burrowing into the safe sand of the dunes to pupate.

The enemy on the beach was rushing to pull back from the beach before this exponentially growing swarm detected them.

The rippers were starting to spread down the beach as the numbers grew, feasting on the sand and acid water.

The foremost rippers reached the first dead bodies, and consumed them gleefully, pupating immediately from the meat.

The hormagaunts were moving down the beach now too, the rippers were making it hard to reach the food now, forcing the hormagaunts to move down the beach to find more biomass to let them lay eggs.

The enemy army fled away in silence, sedating the wounded to silence them from screaming as they were carried away far inland from the beach.

The hormagaunts were none the wiser in the extremely heavy rain, neither seeing nor hearing the enemy in the crashing downpour of infrared absorbing raindrops.

The rippers from either side of the bay were reaching the body strewn landing zone now, they ate the carrion in a greedy frenzy and burrowed to pupate.

The hormagaunts were laying eggs by the hundreds as they moved down the beach, the swarm of rippers was now hundreds of thousands at least.

The two groups of tyranids moving down either side of the beach met up in the middle, gorging themselves on the abundant carrion.

The enemy army was now completely cut off from the beach by this exponentially growing swarm of tyranids, they had no supply line or way of escape now, not unless from the air.

The brood was now in the process of blocking up the compromised canals with so much rubble that even the acid couldn't eat through it all, damming up the leaks.

The bay was still contaminated with the horrifying hyperacid cocci bacteria, and these bacteria were still producing absurdly potent acids, but as long as the canals had rubble dumped in them repeatedly faster than the acid could eat through it, the canal system would be safe.

Without the supernatural supply of Nurgle, the hyperacid cocci in the bay would start to die off to a safe level once the food was all gone, and the acid would dilute away to nothing in the vastness of the ocean. The bay would likely still be contaminated for years to come by tiny colonies of the bacteria, but it would never again be this extreme, at least not without the power of Nurgle.

Destructive as it had been, the powers of Grandfather Nurgle had won a great victory today.

***...

At some time after 2 am the same night, Security Guardsman Potts was feeling extremely contented as he lay naked in his bunk in the Security Guardsmen barracks, with an equally naked gorgeous tickle slave laying passed out beside him, her wrists still securely handcuffed to the bar at the head of the bed as they had been for the entirety of the last fourteen hours.

The girl, Maya Janowska the tickle slave, was the same gorgeous busty blonde lesbian he had tried to hit on during his shift on the roof with Belzevelle and Adolf yesterday. Maya was a dyke, gay as gay can be gay, but she had still (reluctantly) given him pity sex because she felt bad for continually rejecting him for weeks.

Maya the strict lesbian had been bone dry, but a tube of lubricant had solved that problem easily enough, and Security Guardsman Potts had eagerly fucked the girl every waking moment over the last fourteen or so hours. Maya had not yet asked him to stop fucking her, so he had just kept going ever since they had got to talking at the end of their shift.

The handcuffs had been her idea, Maya was a tickle slave, she had wanted him to tickle her in bondage, the career tickle slave apparently enjoyed it even when she wasn't sexually excited. Security Guardsman Potts had been happy to indulge her request since she was agreeing to let him fuck her, and she had especially enjoyed it when he stroked her armpits, this kinky girl was crazy ticklish.

Security Guardsman Potts was single, as were all the Security Guardsmen as a condition of their continued employment. Only single men and women were hired to work or slave in this skyscraper, and you couldn't have any kids either. This building was a monument to Slaanesh, it's primary purpose was to perfectly enact an extreme sexual fantasy to generate worship energy and draw the gaze and favour of Slaanesh. When you entered employment or slavery in this building, you entered a very specific role in the fantasy and left your old life behind for as long as you stayed.

Wives, partners, children or family members would spoil the atmosphere of the sexual fantasy the building was trying to generate, diluting the favour of Slaanesh that Wendy Sevenson craved. As a result these distractions were all strictly forbidden.

The building existed, as all favour generating pleasure choir monuments existed, to take a normally impossible sexual fantasy and make it an actual reality. The building generated no actual profit, it was all extremely expensive and entirely funded by Wendy Sevenson herself, a significant drain on her (admittedly considerable) personal wealth.

The building was like a kinky theme park, that perfectly enacted the extreme sexual fantasy of a brutally cruel lesbian tickle slavery dungeon. Every detail was perfected to make the fantasy a reality. The very few women lucky enough to gain a place in this giant fantasy were actually enslaved for life, each given brutal slave brands upon entering, permanently denying them of their freedom.

Once enslaved there was no turning back, no escape. Hundreds of brutal Security Guardsmen in sinister black carapace armour kept them locked up, physically manhandling them into their restraints, and very genuinely preventing them from escaping. If one of the tickle slaves tried to escape, the Security Guardsmen would capture her immediately and brutally force her back into her bondage. The slavery was entirely real, just as the sexual fantasy demanded that it must be.

The tickle slaves had no time off, no holidays, no free time to even think a single thought in peace. Merciless daemonettes with normal human hands brutally tickled these restrained girls as much as physically possible every waking moment, in between performing shocking lesbian acts on the defenceless women. The girls were literally tickled to exhaustion every single day until they passed out from exhaustion in their strict restraints, given 8 hours a day of exhausted sleep before tickling them awake and continuing their merciless torture for another 16 hours.

The girls had emergency safe words, as a pragmatic safety feature in this otherwise flawless sexual fantasy made reality, but they got into very serious trouble if they used their safe word without a very good reason, and could lose their safe word if they misused it too much. The brutal sexual fantasy was made very very real, these girls were in it for life.

Security Guardsman Potts himself was one of the sinister cruel men of this sexual fantasy who kept these slaves in their captivity. He intimidated the girls, flogged them into submission, manhandled them into different bondage restraints, dominated them with authoritative commands, and prevented their escape. He was one of the "jailers" in the sexual fantasy of the tickle slaves, a minor but very important role.

When not acting the role of kinky jailer for the slave girls, Potts and the other Security Guardsmen did the more boring things that usual security guards would do, though this was almost always done out of sight of the slaves if possible to maintain the fantasy.

The cruel jailers like Potts were not supposed to have families or lovers or children in this fantasy world, that would be too "domestic" for this fantasy. They existed to be the cruel brutal captors to the girls, living in brutish barracks in between their shifts of terrorising the completely defenceless slave girls. The lack of wives or conventional romantic lovers was no problem in this sort of sexual fantasy dungeon, defenceless slave pussy was everywhere and free for the taking, this blatant sexual abuse was part of the whole dungeon fantasy experience.

The tickle slaves were all lesbians, a major "selection criteria" in their "job applications" to become Wendy Sevenson's tickle slaves in the first place, but a bit of lubricant quickly solved this problem for the male guards. The "forced heterosexuality" inflicted upon these strictly lesbian slave girls by the male guards added to the humiliation and degradation of the "dungeon experience", adding to the extreme sexual fantasy of being dehumanised tickle slaves locked up forever in a brutal sex dungeon.

But now everything had changed thanks to the tyranid infestation. The entire fantasy was disrupted, the slaves were all out of bondage for the first time in years, free from their brutal perpetual tickling, free to wander the building, free to just relax and act like people for a change. It was extremely disconcerting for both the Security Guardsmen and the tickle slaves, neither group liked this "new normal".

The tickle slaves were now suddenly "humanised" for the Security Guardsmen. Instead of being chained dehumanised sex toys that were almost always too busy laughing to speak, the girls were now walking about and talking and thinking like actual human beings. It was extremely jarring to have some dehumanised fuck toy, that you have spent years doing terrible things to, suddenly regain their humanity and have intelligent conversations with you!

Potts no longer felt comfortable just raping Maya like he had for years, not when the fantasy roles were broken like this. When things went back to normal they would both resume their official roles in the giant fantasy, and Potts would once more feel comfortable having absolute sexual rights to Maya as her cruel dungeon jailer. But until then, Maya was too humanised for Potts to be happy to just rape, he felt that he ought to woo her instead, to ask her what *she* wanted for a change.

Potts had spent weeks wooing this particularly beautiful girl, trying to get her to actually consent rather than just raping her. Tonight his patience had finally paid off...

And now, many many hours of hard fucking later, Maya was sleeping peacefully, his semen softly flowing out of her pussy onto the sheets, and Security Guardsman Potts felt wonderful, almost asleep himself.

Maya gave a little feminine groan in her sleep, and Security Guardsman Potts found the female noise extremely comforting. He liked having a woman share his bed, especially a hot naked one, it just felt so right and so natural to have this sexy woman in his bed making these little noises in her sleep.

Security Guardsman Potts was starting to drift off to sleep again now, he had slept on and off throughout the night, as had Maya. When they were both awake at the same time he tickled and fucked her, they then both dozed for maybe two hours before tickling and fucking again.

Soon they would both have to get up and start their next shift on the roof at 4 am, much as neither of them wanted to, and when that happened they would sadly go their separate ways as bedmates, returning to being merely "coworkers" without a sexual relationship until the war ended. This wild fourteen hour sexual romp was just a pity fuck, Maya Janowska the tickle slave was still a strict lesbian, they were not lovers.

This thought made Security Guardsman Potts feel sad, he would very much like to do this consensual sex thing regularly with Maya.

No, he was being unfair. The woman was a dyke. She didn't enjoy men at all, he hadn't made her cum even once. She was just being nice to let him fuck her even just once, he was being extremely ungrateful and greedy if he demanded even more consent from this obviously gay girl.

Sigh, dykes will be dykes, can't be helped.

He relaxed back to his earlier blissful contentment, his body aching wonderfully from all the heavy sex.

Better nap for the little time he had left before he had to get out of bed.

Yes, his balls were already emptied inside the gorgeous Maya, some sleep was in order...

He drifted off to sleep...

(BLARING SIRENS)

The dim nightlight in the room went dead.

Emergency lighting hummed to life in a dim red glare from battery powered emergency blackout lights!?

"The fuck?"

(Automated female voice:, "Warning all security personnel, the cooling systems to the power generators have failed. All power generation reactors are powering down. Building reverting to emergency battery power, all high energy systems powering down. All off duty security personnel to return to active duty immediately".)

"FUCK!"

"The plasma windows! The nids will be able to walk right into the building without them!", Security Guardsman Potts exclaimed with sudden horror, the plasma windows wouldn't work without power!

"What's wrong Sir?", Maya asked fearfully, woken up from the noise.

"Quick I will unlock those handcuffs. Ok they are off. You need to come with me immediately. I have to get dressed real quick". He told the fearful naked woman.

Security Guardsman Potts scrambled around his meagre personal quarters in the barracks, a tiny room just big enough for the bed, a wardrobe cupboard and a few lockable storage boxes. He hurriedly dressed and put on his heavy carapace armour as Maya rubbed her sore wrists from the pain of a night in metal handcuffs. Maya reluctantly picked up her tickle slave standard issue reduced weight las-carbine off the floor where she had left it yesterday, struggling to lift it with her absurdly weak arms, and immediately sat on the edge of the bed cradling the extremely light weight firearm in her lap as though she thought it was extremely heavy. Her level of muscle atrophy from years living in bondage was terrifying.

As soon as he was ready and had all of his weapons and gear, he grabbed Maya's extremely weak soft hand and pulled her to a standing position on her weak slender legs. The weak girl almost fell over, and he had to steady her.

He led Maya out of his room, walking as fast as she could keep up through the hallway of the barracks.

The Security Guardsmen barracks were arguably the least exciting places in this entire kinky skyscraper. They were boringly pragmatic and unspectacular, nothing but endless halls running past endless rows of doorways into tiny single occupant rooms. The skyscraper had armouries and arsenals and firing ranges and gymnasiums and other highly interesting facilities where the Security Guardsmen actually trained, but none of these were located in the barracks.

The barracks covered several floors of the skyscraper, and were just generic residential accomodations where the men slept, (and fucked girls), it had nothing more exciting than quarters and bathrooms and the like, just spectacularly dull.

The barracks was now a bustle of activity, as Security Guardsmen, (and more than a few naked tickle slave bedmates), rushed out of the doorways of personal quarters, all scrambling to respond to this emergency announcement.

It was 02:38 according to his watch and several wall clocks, 2:38 am in the morning for all that meant on a perpetually dark night world. The shifts usually changed at 4 am, the Security Guardsmen typically operating in shifts of 8 hours on and 16 hours off, so at the moment the vast majority of the Security Guardsmen had been off shift and mostly in the barracks, either sleeping or fucking girls or doing whatever else.

The result was complete pandemonium as unprepared off duty Security Guardsmen scrambled to defend the building from this sudden surprise emergency.

Potts kept a tight grip on Maya as running Guardsmen nearly knocked her over, he pulled her in front of himself, his chest to her naked back, and held his arms tightly around her, his weapons hanging freely behind him from a shoulder strap.

Maya howled with high volume ticklish laughter from his arms wrapping around her torso, and she dropped her las-carbine as she bucked and fidgeted in his arms!

Potts hissed in irritation, crouching to pick up her weapon while simultaneously trying to protect her from being knocked over in the press of bodies running in both directions in the long hallway.

"I'm sorry Sir, it's heavy, and it tickles!", Maya apologised wretchedly.

Security Guardsman Potts kept hold of her ridiculously light weight carbine, and just stood holding her tightly from behind, out of the way of the crowd.

Maya laughed and squirmed from the slightest touch of his hands on her bare skin, ticklish to the point that it was almost like a disability. She had laughed the entire time he had fucked her last night too, even at times when he wasn't trying to tickle her. These Slaaneshi tickle slaves really were absurdly useless creatures. At least they were nice to fuck...

The hallway was soon less bustling, most of the running Guardsmen had already vacated the bland generic hallway, leaving behind only the stragglers, mostly men like Potts who were slowed down by naked girls from their beds.

Potts and Maya moved down the hallway as fast as the weak Maya could manage, they turned a corner, and found that the elevators were all flashing yellow warning lights above their doors, indicating that they were inoperable due to lack of power... Damn...

Potts looked to the doorway to the nearest stairwell, and saw a thick mass of men trying to push their way inside, a huge crowd of hundreds gathered around the entrance, completely unsuccessful in getting inside.

Potts could just imagine the pedestrian traffic jam caused by every person in the building attempting to use the stairs all at the same time. It would be a while before everybody got where they wanted to go.

Potts gripped Maya's hand and led her to sit on the floor with him out of the way against a wall. Maya submissively moved as he led her, and the Security Guardsman and the tickle slave sat side by side on the floor, watching the crowd continue to push and shove.

Maya slumped weakly under her own weight even sitting down, and draped herself against Potts for support, resting the side of her head on his armoured shoulder like a pillow.

Potts grunted at how overly familiar the subordinate slave was being to a superior ranking personnel in public when on duty.

"You just fucked me for 14 hours Sir, doesn't that grant me snuggling privileges?," Maya replied adorably to his questioning grunt.

Security Guardsman Potts chuckled at this charming intelligent wit, and stroked her hair affectionately.

"(Giggling snort), that tickles Sir!,"

"Even stroking your hair tickles you?," Potts asked incredulously.

"EVERYTHING tickles me Sir, you have no idea how ticklish I am!", Maya giggled frantically.

Potts left her hair alone.

"Don't stop, Sir,"

Potts gave her a look, (his night vision goggles currently strapped to his helmeted forehead out of the way until he needed them, leaving his face uncovered.)

"I like it when I get tickled," Maya told him, kissing him on the lips provocatively.

Potts had an erection now as the gorgeous naked woman kissed and canoodled him, and he stroked her bare neck with a fingertip, making her explode with laughter into his kiss, body fidgeting wildly.

"The building is in danger," Potts reluctantly reminded the highly provocative laughing woman.

Maya's jaded Slaaneshi eyes were so fixated on her ecstasy at being tickled that his words didn't even register. The girl was a terminal addict to her tickling fetish, she was far gone in the terrible embrace of Slaanesh.

Potts stopped stroking her neck, and she regained her focus and attention.

"The building is in danger," Potts repeated, now with her undivided attention.

Maya immediately got scared, just like a wussy girl would in this situation, and she clung to him fearfully.

"What are we going to do Sir?," Maya asked fretfully.

"We need to get down to the ground floor," Potts explained.

"The ground floor Sir?," Maya asked apprehensively, "wouldn't the top floor be safer?, Away from the scary monsters?"

"These are standing orders from Wendy Sevenson herself, she issued the order as soon as the tyranid infestation began and made us memorise it. In the event of a power failure, all reserve or off duty personnel are ordered to defend the ground floor of the building." Security Guardsman Potts explained solemnly.

"That sounds really dangerous!"

"It would be even more dangerous to let the tyranids gain a foothold inside the building. Every single floor of this building contains things that tyranids can eat, wood, leather, plastic, fabric, carpet. All of it is edible to tyranids and they breed insanely fast when they have food. We have to stop them getting in."

"Why can they get in?, What happened to the power?," Maya asked, frightened.

"I don't know, internal vox use is currently restricted to prevent enemy espionage, I don't have the clearance to vox in and ask what happened."

"So the power might come back on at any moment?," Maya asked hopefully.

Potts considered this.

"Maybe, I wouldn't count on it. Hopefully whatever it is is something they can fix quickly..."

Maya crawled onto his lap, curling herself up in a fearful ball, trembling all over with fright.

Potts tolerated this in a way he never would have before the tyranid war, this recently humanised girl was obviously terrified.

The crowd trying to enter the stairs was only slightly smaller than before, the levels above also contained barracks and were no doubt filling the stairs to bursting before his floor even got a chance.

Potts considered the terrified naked busty blonde curled up in a frightened ball on his lap, she was hyperventilating.

Potts stroked his fingertips on her bare ribs...

The effect was instant and predictable.

Maya wasn't so scared anymore, Potts kept stroking.

Maya was laughing hysterically, Potts didn't let her escape. He wrapped a strong arm around the extremely weak woman, trapping her from escaping, and stroked her ribs mercilessly.

The hot naked thing was utterly helpless, her extremely weak body powerless to resist his strength, he just pinned her down and tickled the living fuck out of her.

Other people were giving him looks, the volume of Maya was quite loud, Potts reluctantly stopped.

"Why did you stop Sir?," Maya complained as soon as he stopped.

"We can continue later at a better time," Potts soothed her.

"Later?," Maya asked, slightly pensively.

"Maybe... Tonight?", Potts asked very carefully, trying not to spook her.

Maya instantly became silent, not a good sign if he wanted her to actually consent.

"Want to be tickled in handcuffs again tonight if we get the chance?", Potts pressed his luck hitting on Maya.

Maya looked extremely indecisive.

"I could use my toothbrush on your toes..." Potts offered enticingly.

Maya squirmed in his lap, excited by the mental image on offer.

"Bristles stroking between your toes..."

Maya flinched with terrible desire.

"My hairbrush could scrub your soles..."

Maya gasped and flinched, fidgeting in his lap.

"That... That sounds nice..." Maya said, trembling all over with desire.

"Tonight?", Potts pressed.

Maya paused, and then nodded.

"Tonight," she agreed.

Potts let out a cautious sigh of relief, she had consented to let him fuck her again tonight.

Assuming they actually survived that long...

***...

It took over half an hour for Security Guardsman Potts and Maya to make their way all the way to the ground floor.

The place was surprisingly peaceful.

The plasma windows were all deactivated, but the building still had conventional doors the way any normal building did. These doors had originally been open behind the plasma windows, as the metal doors would have been pulled into the extremely powerful magnetic field of the plasma windows and destroyed if they had been closed.

The shot up bodies of a few hormagaunts littered the floor, a few Security Guardsmen were dead in body bags, but the first Security Guardsmen on the scene had successfully fought their way to the huge metal doors and, without any electricity, had with great effort simply shut them manually, locking the swarm outside.

The huge piles of tyranid carrion in the streets outside the doors had been their real salvation. The endless carpet of rippers outside had been too interested in eating the carrion to even bother trying to enter the building. Only a few particularly curious hormagaunts had actually entered the building, the rest had been more interested in the carrion.

The human casualties had only happened when Security Guardsmen went to the open doorways to close them. Hidden hormagaunts that had been stealthily laying eggs all over the carrion pile had noticed the Security Guardsmen through the open doorways and leapt on them, slashing open arteries through gaps in their armour before other Guardsmen gunned them down. The metal doors had then been slammed shut and locked, and the fighting had swiftly ended.

Potts and Maya had completely missed all the action, the battle had been won at least twenty minutes before they arrived.

The ground floor was not the only way into the building, there were a few maintenance tunnels in the basement levels leading to tunnels beyond the building that let technical personnel attend to plumbing and the like, but these were all heavily locked behind multiple layers of adamantium blast doors even before the power failure, almost impossible to penetrate. Weeks ago for good measure the maintenance tunnels had also been filled up with acid resistant razor wire covered in concrete, making an especially nasty form of reinforced concrete that would be absolutely horrible for any tyranids trying to eat their way through.

This left the ground floor, (and the roof) as the sole entry points into the building.

Potts and the other latecomers had been debriefed about the situation. It was bad.

The secret liberation fleet was decimated, as was the army it had carried. Military intelligence was still piecing together the details, but what was clear was that the sea had somehow been contaminated with a terrible acid strong enough to dissolve thousands of ships. This acid had also contaminated the water of the cooling canals that supplied this skyscraper with water for the cooling systems.

The personnel inside the skyscraper had not been aware of the acid until it was far too late, the water pumps had pumped the acid water into every single cooling system, and the acid had been strong enough to completely dissolve the cooling systems, destroying them beyond repair.

The acid had destroyed everything it touched, the pumps, the pipes, the cooling systems, the water desalination system that supplied the drinking water. It had burned its way out of pipes and machines and had leaked out, causing several deaths and damaging or destroying yet more infrastructure. Some of the levels had huge holes burned right through the floor, and service personnel had scrambled to shovel bicarbonate powder on the acids to neutralise them.

The pumps had been shut off within the first 30 seconds, but it was already too late by then. At least the acid had stopped without the pumps, the pipes sucking up the water from the canals had all dropped into the water from above, so the acid couldn't get in without the pumps. The bicarbonate had neutralised all of the remaining acid before it could destroy the structural integrity of the building.

The power generators were still undamaged, but they had all relied on water cooling to operate. While it was technically possible to operate them with just air cooling, this was not advisable inside an enclosed building with relatively poor ventilation. The heat would have nowhere to go but inside the building, cooking them alive and causing fires. The technicians were working on something, but it would be some time before power was restored.

The ground floor was currently the place to be for all available Security Guardsmen and armed slaves, and tens of thousands of armed people were assembled here.

The ground floor was a relatively open high ceiling lobby of exquisite plated marble, the rooms were all extremely wide, the walkways between the rooms were so wide and spacious that the rooms were more like one big room.

Only around the elevators and staircases did the ground floor resemble a sinister dungeon of imprisonment, where the walkways suddenly became long and narrow past several security checkpoints, that let authorised people freely past, but instantly prevented the escape of any slaves making a break for freedom. The slaves in this giant fantasy were enslaved for real, they couldn't escape from this terrible sexual fantasy...

The open part of the lobby floor had formerly had luxurious black leather seats scattered around, some low tables between them, it had also had countertops with chairs and cogitators behind them, for visitors to the building to arrange appointments or await job interviews or the like. The same as so many other fancy skyscraper lobbies really, just wide open, uncluttered and elegant despite its simplicity.

In times of peace the lobby had always had people coming and going, especially deliveries via couriers with boxes on hand carts. The seats had frequently held nervous new job applicants seeking employment or kinky slavery, the skyscraper had been a major source of extremely high paying employment and highly desirable slave positions in peacetime.

Back when Wendy Sevenson had had tickle slave positions available, the ground floor had been standing room only, for a few months there had been vast queues of Slaanesh worshipping kinky women stretching out the doorways into the streets to apply to be slaves. It had been a nightmare for logistics and other daily business having all those slave applicants in the way for all those months, Security Guardsman Potts had already been working here at the time, for months he had had to direct crowds of lust crazy kinky women around the lobby just to get deliveries inside the building, it hadn't been fun.

Security Guardsman Potts had once sat nervously in this ground floor lobby waiting for his first of many rounds of exhaustive job interviews and aptitude tests to get this job, just as everyone else had. His job was extremely highly paid, very safe as combat jobs went, had very reasonable hours, had unlimited free sex with slave girls, was extremely cushy in peacetime and had job security for life once you managed to get the job. He had competed against a lot of other people in rounds of interviews and had been extremely lucky to get this extremely highly desirable job.

Maya had likewise once sat nervously in this lobby as a free woman awaiting an interview for her own slave position, and like Potts she had been one of the lucky few who passed the cut through an even worse series of increasingly difficult interviews and aptitude tests. Becoming one of the tickle slaves was a one way trip for life, so the selection process went to great pains to ensure that the women really wanted what they were signing up for, doing a complete psychic telepathic mind reading and comprehensive psychological profile to be sure that they wouldn't tragically change their minds later on.

Maya had been the one in several thousand who had actually passed the impossibly high standards to become a tickle slave of Wendy Sevenson. It was no wonder that the tickle slaves tended to get rather big headed and spoilt, being deemed the best out of thousands was hardly likely to foster humility...

The ground floor was a very different place today.

The formerly empty open spaces nearest the doors were now filled with chain link nets of defensive razor wire, hanging down from discreet ceiling fastening points like huge curtains. Security Guardsmen on tall ladders had deployed these razor wire defensive curtains after they secured the floor and locked all the doors. If the locked metal doors were breached, the tyranids would have to get through the razor wire, slowing them down and making them very easy to shoot through the chain link.

There were several layers of razor wire chain link net curtains, the curtains were all a bit longer than the ceiling was high and draped over the floor for a few meters towards the doors like a carpet, forcing invaders to awkwardly try to find the edge of the curtain and crawl under it as others walked on top of it in confusion. Even if they managed, the razor wire would cut them to pieces in the process. Getting through several layers of the lethal stuff should be nearly impossible.

The razor wire chain link was easy to see through and shoot through, even through several layers, the holes between the wire links were relatively wide.

As well as razor wire, lines of short thick adamantium poles had been set in specially designed floor holes that were usually covered by metal panels, the poles designed to stop any vehicles that might try to drive in through the doorways. The poles were strong enough to stop a speeding tank without ripping out of the floor, but narrow enough and spaced enough to not provide cover for infantry.

Past these defences on each side of the building was a clear open space for unobstructed firing, and beyond this was a line of sandbags and the first of several firing lines.

The first firing line was manned with only the most highly reliable of Security Guardsmen, with the best weapons and especially ornate armour with helmets fashioned to resemble torturer hoods. These were more capable men than Security Guardsmen Potts that formed their own special elite company known as "The Inescapable", all of them paid ten times what Potts was paid and known for having extreme combat skills. The Inescapable recruited only the best of the best humans, the selection criteria to join them was absolutely insane, and they were supremely capable.

In peace time the elite Inescapable were a terror to the tickle slaves, the dreaded enforces charged with ensuring that no tickle slave EVER escaped, and to this day they had never let a single victim escape this dungeon tower. They were the ones who guarded every single way out of the building, every possible escape. You did NOT escape from the Inescapable, it was impossible.

Right now, the Inescapable were extremely upset to have tens of thousands of tickle slaves out in the ground floor lobby where they were usually forbidden to go. The Inescapable took their role in the giant sexual fantasy extremely seriously, even at times like this, and having so many of the tickle slaves so close to the doors and potential freedom was causing noticeable distress to these obsessive jailers.

The Inescapable had demanded that they alone occupy the front lines on both sides of the building, so that they themselves formed a wall of bodies between the tickle slaves and "freedom", (if you could call being instantly eaten by the tyranids outside, "freedom").

Potts personally thought the Inescapable were being ridiculous. None of the slave girls wanted to be anywhere near those outside doors, fearing the tyranids they knew to be beyond them. In fact, the Security Guardsmen were actually having more difficulty preventing the tickle slaves from trying to flee back upstairs to the reassuring familiarity of their dungeon levels.

Behind the elite Inescapable were more lines of sandbags and firing lines, these lines manned by a combination of the more numerous common rank Security Guardsmen and the much much much more numerous armed tickle slaves.

The common Security Guardsmen were intermingled with the innumerable tickle slaves like this to seriously bulk out their numbers with the semi-trained naked women, the tickle slaves comprised at least 90 percent of the mortal population of the entire building, Wendy Sevenson owned many tens of thousands of these kinky slave girls. The individual girls were nearly completely useless in combat, but tens of thousands of them all firing at the same time was guaranteed to hit something with their combined firepower.

Waiting in reserve behind the firing lines were tens of thousands of Slaanesh daemons, who would pour forward to engage the tyranids in close combat if the firing lines were overrun. The daemons were mostly the daemonettes who would usually be mercilessly tickling the slave girls in peace time, redeployed to a combat role for the war, but also present among the Slaanesh daemons were some Fiends and Seekers. These various daemons were all extremely fast and could engage instantly if they were needed.

Hopefully the gunfire would mow down any tyranids before they even got near the first firing line.

Security Guardsman Potts and Maya were now manning one of the further back firing lines, right in the middle of the mass of other people, currently sitting behind their line of sandbags and waiting for something to happen.

Absolutely nothing was happening right now.

The tyranids had most likely returned their attention to the carrion pile while dart throwers on the roof continued to decimate them. The tyranids were extremely unlikely to focus on the building as long as that pile of meat in the street remained to distract them.

The room was buzzing loudly with conversation as bored tickle slaves chatted to each other, the volume growing steadily louder as the girls tried to raise their voices to be heard over each other's voices.

"This is really boring Sir," Maya said in his ear, snuggling against him affectionately.

"Being bored is much better than fighting for our lives," Potts told her tactlessly, making her shudder with fear.

There was an awkward silence.

It didn't last long before Maya got bored again.

"I'm looking forward to tonight," Maya said happily.

Potts now had an uncomfortable erection, which annoyed him.

"I love the feeling of a toothbrush on my toes," Maya continued unabashed.

Potts said nothing.

"I can't wait," Maya continued.

Potts turned to look at the beautiful naked woman in the red glow of the emergency lighting, her body language towards him was extremely affectionate and provocative, she clearly trusted him.

Potts softened his demeanour towards her, feeling genuine fondness for the humanised woman.

"It's been so long now since I left my straps and chains in the tickle dungeons. Last night was the longest tickle I have had since this stupid war began. You have no idea how much I needed last night," Maya admitted to him with a tone of extreme trust.

"It was my pleasure, I had fun too," Potts told her with a fond smile.

"Yes... You fucked me quite a lot... I didn't like it..." Maya admitted carefully.

Potts' smile collapsed.

"I'm sorry Sir, I shouldn't have said anything," Maya back-pedalled immediately.

There was an awkward pause.

"You're a dyke, I get it," Potts reassured her gruffly.

"I still liked it when you tickled me, I loved that part. I only hated the sex," Maya attempted to reassure him.

"You *hated* the sex?!", Potts exclaimed as though struck.

"I didn't like it," Maya amended.

Potts was flabbergasted.

"But I was thinking, what if instead of sex you just tickled me?, We could do that every night, like a regular thing for the rest of the war. I would really enjoy that," Maya requested hopefully.

Potts was astonished by how selfish Maya was being, what a self centred spoilt brat!

"I want to fuck you at least a little bit, that's at least fair," Potts insisted firmly.

Maya's entire demeanour fell as though crushed.

"I won't fuck you too much, just a bit each night," Potts offered her.

Maya was stoic, she looked hurt.

"I am willing to negotiate," Potts said soothingly.

Maya remained silent and sulky.

"I am happy to make it a regular thing, every night. I just need *something* for me," Potts offered her.

"Something...", Maya mused.

"Nothing bad, just normal sex,"

"I can't stop you," Maya sighed in defeat, obviously simply assuming that he would rape her as was his right as a Security Guardsman.

"Not until things go back to normal after the war, it would just feel weird trying to rape you now when you are like a free person." Potts reassured her.

Maya shuddered.

"A *free* person?!, Oh how I hate this stupid war!, I am *not* a free person, I don't *want* to be a stupid free person!, I just want to be chained up back in my dungeon getting tickled and raped like normal, this is all so HORRIBLE!," Maya lamented bitterly.

Potts murmured in agreement.

"It's all so unnatural. What am I doing in the middle of the lobby?!, I was never supposed to see this lobby again as long as I live, even escaping slaves never get this far into the middle of the lobby, I am supposed to be locked up in the dungeons until I die!, This war is RUINING the entire sexual fantasy!", Maya bitterly complained.

Potts nodded.

"I just HATE being stuck with just my thoughts all the time, it's so BORING!, For years I was tickled too much to think a single thought in my head, and now all these thoughts are driving me mad!, I hate talking, I hate thinking, I hate walking around like some free person, I just hate all of this!", Maya vented with considerable feeling.

"I will make you feel like a slave again tonight," Potts offered.

"Yes please, I need that," Maya eagerly accepted.

"Want me to rape you?," Potts asked her.

"It's not rape if you ask me for permission," Maya grumbled unhappily.

"Ok then, tonight I will rape you whether you like it or not," Potts said with a bizarrely reassuring tone for such words.

Maya moaned softly at this.

"Why did you ask me earlier to just tickle you without sex?," Potts asked her curiously.

Maya sighed.

"Because I am losing my grip and starting to feel like a free person or something. I hate how weird this is all making me," Maya admitted with obvious disgust.

"At least this time has made us a bit closer, I have raped you for years, but we have never really talked in all that time before the war." Potts told her.

"But that is the fantasy, I am the tickle slave in cruel captivity and you are one of my brutal dominant jailers, we are not supposed to be emotionally close, I am supposed to be the helpless victim that you rape and abuse. It's gotten all weird now with connection and feelings and me having a choice in things," Maya disagreed.

"I guess," Potts conceded.

Maya slumped against him, sighing deeply.

"I always enjoyed raping you, you are one of my favourites," Potts told her affectionately.

"I know I am, you raped me like 5 times a day every single day since I arrived. It was wonderfully humiliating and degrading for me, it was disgusting and it hurt me, you made me feel so dehumanised, like some abused sex animal not a person at all," Maya admitted with a wistful fond smile.

"Was I your favourite too?", Potts asked cautiously.

"I was terrified of you more than anyone else, I was so defenceless in my chains, and you just came along and inserted yourself inside me, and I couldn't stop you, you just kept coming back and contaminating my special intimate place with your gross sperm and I couldn't make it stop. It made me feel so dirty, so polluted, like an animal... (Sigh), I loved it..."

Maya spontaneously kissed him.

"Make me feel dehumanised again, rape the humanity out of me until I am just an animal in a cage! Do horrible nasty things to me, traumatise me, make me feel so violated that no amount of soap and water can ever make me feel clean again! Make me want to kill myself but chain me up so that I can't, so that I am just forced to live with my unendurable degradation and suffering!", Maya moaned obscenely.

"That's a bit dark...", Potts noted distastefully.

"I love it...", Maya whispered in his ear.

***...