Chapter 119(Orphan) draft 2
The Imperium of Man had always spread a lot of propaganda about the chaos worshipping so-called "lost and the damned".
According to the propaganda, every single worshipper of the chaos gods was personally a blood mad evil enemy of good people everywhere, who wished above all else to personally murder every person in the Imperium. This on its own was pure nonsense, obvious nonsense, but this wasn't even the most insidious lie told.
By far the most insidious propaganda untruth was the notion that only the Imperium, (and to a lesser extent some handful of undiscovered or independent human civilisations that didn't follow chaos), were the humans, and that the followers of chaos were not human beings but instead were inhuman monsters.
This propaganda was so insidious because it allowed humans who worshipped the chaos gods, (for whatever reason), to be simply written off as evil monsters who wanted to destroy the human race. It completely overlooked the fact that the followers of chaos were in fact the second biggest human faction in the entire galaxy.
During the Horus Heresy, close to half the human race had in fact joined the chaos side of the conflict, people from all walks of life from highest Primarch to the lowliest civilians and slaves. The Emperor's side of this unimaginably bitter conflict had triumphed, and the military forces of the victorious Imperium had then gone out on a genocidal rampage, attempting to slaughter nearly half of the human race for picking the wrong side of a war!
The deaths from this genocide had been beyond counting, endless endless dead human bodies.
Large as this horrific galaxy spanning genocide had been, billions of chaos worshipping humans, (a tiny fraction of the original total number), had been fortunate enough to be able to cram barely fitting aboard the various chaos ships before they fled Imperial space, and these lucky souls had been transported safely to either the Eye of Terror or the Maelstrom, where they and their descendants had worked very hard to simply survive on the mostly harsh daemon worlds.
Almost all of the other chaos worshipping people left behind in the galaxy had been completely slaughtered, until only the fraction who had reached the sanctuary of the chaos hells remained alive. Most of these people were simply civilians who had simply found themselves on the wrong side, they certainly hadn't wanted to destroy the human race or anything sinister. They were just people, tragically suffering ordinary people, with hopes and dreams and families and children, who just wanted to live their lives in peace.
These billions of decimated survivors had mostly become slaves of the traitor legions, poorly fed rag clad wretches chained in brutal servitude to the chaos space marines, tragic abused people languishing in mines and quarries and factories and farms, worked brutally hard to supply the military forces with resources for their long war.
These hapless civilian slaves had bred, bred furiously, for ten thousand years they had bred and bred as many people as the chaos hells had the food to support, until the Eye of Terror and the Maelstrom were choked with uncountable numbers of people, far too many for the traitor legions to enslave them all. These huge numbers had made it possible for more and more of the ordinary people of chaos to throw off their chains.
Slavery had never been completely abolished on all but a few daemon worlds, but the fraction of the population that were slaves had gotten less over time, as more and more people fought their way to freedom. Vast military forces had risen up in the form of huge hoards of armed ordinary human militia fighters, far outnumbering the chaos space marines. Massive wars had been fought between chaos space marines and these ex-slave militia forces, and the chaos space marines had been fought all the way to the negotiating table.
Every world was slightly different, and some worlds had never achieved even the slightest freedom from the iron fist of the traitor legions, but on most, the common people had made some progress towards self rule. This was certainly true of Dark Tropic.
Dark Tropic had an extremely long and often tragic history, with wars and civil wars beyond counting for ten thousand years. To even chronicle the history of the human inhabitants would fill many books, but one thing the population of the planet had achieved through force of arms was a very limited slave population, even before the Sevenson Night Lords came.
Dark Tropic was a daemon world, with many horrific things mutated by the chaos gods, and completely infested with daemons. But what was most remarkable was just how *normal* everything was. Dark Tropic was located right near the outermost edge of the Maelstrom, protected from the Imperium but not overly ravaged by the most negative effects of the warp. The humans were mostly anatomically typical humans with minimal mutations, the volcanoes and other geography behaved the boring normal way, the aquaculture crops and fish were slightly mutated but not grotesquely so.
The people of this daemon world of Dark Tropic were almost all descended from the original chaos slave colonists, fleeing the Imperium in the aftermath of the Horus Heresy. They had bred up vast numbers of people, and had then desired freedom from slavery and thrown off their chains with spectacular violence.
The most important part in the history books of Dark Tropic was the signing of the "Astartes Accords" by several of the traitor legions after centuries of war. The Astartes Accords was an agreement, signed by the Night Lords, the Iron Warriors, the Black Legion, the Red Corsairs and a few other chaos space marine factions, that outlined the terms by which the population of Dark Tropic would submit to their rule.
The Astartes Accords had many many features and stipulations, covering everything from environmental protection to real estate zoning policies, but key among the Astartes Accords was the limitation of slavery and mass conscription of the population of the planet. The local population of Dark Tropic citizens could not be enslaved against their will, and the population of imported outsider slaves brought to Dark Tropic could never exceed more than a quarter of the total native born local population, to protect local jobs. Conscription itself was also illegal on Dark Tropic under the Astartes Accords, all military service of the local population had to be voluntary.
Any chaos space marine faction who followed the Astartes Accords to the letter was free to rule Dark Tropic, (if strong enough to take and hold it against rivals), but any who strayed from the Astartes Accords were viciously attacked and driven out by the armed local population. The population was completely neutral regarding the many chaos space marine factions, not caring which faction swooped in to rule them so long as they kept the Astartes Accords.
Maya Janowska the tickle slave of Wendy Sevenson was one such local citizen of Dark Tropic, and one of the few who had been lawfully enslaved under the terms of the Astartes Accords by entering slavery voluntarily.
Maya knew the law well, for in her former life as a free woman she had been Maya Janowska the lawyer, successfully working her way up the ranks of a local law firm, good at her job but finding absolutely no joy in it.
Maya had originally been drawn to study law mostly by her obsessive lifelong kinky sexual fantasy of becoming a tickle and sex slave. Maya had in particular studied the Astartes Accords religiously, determined to understand the ways that she could legally enter into the slavery she deeply craved.
Maya was a local girl from a comfortably affluent not particularly religious nominally chaos undivided worshipping family, and she had never been brainwashed or groomed or otherwise pressured into fanatical Slaanesh worship. Maya had waited until adulthood to make the conscious, fully informed decision to worship Slaanesh after years of study and soul searching, and she had never regretted her decision even once so far.
Maya had always been a lesbian with extreme slavery fantasies and an even more extreme tickling fetish. For as long as she could remember she had felt an irresistible draw towards tickle slavery, an unquenchable tickle-masochistic desire that she could not ignore.
Maya had always been an absurdly ticklish woman, just one of those women who are naturally crazily ticklish to the slightest touch. A single slight momentary touch could reduce her to laughter, and sustained touch made her utterly hysterical with laughter. She was extremely easy to tickle on every part of her body, no part of her body was safe from it.
She was an intelligent and well read woman, very well informed, never deceived she had known exactly what she was getting herself into.
Maya's life before slavery had been mostly drab and dull, she had been a successful and comfortably affluent lawyer, she had been very beautiful and had had her pick of lesbian sexual partners, but it had just left her feeling so hollow inside.
The only time she had ever felt even slightly close to being alive was when Dominatrix girlfriends had played slavery fantasy games and tickled her in bondage, like little brief dots of colour in an otherwise drab black and white existence.
Nothing else had been able to fill this gap in her existence, no other pleasures, no fellowship with friends, no learning new things. The only thing that ever gave any colour to her life had been tickling and slavery games with sexual partners. At every other moment in her life she had felt that horrible drab black and white nothingness, not truly alive at all, just boring existence without joy or thrill.
Maya had made certain that she was sure, absolutely sure, and she had then dived gleefully into the fanatical worship of Slaanesh and had sought out a way to attain her deepest calling in life.
Maya had not stopped working as a lawyer when she first converted, merely frequenting the business establishments of professional dominatrices during her free time to satisfy her needs, but always wanting more than just this.
She had prayed ever more desperately to Slaanesh to be granted the boon of slavery she craved so badly, becoming completely fanatical in her growing desperation, worshipping Slaanesh more and more and more excessively in the desperate hope for satisfaction.
The planet of Dark Tropic had then been conquered by the wonderful Sevenson Night Lords, and everything had changed.
Slaanesh had spoken to Maya one day during her frenzied prayers for satisfaction, and had told her that her lifelong destiny as a tickle slave lay with Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson, the future owner Slaanesh had personally chosen for Maya!
Maya had been absolutely jubilant, she had cried with joy that Slaanesh had finally chosen an owner for Maya, she had been too excited to sleep, up the whole night praising Slaanesh with fanatical devotion.
Maya had been absolutely sick with excitement when she had sought her first audience with the Slaanesh Champion, voxing the Sevensons from her work vox the very next day to ask to speak to Wendy Sevenson, lying that it was a business call with the law firm. Maya still remembered the conversation.
"Who the fuck is this?! I don't have any business with this shitty little law firm, what the fuck do you want?!" Wendy had said with delicious arrogance.
Maya had instantly gone weak with desire at this delicious dominant arrogance, and had stammered unable to speak.
"You have exactly two seconds to say something intelligent or I'm hanging up," Wendy had said severely.
"Pro Bono legal services!", Maya had then blurted out, offering her legal services for free.
Wendy had paused at this, and had told Maya to keep talking.
"Blessed Slaanesh came to me during worship and told me to seek you out immediately. How can I be of service Champion?", Maya had admitted humbly.
"Is that so?, You had better not be some crazy stalker!", Wendy had jeered harshly.
"I am a lawyer, how can I help?", Maya had begged.
"Can you do conveyancing and real estate legal stuff?", Wendy had asked seriously.
"I certainly can," Maya had adamantly assured.
"All for free like you said?", Wendy had added dangerously.
"Yes Champion, my duty to Slaanesh," Maya had agreed frantically.
"Very well, I will give you a chance," Wendy had then said at last.
Maya had left her office as soon as the vox call ended, and ran into a toilet cubicle. She had then spent an entire hour masturbating furiously on the toilet in sick excitement, knowing she had just spoken to her future owner!
This had been the start of her relationship with the sadistic Wendy Sevenson. They had met up after that, met up on Wendy's huge dark ship up in orbit. Maya had been led to Wendy by a massive Night Lord, and Maya had been astonished by just how beautiful Wendy had turned out to be, having never seen her before.
Wendy had been wearing a delicious black leather dominatrix outfit, with her vagina completely exposed, with a scandalous black G string simply flossing between the folds of her pussy without covering anything!
Maya had dropped instantly down to her knees in worship, and Maya had timidly offered to do anything Wendy desired.
"Eat me out you submissive dyke," Wendy had snapped in reply, her excellent gaydar identifying Maya's nature and desires and sexually receptive body language instantly.
Maya had scrambled over to obey, and had cried tears of joy to give oral sex to her future owner that Slaanesh had chosen for her, giving Wendy six orgasms in a row with her mouth.
Wendy had then fucked Maya with a massive strap on and Maya had squirted everywhere.
After that Wendy had sat down with Maya and explained her local legal needs. Wendy wanted to buy a building, planning to use it as a Slaaneshi worship monument and fetish choir, but needed help navigating all the local red tape to stay within the Astartes Accords. Maya had carefully explained all of Wendy's options, and had agreed to help with all of it.
Wendy had then dominantly fucked Maya yet again, and sent her home.
Maya had masturbated herself to exhaustion as soon as she got home, feverish with excitement.
This had been the start of well over a year of business between the pair.
Maya's law firm had not been happy about her obsessively spending all her time on a Pro Bono client, and had eventually fired her. Maya had simply lived off her savings, fanatically loyal to this future owner Slaanesh had chosen for her, uncaring of the cost.
With Maya's help Wendy had bought this tower, and had renovated it into the dungeon it now was. The building itself was over a thousand years old, a marvellous rare example of Iron Warrior inspired armoured brutalist architecture, a fashion of architecture long since gone out of style.
The building had been listed as a heritage building by the local municipalities, originally an old office building known as "The Grand Obsidian Plaza". Getting local approval to convert this ancient heritage building into a giant controversial sex dungeon had been an absolute nightmare!
The locals had not been happy about the much beloved Grand Obsidian Plaza building being renovated into a sadistic depraved sex dungeon, even though Wendy had legally bought the property, and had kicked up no end of stink about it. The local press had decried the entire project as obscene, and the local municipalities had even tried taking Wendy to court to stop it!
The desperate and frantic Maya had personally spent much of her dwindling life savings to hire the best defence lawyer she knew off, urgently needing this building so that she herself could be enslaved inside it, and they had won the court case, pointing out that it was all perfectly within the Astartes Accords and local laws so long as they followed all the tedious red tape.
The building renovation project had continued.
Maya had helped Wendy for free at every single stage, for the more than a year it took to completely renovate the building. Maya had been obsessed with this wonderful building, obsessed with getting it's dungeons operational, even more enthusiastic with the project than Wendy was.
Maya had been Wendy's go to in all local legal matters, becoming her personal lawyer, and Wendy had learned to trust and greatly value Maya.
Wendy fucked Maya every time they met, as was typical with Slaanesh worshippers who were particularly close to each other, and Maya had even gotten a delicious taste of tickle bondage with Wendy on several occasions. Maya had only gotten more and more fanatically devoted to Wendy, her eyes completely on the prize of becoming Wendy's slave.
Wendy Sevenson the Slaanesh Champion had seemed to know where Maya's final destiny lay, though Maya had never expressly told her.
One day near the end, Wendy had taken Maya aside.
"You know that there is no turning back if you enter that tower as my tickle slave", Wendy had warned.
"You knew?", Maya had asked in surprise.
"I knew, Slaanesh has told me everything", Wendy had replied.
"You don't desire me as your slave?", Maya had asked.
"I would be lying if I said I didn't desire you for a tickle slave Maya, you are an exquisite submissive woman, absolutely perfect for the role. But I still want you to reconsider all the same," Wendy had admitted.
"I don't want to turn back," Maya had gently replied.
"You have a lot of potential, you are a great lawyer, I could really use your skills. We could keep working together like this, I could even pay you, we could achieve so much together! Please think very carefully, you don't have to do this!", Wendy had told her, pleaded even for Maya to reconsider.
"I am deeply touched Wendy, deeply deeply touched. I do not wish to upset you, I love you with all my heart. But...", Maya had began.
"Why must there always be a "but"," Wendy had sighed.
"I am sorry Wendy, but I must go all the way into my chains if you will have me, it is my deepest desire and my Slaanesh ordained destiny," Maya had replied.
"If that is the will of Blessed Slaanesh then so be it." Wendy had said simply with a deep sigh of regret.
Shortly after this, Maya had been right near the front of the line of kinky girls lining up to apply to become tickle slaves.
The gruelling interviews and selection criteria checks had gone on for weeks, months in fact, so so many girls had been turned away for imperfection, but Maya had passed every single test, just as Slaanesh had promised her she would.
The selection process had been absolutely brutal in weeding out unfit candidates.
This "fetish choir" of tens of thousands of tickle slaves was a sacred worship offering to please Blessed Slaanesh, and only the best of the best candidates were worthy of joining this holy offering to the wonderful Slaanesh.
The tickle slaves that would be chosen had to be perfectly suited, only one in every few thousand candidates were successful.
Millions of kinky Slaanesh worshipping women had applied for the unimaginable honour of joining a sacred fetish choir to their god, desperate for new extremes of sensation, it was frankly astonishing that Wendy's various servants had even been able to process them all and sought through them!
To even pass the first stage of the application process, you had to be absolutely stupidly ticklish, just absurdly ticklish. Luckily for Maya she was abundantly blessed with this quality, and she had easily passed this criteria when the female interviewer got her to undress and physically tested her ticklishness. Maya had in fact peed herself during that test!
This first test weeded out more than half the applicants for not being ticklish enough for the role, and it had then moved on to an evaluation of beauty and sexual attractiveness.
The tickle slaves had to look good to please the gaze of Slaanesh, and could not be ugly.
The applicant women were made to strip naked and remove absolutely all makeup and jewellery and other accessories, with their hair set loose and deliberately disheveled. They had then been humiliatingly scrutinised in extremely close detail, judging if they still looked beautiful and sexy.
The girls didn't have to be complete super models to pass this test, but they still had to be of above average attractiveness, with healthy unblemished skin and had to look good naked. Without their usual heavy Slaaneshi makeup covering their skin and faces, all sorts of skin blemishes showed up on lots of the girls, and more than half the remaining applicants didn't pass this stage of the selection.
Maya and all of the other remaining applicants had then been made to sign consent forms for an endurance test with no safe word. They had then had a feeding tube inserted down their noses, and had been tickled mercilessly in bondage by daemonettes for 66 hours straight without a safe word to make it stop, given neither rest nor sleep for the entire 66 hours!
At the end of the 66 hours, the exhausted applicants were asked if they wanted to sign another consent form and immediately go for another 66 hours without even stopping to rest.
Those girls who did not want to endure another 66 hours failed the selection process. Well well over half of the applicants had quit after the first 66 hours, unable to endure it.
Maya on the other hand had enjoyed every single second of those first 66 hours, and had eagerly signed the consent form, and had immediately received an additional 66 hours without rest or sleep.
At the end of this double round of 66 hours, the remaining applicants had been given an area of softly carpeted floor to sleep on after being awake in tickle bondage for 132 straight hours, and had been generously given 24 entire hours to sleep it off.
After this, quite a lot of the girls who had gone the entire 132 hours simply quit out of exhaustion, deciding that they simply couldn't handle an entire lifetime of this and that this wasn't for them.
Maya had been psychically scrutinised, she had had psychiatric evaluations, psychological profiles. She had been given drugs that made her tell the truth and been asked all sorts of extremely personal questions.
She had had genetic tests, medical tests, every kind of test to examine her flesh, to make sure she was in perfect health and wasn't a genestealer or something. Every single part and aspect of her entire being had been examined, and she had passed every test perfectly, unable to be weeded out, deemed born for this role.
Maya had been forced to cut all ties to her old life. She had said goodbye to her parents and other family, said goodbye to her friends, said goodbye to absolutely everything she knew. She had given all of the little money she had left to her parents, along with all her possessions and even her clothes to her parents, as she would never own anything ever again. Her parents and family and friends had cried and begged her not to go where they could never ever see her again, but Maya had insisted that this was what she was meant and made to do, and she had not wavered.
She had walked completely naked to her final ever interview where she was to legally sign away her freedom and begin her lifelong destiny.
Wendy Sevenson herself had been in the final interview, and had looked at Maya with sad regret.
"This is your last chance to change your mind and stay a free lawyer Maya, after this there is no turning back, you will be my tickle slave forever." Wendy had warned Maya one final time.
Maya had been unwavering, and had joyfully taken that irreversible step into tickle slavery, signing away her freedom and being agonisingly branded with Wendy's symbol of ownership.
She had been given a safe word phrase that she would never say accidentally, specifically, "I love the blood god Khorne and I hate Slaanesh", blasphemous words that any fanatical tickle slave found utterly repellent!
Mistress Wendy had a truly diabolical sense of humour in picking this sadistic safe word phrase for the hapless tickle slaves, just absolutely sadistic!
Maya had been informed that if she was ever in SUCH great distress that she could actually bring herself to say such hideous blasphemous words, then it would be considered a genuine medical or other emergency great enough to stop her torture, with an immediate full investigation of what the great emergency was.
Maya had been warned of dire and agonising consequences, if she ever dared to say these blasphemous words inside this worship monument dungeon tower without extremely good cause, and had been informed that her safe word was a privilege rather than a right, and a privilege that would be quickly removed if she misused it. If any slave *still* dared to continue to say the blasphemous words after losing her safe word privileges and several more warnings, then that girl would simply have her tongue cut out so that she could no longer blaspheme!
Maya had been given a brief orientation talk to explain everything she needed to know, and told to simply ask the titillatrix daemonettes if she ever had any questions.
Brutal Security Guardsmen had then physically grabbed Maya, and roughly manhandled her out of the interview room, force marching her all the way to the dungeon levels.
They had found a humiliating bondage device that had no occupant assigned yet, with a pair of sadistic looking 6 breasted titillatrix daemonettes waiting beside it with chillingly cruel smiles on their faces. The Security Guardsmen had forced her wrists and legs into the chains, binding her completely defenceless with her legs spread in such a way that both her lower holes were completely exposed in an easy position to rape.
The Security Guardsmen had got out their cocks immediately and roughly raped the defenceless Maya in every hole on her body, completely degrading her like an animal. They had then left Maya to the sadistic ministrations of the pair of titillatrix daemonettes.
The titillatrix daemonettes had tickled her all over with terrible skill, their supernaturally fast nimble hands dancing all over her body too quickly to even predict where they would stroke her skin next.
The absurdly ticklish Maya had caterwauled with laughter, unable to move at all, and the titillatrix daemonettes did not stop stroking for 16 merciless hours.
The titillatrix daemonettes worked in pairs whenever possible, so that there was always at least one tickling her at any given moment, giving the second titillatrix the freedom to do other things, the daemons generally taking it in turns to do a given task.
The titillatrix daemonettes had done FAR more than just tickle her those first 16 hours. The dungeons had been extremely well equipped with all manner of bondage and sex paraphernalia, and the daemonettes had had access to all manner of different tools to use on her defenceless body. They had penetrated her endlessly in every hole with all manner of things, making her cum so many times that she lost count. They had used hundreds of different types of feathers and brushes to stroke her skin, and had especially focused these stroking implements on her clitoris and general pussy area.
Maya had been fed and watered periodically, still tickled the entire time, and she had coughed heavily as this food and water inevitably got into her laughing wind pipe when she swallowed. The titillatrix daemonettes had been absolutely merciless in keeping their plaything properly fed and hydrated, and had just kept forcing her to eat and drink no matter how many wretched coughing fits she had!
Her defenceless naked body had been lovingly cleaned and groomed, her hair shampooed and conditioned and brushed and cared for, even as she screamed with laughter the entire time. Her teeth had been brushed and flossed, her breath sweetened, and her fingernails and toenails had been lovingly groomed and cared for.
Maya had wet herself over and over again, tickled to complete incontinence, and she had even humiliatingly soiled herself. The titillatrix daemonettes had simply cleaned it all up without even a pause in her torment.
More Security Guardsmen had come to her during those first 16 hours, over fifty men had come to her, to "try out the fresh meat", gang raping her times beyond counting as the titillatrix daemonettes just kept tickling her. Security Guardsman Potts had been one of these men, and he had fucked her pussy over and over again, going away for a little while to recharge his gross sperm, and then returning to rape her pussy yet again, all throughout the day!
At the end of the 16 hours, the titillatrix daemonettes had called for the Security Guardsmen in sensual voices. Men had come, had roughly unbound Maya, and had dragged her exhausted body to an open floored Slaanesh chapel on her floor of the building.
The men had lowered her to the floor and stopped holding her. They had told her that she got exactly 6 minutes a day out of bondage to use her limbs to help reduce her inevitable muscle atrophy.
Maya had had 6 precious minutes out of her bondage, and had at first frantically stood up and moved her arms and legs all around, scratching long itches and trying to get the most out of her 6 minutes of freedom.
She had then stopped herself from doing this and had instead dropped down to her knees before the altar of Slaanesh in the chapel, and had spent her entire precious free time fanatically worshipping him for this incredible gift of slavery he had given her.
The Security Guardsmen had grabbed her after exactly 6 minutes, and dragged her back to her bondage, locking her back in.
The pair of titillatrix daemonettes had then moved their cruel faces very close to her own excited but terrified face.
"Sleep now mortal plaything, rest your fragile body, you have 8 hours," the pair of titillatrix daemonettes had whispered lovingly, kissing her cheeks adoringly.
Maya had nodded in exhaustion, and fell asleep in her bondage almost instantly.
It had been the most contented and blissful sleep of her entire life up to that point, the sleep of a soul completely and utterly at peace after achieving their goal in life. Her body had been completely left alone and unmolested during her assigned sleeping period, Slaanesh's offerings needed their sleep to keep their bodies in peak suffering condition, and the men were completely forbidden from raping them during this time.
Maya had awoken screaming with laughter the next morning as the titillatrix daemonettes tickled her awake, and she had been hand fed seaweed paste for breakfast by one titillatrix as the other tickled her, making her almost choke on the food. The titillatrix daemonettes had been very patient, and over the course of her long slavery they had slowly trained Maya to eat and drink properly while tickled.
Some time during the second day, Wendy, now Mistress Wendy, had sought out the hysterically laughing Maya in the tickle dungeons, and had spitefully tickled Maya so hard and for so many hours that Maya shitted herself and threw up, to punish Maya for not listening to her warnings.
Mistress Wendy had personally punished Maya very hard a few hours a day for days on end for throwing away her potential as a lawyer, tickling the shrieking Maya personally and even inviting the Slaaneshi sorceress Violet over to use her psychic powers to tickle torture Maya even worse!
Maya had been mercilessly punished by the disappointed Mistress Wendy, and Maya had enjoyed every single second of this punishment, blissfully happy.
Mistress Wendy had eventually decided that punishing Maya was completely pointless as she enjoyed it too much, and had simply left Maya to the sadistic ministrations of the titillatrix daemonettes.
Mistress Wendy had still come to Maya a few times after this in the early days, seeking Maya's advice about legal matters, but Maya had been in no state to answer such questions anymore, too busy laughing for a start, and Mistress Wendy had eventually stopped coming to her for advice, only coming to occasionally fuck and tickle Maya from then on.
Maya had lived a life of wonderful colour ever since, she had luxuriated in deep contentment, feeling complete and in her own personal heavenly paradise that never ever ended.
Every single waking moment of every single day had been pleasure and delights without end, without a hint of mercy or rest.
Maya had no regrets, not even one, she had never changed her mind about wanting this life, and she enthusiastically wanted more.
Maya had been living a life of unending colour for years without even a day of rest, just endless pleasure and torment without break or mercy. She had been in strict bondage unable to move her limbs for so long that her muscles had weakened from lack of use, she had been laughing too hard to speak all day every day, until her mind became dull and her vocabulary deteriorated from lack of speech.
She had felt the gaze of Slaanesh drawn to her, and felt the nerves in her skin mutate, making her skin more and more extremely ticklish with every passing year, until the slightest touch tickled her so hard that a normal person would wet themselves instantly.
Slaanesh had transformed Maya into a sensation engine, that felt ever more extreme sensation to blast her psychic emanations into the warp ever louder to feed Blessed Slaanesh.
For the rest of her very long life, Maya would have been transformed into an ever more ticklish warp feeding engine, until even the slightest movement of air over her skin was too ticklish to endure!
She would have suffered more and more extremes for centuries, until she finally became ticklish enough to be truly tickled to death!
Maya craved this so badly that it hurt her, she craved this colour in her life with her entire soul.
All of the tickle slaves had their own stories and personal journeys that had led them here, just like Maya.
All were people, real people, with real potential in life.
Some had been lawyers, some had been doctors, some had been accountants, some had been architects, some had been tenured professors, some had been successful businesswomen, some had even been law judges. All of them had been something highly successful and dignified.
None, none at all, had been in the sex industry. Reducing a dissolute whore, or a thoroughly defiled porn star to an abused tickle slave just did not carry the same weight, the same kick, as enslaving a highly respectable and successful lawyer with her entire life ahead of her, squandering it all in the name of depraved excess.
None of these women had been poor or working class, none of them had had undignified or dead end jobs. Slaanesh's choir couldn't be sullied with poors, only with upwardly mobile women of highly respected white collar professions.
To draw the especial attention of Slaanesh it required that all of these women had some real dignity to lose in this dungeon, they needed to have had genuine potential for greatness in life, potential that could be completely sacrificed and squandered to feed a kinky obsession.
The women all had to be something great so that coming here was an especially profound and extreme sacrifice, a leap off the deep end that sacrificed not just a ticklish female body, but that also sacrificed an entire career, that robbed the world of some valuable potential, hurling it all on the altar of excess, for no other reason than to please Slaanesh.
These women had all made the most extreme sacrifices to be here. They had given up absolutely everything, careers, friends and relatives, the chance to have a family, worldly wealth, freedom, dignity, sexual consent, everything of value gone. They had then offered their own naked bereft bodies as torture sacrifices to their beloved god Slaanesh, to be tortured and degraded for the rest of their lives until the torture eventually killed them.
They gained nothing, nothing at all, except the wanton satisfaction of a useless kinky obsession, like true devotees to the god of excess.
All of them had left behind absolutely all dignity, all freedom, but in return they had exchanged their dull black and white existence for a life of true colour. And for blissful years ever since all of them had enjoyed the most delicious suffering.
But then the Tyranids had come...
The pleasure and colour they had sacrificed everything for had suddenly stopped!
Maya's entire colour filled world had come to a crashing halt, she had slammed hard into instant pleasure withdrawal so distressing that it was agony to her!
She had screamed herself hoarse with horror when she had been taken out of her chains and told that her torture had to end for the foreseeable near future!
She had wept and pleaded to return to her colour, all of the girls had, it had been the most horrible thing in the entire world!
The first full day out of pleasure had been so traumatic that she had vomited and dry heaved the entire day from withdrawal. She hadn't even been able to sleep that first night, just crying her eyes out in the most terrible distress.
The second day had been even worse than the first, she had sobbed unceasingly every waking moment, and she had cut herself with the bayonet of her carbine just so that she could feel SOMETHING.
On the 3rd day she had just lay on the floor, too depressed to even move, her jaded Slaaneshi brain drowning in horrific numb nothingness, convinced that this lack of sensation would kill her.
She had lost track of the days after that, languishing in a morass of drab nothingness and depression, absolutely all colour and life stolen from her world. She had slept at some point, she had eaten food, drank water, and mindlessly moved around as directed like a zombie, carbine held in her numb fingers as tears silently fell down her cheeks in a constant stream.
But then, sometime after the first hellish week of withdrawal, Maya had somehow emerged from her crushing depression, mind regaining the ability to function, and things had gotten slightly better.
With every passing day she had cried less and felt slightly better than the day before. She had "detoxed" from her addictive excess of sensation, like an addict forced to kick some terrible drug that had destroyed their life, and she had even started to smile again.
She had learned to enjoy simple things, to enjoy the simple fellowship of talking to her fellow tickle slaves, to laugh at a silly joke, to enjoy a song.
She had remembered that she was kind, she had remembered that she was not only a pleasure machine but also a person, she had remembered so many things, all flooding back into her, like the memories of a stranger.
She had gone from being a dehumanised raped and tortured pleasure machine, and had seemed to wake up again as the old Maya Janowska once again.
Maya was now over a month out of tickle bondage, an unimaginable thing for her, and to her astonishment she had somehow survived her terrible pleasure withdrawal and now felt strangely good.
It still wasn't "life", not "colour", not what she considered truly living, just the old drab black and white of her former life without tickle slavery, numb and bland existence without feeling even slightly alive. She would never feel truly complete again until she returned to her eternal bondage, nothing else could satisfy her, but she could at least function now...
***...
Maya Janowska the tickle slave was currently manning a line of sandbags down on the ground floor, sitting with her back to the sandbags with her carbine on the floor next to her.
To either side of her sat other slaves like her, a long line of them along the entire length of sandbags. Interspersed among these girls were Security Guardsmen, who were at least pretending to pay attention to manning the defences, and heavy weapons on firing stands were set at regular intervals along the line.
Maya's line wasn't the only line of slave girls on this side of the building, there were five lines of sandbags manned by slave girls, and another line at the front manned by Inescapable. On the other side of the building were identical lines facing the other way.
Maya was still dealing with deep grief from her fellow slave women dying so horribly in the Nurgle attack, but mostly right now, she just felt numb and bored. People had different responses to grief, and her's right now was to just become numb and feel nothing at all.
Maya would have to deal with her grief in a more healthy way eventually, but at the moment she just had so many other problems that she lacked the energy to feel grief while on duty.
Maya knew she would cry tears tonight at "home" with Potts, she tended to save most of her emotional out-letting for when she was at home.
Being on duty was always draining and exhausting for Maya, for all the girls. They had to do physically exerting stuff like moving, and carrying around those horribly heavy "reduced weight las-carbines".
Reduced weight indeed!, The heavy thing must surely weigh over 500 grams!
Maya could barely lift her own arms, let alone something as stupidly heavy as 500 grams.
If this was someone's idea of reduced weight, then Maya shuddered to think what they considered to be "normal" weight in a las-gun!
If anything like this Tyranid invasion happened ever again, Maya hoped that Mistress Wendy would get some guns that were a much more reasonable weight that normal people like Maya could actually wield. Something like a 50 gram gun would be much more reasonable Maya thought.
Maya sighed, this was so boring.
All the girls manning the line looked equally as bored as Maya felt, they were just sitting here with nothing to do. They couldn't even talk to each other over the noise of the sonic weaponry.
The sonic weapons on the roof were aimed right in front of the ground floor doors.
The doors were armoured, but not designed to be soundproof at all. Just before the sonic weapons had started, some of the Tzeentch worshipping psychic bird mutants from the landfill floor had come down here, and had cast lots of witchcraft on the doors to make them soundproof. The spells had worked wonderfully, especially considering the sonic weapons were aimed literally right in front of the doors, but even the witchcraft could not stop the noise entirely.
A tiny tiny tiny fraction of the noise found its way in past the spells, and even this tiny fraction was enough to render all verbal conversation completely impossible.
The Security Guardsmen all wore ear protection, lacking the raw fanatical faith in Slaanesh to be immune to ear damage like the tickle slaves. Maya on the other hand was immune to ear damage, and got only pleasure from the extreme noise, though still a dull numb pleasure compared to the delights of her tickle bondage.
Maya had enjoyed the sonic weaponry back when it was music being played, but now it was all just dull military orders on a repeating loop, mind numbingly boring to listen to!
Maya sighed silently in the drowning noise, feeling so dull.
Maya looked yet again at the nearest illuminated battery powered wall clock, just wanting her shift to end so she could return to the wonderful tickles of her "torturer" Security Guardsman Potts.
Maya smiled weakly at the thought of her highly forbidden secret relationship with her boyfriend. Maya flinched guiltily at the very thought of the word "boyfriend", and quickly amended it to "torturer" in her mind.
Romantic relationships were forbidden for the tickle slaves and Security Guardsmen, they could have raw sex and lust and debauchery, but love and romance and relationships were utterly forbidden. Maya and Potts had done the absolutely unthinkable and formed a couple!
Maya frowned at this thought, this had never been her plan. She cursed ever being out of bondage.
Maya was an absolute lesbian, with no sexual attraction to Potts or any other man. Under normal circumstances she would have never even been tempted to enter such a relationship, let alone a heterosexual one.
But things had gotten weird...
Maya simply could not endure her black and white drabness, she needed colour, and she was even prepared to fuck a man to get it.
It was currently forbidden for the tickle slaves to be returned to their normal bondage restraints in the dungeons, and these devices were all strictly guarded to stop the girls locking themselves back in. The girls were under orders to remain unbound at all times, so that they could suddenly scramble to engage the enemy without delay. The wonderful titillatrix daemonettes had even been ordered not to tickle any of the tickle slaves for the duration of the conflict, and they ignored all begging for tickles from the desperate slaves.
The slave girls could tickle each other out of bondage when not on duty, and did all the time in a feeble attempt to satisfy each other, but it just wasn't the same without bondage with a tickler equally weak as yourself, both girls could reflexively fight off the other, rather than being pinned down so they couldn't escape and forced to feel extreme sensation. They needed either bondage or a partner strong enough to overpower them and hold them defenceless, the defencelessness was essential to their pleasure.
The Security Guardsmen were the only option left. The men were strong, so incredibly strong compared to the atrophied muscles of the tickle slaves. They could easily overpower the weak girls and pin them down so they couldn't move, and then tickle their defenceless bodies. Even better they carried handcuffs and had private rooms to secretly handcuff the girls in, where they could tickle the girls properly in bondage without fear of getting caught.
Maya had tried her best to resist Security Guardsman Potts, knowing that it was forbidden and trying to be a good girl. But his persistent advances had worn her down, and his handcuffed tickles had been completely intoxicating.
Potts had given colour back to Maya's life, he had let her live again.
Potts had his wonderful private room where none could see them, where he could lock the door and get away with handcuffing her. In Potts' room the pair of them could do whatever they liked, even do what was forbidden!
Maya lived in wonderful handcuffs the entire time she was in Potts' quarters, wether cuffed to the bed or with her wrists behind her back. She pooped in the handcuffs, peed in the handcuffs, ate and drank in the handcuffs, was wiped clean in the handcuffs, and got endlessly fucked in the handcuffs. Potts compassionately tickled her constantly, even when he wasn't fucking her, just because he knew how much she needed it.
It was far worse than mere physical acts. They kissed each other and talked, they shared and connected. They talked about their recent grief and anger, talked about their past lives, about people they had known, about family, about their childhoods. They had emotionally connected in a way that was utterly forbidden.
Maya blushed guiltily, she was such a naughty slave.
Maya should end the forbidden relationship immediately, she knew that she should.
But she also knew that she absolutely needed this relationship right now, just to get her through this horrible difficult time.
Maya wasn't the only tickle slave to find forbidden emotional comfort with a Security Guardsman, not by any stretch of the imagination. Some of these secret couples were far from subtle, some of the more foolish even holding hands and referring to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend in public.
It did not take a genius to figure out that a lot of people in the building had noticed this, and Mistress Wendy herself would soon be aware if she wasn't aware already.
Maya shuddered at the thought of how bad the consequences could potentially be if Mistress Wendy found out.
Maya was a former lawyer, and well aware of the employment contracts of the staff of this building. According to the employment contracts, having a romantic relationship was grounds for immediate termination of employment for the staff of this building.
Maya herself would be fine, her position in this building was safe for life. No tickle slave ever left this building, not for any reason, no matter what they did. Even their dead bodies never left this building when they died. Maya might be punished with a flogging or other torture if she got caught, but she would retain her position in this building regardless.
The one who would not be fine was Potts, or any other free staff member caught in a romantic relationship that broke their contract.
Maya had warned the foolish Potts of the danger he was in, warned him that Mistress Wendy might throw him out of her building if she found out, but he had not listened and had not ended the relationship.
Maya had been too addicted to the pleasures and emotional comforts Potts gave her to leave the relationship either, and had instead tried to hide the relationship.
It was very important to talk in code to avoid breaking Potts contract, to avoid saying specific words that indicated a forbidden relationship.
Instead of saying the forbidden word "boyfriend", a wise tickle slave used the word "torturer", which was technically in the job description of the Security Guardsmen contract. The Security Guardsmen could still freely tickle and rape the tickle slaves even now, they just couldn't restrain them. They could also freely carry an off duty tickle slave to their room to rape.
Men grabbing random off duty tickle slave girls to fuck or hold down and tickle was fine. Men disobeying orders to restrain tickle slaves in handcuffs, or even worse forming committed romantic relationships with them was absolutely not fine. So wise couples needed to try to hide the bondage and disguise their relationships as just meaningless torture and depravity.
Maya sighed again at these thoughts, and tried not to think about her depressing personal problems.
Maya mustered her feeble strength, and moved her extremely heavy body, her tiny atrophied muscles straining to even move her own body.
With a groan of effort Maya turned to look over her line of sandbags, looking at the closed outside doors.
She immediately slumped down against the sandbags, her arms and tits draped over the top as her weak body slumped against the low wall of sandbags. She was exhausted from this tiny movement, and gasped for breath as she slumped against the wall.
Ahead of her she saw only more lines of manned sandbags filling the huge marble plated open lobby space, and beyond these sandbags were distant curtains of razor wire, and finally the doors themselves beyond.
Other naked tickle slaves were sitting with their backs against the line of sandbags ahead, and these women looked in curious boredom at Maya, just for something to look at.
Maya was still catching her breath and didn't want the muscle pain of moving again so soon, so she just stayed slumped as she was. She weakly moved her hand to give an extremely low effort wave to the fellow tickle slaves looking at her.
The girls weakly returned her wave, not even raising their own weak arms, but didn't otherwise move.
The air was too full of noise to say anything, so Maya and the girls just looked at each other for a while in boredom.
Maya calmly looked at the naked bodies of the distant line of tickle slaves, not even slightly embarrassed. Maya herself was naked, and hadn't worn clothing ever since becoming a tickle slave.
Maya was a natural double D cup, generously busty, and in her former free life she had always needed a bra to avoid pain. The most busty tickle slaves like Maya were allowed to wear bras for boob support, even as tickle slaves. They were the only tickle slaves permitted to wear clothing of any kind, and only bras for support, no other clothing.
Maya had been big enough to need a bra, and, after enduring chronic back pain for her first week as a new tickle slave, she had asked the titillatrix daemonettes for a bra.
One of the titillatrix daemonettes had visited a storeroom on their dungeon level, and had found a tower-standard-issue sexy cupless pink lingerie bra in her size, that supported the boobs but left the nipples and most of the breast bare. The titillatrix daemonettes had put this bra on the restrained Maya, and her annoying back pain problems had been solved.
For a few years Maya had worn these bras in her bondage, but the bras had covered up some small part of Maya's skin, preventing this skin from being tickled. Maya hadn't liked that, and she eventually asked the titillatrix daemonettes to remove the bra to increase her sensation.
Maya had been sore at first without the boob support, but she had learned to endure the discomfort. It was worth the pain to have this extra bit of skin bare for the daemonettes to stroke.
Maya was now so completely accustomed to complete and utter nudity that she couldn't stand any type of clothing, not even a bra. Her skin eternally craved sensation, and felt hideously smothered and suffocated by even the skimpiest clothing.
Maya was no longer embarrassed to be seen naked, when you spend years being an utterly defiled fucktoy, you tend to not get embarrassed by nudity and sex anymore. Maya's jaded mind was rarely shocked by any sexual thing she witnessed anymore, she had seen it all and had had all of it done to her, it took a lot to surprise her now.
Maya felt her body starting to move suddenly, what was happening?
*SILENT THUMP*
Maya blinked in confusion, finding herself laying on top of sandbags on the floor.
A small section of the wall of sandbags had toppled over from Maya's body slumping against it...
Extreme ticklish jolts suddenly jolted through her hypersensitive skin as strong male hands gripped her, making her squeal with involuntary laughter, and she was lifted up by strong hands.
The badly tickled Maya was manhandled out of the way, and several irritated looking Security Guardsmen got to work rebuilding the wall of sandbags she had knocked over.
Maya's heavy gun was pressed into her weak arms, forcing her to grip hold of it, and the strong hands let go of her extremely sensitive skin, leaving her standing out of the way struggling to hold her carbine.
The men fixed the wall, and gave Maya a warning look to not do it again. She had escaped a flogging this time, as it had been a complete accident, but if this happened again they would not be so merciful.
Maya was timid of going back to the wall, afraid of knocking it over again, and decided instead that she needed the toilet.
Maya caught the attention of a group of nearby Security Guardsmen, and weakly gestured in the direction of the "slave toilets", nothing but a few hundred buckets out in the open behind all the lines of sandbags. The inhabitants of this tower were not so stupid as to let the slaves simply piss and shit on the floor, especially after the Nurgle attack, and made sure that the girls had buckets to go in.
Maya gripped her heavy carbine in both arms, and walked up to the front of the wall of sandbags behind her own line.
Maya was stopped by the low wall of sandbags. It wasn't at all high, only just high enough to cover you if you crouched down. Maya could see the back of sitting girls heads poking just above the wall along it's entire length.
Security Guardsmen could easily vault over this wall with no problems at all, simply stepping over it with no issues, but the weak tickle slaves had far greater difficulty with these walls.
A Security Guardsmen manning this line noticed Maya trying to get past the wall, and simply stepped over the wall to help her.
He wisely disarmed the highly jumpy tickle slave first, putting her carbine over the wall, and he then physically grabbed Maya, making her jump and squirm from the touch sending jolts through her hypersensitive bare skin.
The man was easily stronger than Maya, and effortlessly hoisted her up in his arms as she tried not to wet herself with laughter.
The man carried her over the wall, and deposited her back on the floor, then handing her her carbine.
Maya mouthed a thank you to the helpful man, and continued on her way towards the toilets.
Security Guardsmen all along every line of sandbags were helping slave girls over the walls like this, as it was the only fast way to get these girls moving, and Maya was helped over more walls by obliging men, who merely occasionally copped the odd feel of Maya's body in payment for their help.
Beyond the last line of sandbags, a vast army of titillatrix daemonettes stood all around the toilet buckets.
Maya felt a delicious thrill of submissive fear as she approached the titillatrix daemonettes, slowing right down without even meaning to, her ticklish body so afraid of them on a deep subconscious level.
Titillatrix daemonettes were similar to ordinary common daemonettes, but were actually a distinct subcategory of the daemonette "species", (for want of a better word). They were specialist daemons, created in the Slaanesh tickling hells specifically for the purpose of tickling damned mortal souls for all eternity, rather than being intended for a combat role in the legions of excess.
Back just before the tower was fully renovated, Mistress Wendy had suffered beyond endurance in rituals to summon vast numbers of titillatrix daemonettes for her upcoming fetish choir.
They were exceptionally difficult daemons to summon from the Slaanesh tickling hells except with the most extreme of mortal suffering, very reluctant to leave behind the cackling damned souls of the tickling hells to visit the mortal realms.
Maya herself didn't know all of the more specific arcane details of the elaborate summoning ritual, to summon the titillatrix daemonettes and bind them to Mistress Wendy's will, but the titillatrix daemonettes themselves had recounted some of the story to Maya as they tortured her.
From the titillatrix daemonettes Maya knew that it had required Mistress Wendy to offer herself as a "sacrifice", to be bound and tickled as supernaturally lethally hard as possible, tortured around the clock inside a vast summoning circle by the brutal torture spells of 6 psykers for 6 days straight, without Mistress Wendy ever once being shown a single moment of relief or mercy.
Many many psykers had been personally hired at Mistress Wendy's expense, and had rotated in shifts to keep exactly 6 psykers torturing Mistress Wendy at all times, keeping the ritual going for the 6 entire days, instructing the psykers to do everything in their power to tickle Mistress Wendy to death!
Mistress Wendy had been bound spread eagle to the floor in the middle of a gigantic summoning circle, bound with daemonic chains she hadn't a hope of breaking. The room had been chilled lethally cold, with freezing refrigerated cooling fluid spraying all over Mistress Wendy at all times to prevent her overheating. Mistress Wendy had also been hooked up to an intravenous drip and feeding tube to keep her alive for 6 days straight.
The summoning circle had a limited capacity, letting only a specific finite number of daemons enter it to attack, and had been carefully arcanely calibrated to be impermeable to every kind of daemon except titillatrix daemonettes, essential to stop other types of daemons simply entering and eating Mistress Wendy's soul inside the circle.
Titillatrix daemonettes desired above all else to tickle mortals to death, they didn't just inelegantly eat a soul like less refined daemons did, they made cruel sport of it, tickling mortals to madness and death before finally taking their souls.
Titillatrix daemonettes had been attracted immediately by the bound Mistress Wendy's desperate screaming laughter and suffering, her soul completely exposed and vulnerable inside the warp saturated summoning circle they alone could reach, and had instantly began helping the psykers in this psychic torture attack on Mistress Wendy, a ticklish perils of the warp attack on her screaming soul.
Invisible disembodied titillatrix daemonettes filled the gigantic summoning circle with their raw sadistic malice, casting unendurable tickle torture spells of their own on the soul of the restrained Mistress Wendy.
Mistress Wendy ought to have died instantly, tickled to death, or at the very least she should have gone completely insane. Almost any other mortal would have been destroyed or driven mad by this peril of the warp attack, but not a Slaanesh Champion.
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson had endured this barrage of psychic torture, her soul tickled to the point of near destruction, yet still surviving. For six entire merciless days, tens of thousands of titillatrix daemonettes had joined with the 6 psykers in attempting to tickle Mistress Wendy to death or madness.
Mistress Wendy's ticklish suffering had been beyond mortal description, suffering no human had any right surviving. She had suffered, truly suffered, but she had endured this impossibly powerful warp attack, mocking the titillatrix daemonettes for being unable to break her.
Even Maya herself couldn't imagine surviving the warp attack of so many tens of thousands of daemons torturing a mortal soul, Maya herself would have been killed within the first hour!
The summoning circle was designed to be a slow acting trap for binding daemons, and the titillatrix daemonettes had known it was a trap, but they had thought they could defeat Mistress Wendy before the trap sprung.
Any neverborn daemon of the warp who projected even the smallest part of themselves into that summoning circle, for exactly six days straight without interruption, would be bound to the will of the "sacrifice" in the middle of the circle, namely Mistress Wendy herself.
The titillatrix daemonettes had known the peril they were in, they had known the time limit, but had foolishly imagined that 6 days was plenty of time to tickle Mistress Wendy to death and then leave with her soul.
The titillatrix daemonettes should have given up at the approach of the sixth day, stopped torturing Mistress Wendy and fled the circle to keep their freedom, but these daemons didn't work like that. Once they got a taste of a mortal's ticklish suffering, they couldn't stop, couldn't flee until they succeeded in torturing that mortal to death.
Their own addictive obsession for Mistress Wendy's suffering had trapped them in that circle for six entire days, as the shrieking Mistress Wendy mocked them for getting themselves trapped like this.
After six days, the psychic trap of the circle had sprung, and those tens of thousands of titillatrix daemonettes had been enslaved to Mistress Wendy's will. The titillatrix daemonettes had all been forced by Mistress Wendy's will to materialise inside the summoning circle, and all had been forced to grovel in submission before the Slaanesh Champion.
Mistress Wendy had been close to death when the circle was finally broken and Mistress Wendy unbound. The titillatrix daemonettes had very nearly succeeded in tickling her to death, and Mistress Wendy had been rushed to immediate medical attention.
Maya shuddered at the thought of what Mistress Wendy had gone through to obtain this vast daemonic army.
About half of this colossal army of titillatrix daemonettes now stood before Maya, and they were intimidating in the absolute extreme.
The titillatrix daemonettes were mostly divided into two massive groups, one for each side of the ground floor defences of the building, with a few others scattered around the building doing other duties.
They looked almost identical to ordinary daemonettes, highly feminine bipeds with pale white skin, six breasts, long flesh dreadlocks for hair, and all the other usual features of daemonettes. They wore not a thing beyond a loincloth and some erotic body jewellery chains, and discovering exactly what organs lay beneath their loincloths was always an anxiety inducing surprise for the tickle slaves.
The main difference from a usual daemonette was their hands. Titillatrix daemonettes never had crab claws on either arm, only ordinary hands with extremely nimble and dexterous highly skilled fingers designed to tickle skin. At the moment these hands held elegant long curved daggers for combat, materialised at will out of the substance of the daemons who held them.
They were highly intelligent daemons, far more intelligent than the semi-intelligent common daemonettes, and were capable of speaking mortal languages in wonderful erotic voices.
In peace time these titillatrix daemonettes were the "shepherds" of the tickle slaves, feeding and caring for their mortal stock, keeping them alive and healthy, and fastidiously milking their human stock for the maximum amount of laughter each day. They seemed to know every girl by name, and fussed over the girls like beloved pets, unhappy if a single hair was out of place on the girls.
The titillatrix daemonettes had originally resented being enslaved to Mistress Wendy's will and forced to leave the tickling hells, but they had been much happier when provided with these mortal women as playthings. They desired above all else to tickle people to death with extreme cruelty, and being given the opportunity to spend hundreds of years very slowly and cruelly tickling a woman to death had been delectable to the sadistic creatures.
They adored their mortal playthings, treasured them above all else. They would tut and fuss over a single pimple or rope burn or pressure sore on the skin of the girls, they would obsessively comb and neaten the girls hair, like a little girl playing with a toy doll. They got unhappy if a plaything was too fat or too thin, fastidiously monitoring their diet and fluids and vitamin levels, getting agitated if a plaything got so much as a cold or the sniffles.
Their obsessive care and attention had been almost suffocating, but at the same time it had had a strange comfort. These daemons wanted the tickle slaves to survive for the maximum number of years of torture, and often got upset when the Security Guardsmen got too rough with the girls, yelling at the men to be careful with their fragile playthings, resenting being ordered by Mistress Wendy to share their prized playthings with the men at all.
The titillatrix daemonettes had been genuinely distressed when the tickle slaves had been pressed into military duty, deeply distressed to see their fragile playthings put into harms way. Only their utter enslavement to Mistress Wendy's will prevented them from corralling all the girls to safety immediately, and they had the painfully agitated look of overly protective mothers noticing their beloved children playing near the edge of a cliff.
Maya always found this concern for her safety extremely touching, it made her feel so loved and special.
The titillatrix daemonettes were numerous enough to always pair up on each tickle slave awake at a given moment during peacetime, but didn't fully outnumber the girls two to one. The girls needed to sleep for 8 hours a day, but the daemons didn't sleep, the girls were divided into three "shifts" of torture, with two thirds of the girls awake when one third of them slept. The titillatrix daemonettes simply left the sleeping girls alone and moved to the awake girls, so that there were always enough daemons for a pair on each awake girl.
The titillatrix daemonettes were not "faithful" to a given tickle slave, and generally moved around the entire tower during peacetime, visiting different levels, sampling the laughter of a different girl every 16 hours if possible. They rarely returned to the same girl twice, having not had enough time yet to cycle right through the entire smorgasbord of tens of thousands of girls.
Every day a different pair of titillatrix daemonettes had tickled Maya awake, yet strangely, none of them felt like "strangers" to Maya. If anything they felt like the most intimate of companions, but companions that still frightened some deep part of her.
Maya's slowing steps eventually brought her close to the mass of daemons, and hundreds of neverborn eyes fixed on Maya, making her tremble.
The neverborn warp creatures looked at Maya with intense desire, hungry desire, but also with a highly sadistic kind of loving affection. She was their plaything, a mortal soul they had been given to very slowly tickle to death over the course of hundreds of long drawn out years, and they adored her in their own cruel way.
Maya walked right up to the daemons, needing to reach the toilet buckets located right in the centre of this frolicking mass of pale daemon flesh.
The nearest titillatrix daemonettes moved their beautiful faces right up to Maya's skin and hair, just short of touching her, and sniffed her in satisfaction, relishing the intense smell of her unwashed odours.
Maya flinched and laughed out of anticipation with these sadistic creatures so close to her jumpy sensitive skin, but they did not touch her, obeying the will of Mistress Wendy not to tickle the slaves in any way until after the conflict ended.
Maya struggled to lift her carbine up above her head, exposing her smelly unwashed armpits, and a great many daemonic nostrils moved in obscenely close to sniff her odours.
Maya lowered her arms again as every part of her was obscenely sniffed, not quite able to feel embarrassed after her years of experience with these debauched daemons.
Maya stepped forward, and her daemonic paramours reluctantly parted out of her way, throngs of them invading her personal space to sniff her without physically touching her.
Daemonic lips were at her ear, and over the sound of the sonic weaponry Maya could just make out words being shouted in her ear, the shout in her ear barely audible over the background noise.
"We miss you Maya," the words were melodic, filled with the most aching longing.
"I miss you too," Maya whispered back honestly. Maya couldn't even hear her own whisper, but the radical hearing of the daemons seemed to hear it.
"Your renewed titillation cannot resume quickly enough Maya, the abstinence from your delicious laughter is crushing us," the neverborn voice replied in her ear.
Maya became instantly and uncontrollably wet and horny from these words, yearning with her entire soul for the daemon's touch.
Maya moved a weak hand to her pussy to masturbate.
"No beloved, not on duty, Mistress Wendy's dull and burdensome orders," the daemon told her regretfully, obvious contempt for this order in its voice.
Maya very sadly stopped masturbating, and continued to walk towards the toilet bucket as daemons eagerly pressed in all around her.
Maya spoke hesitantly, wanting to be polite and considerate, "how, how are you feeling after, after those girls lost their lives?", Maya delicately enquired, ready to give them emotional support and a shoulder to cry on if they needed.
"So touching, for a plaything to feel compassion for OUR feelings, how very unusual."
"Are you ok though, are you grieving?", Maya pressed.
"Grieving... Yes...", the daemon admitted sadly.
Maya reached a weak arm around the pale naked back and dangling dark blue flesh dreadlocks of the titillatrix, giving it a comforting cuddle.
The titillatrix became absolutely still as a statue, aware that even the slightest movement on its part would tickle the hypersensitive Maya. Maya could touch others without problem, unable to tickle herself, but any external source of touch would set Maya off.
"Let go beloved, I cannot move without inadvertently tickling you," the titillatrix said impatiently.
Maya ignored the protests and tried to comfort the titillatrix.
"You are grieving, let me help you," Maya urged the neverborn.
"Yes... I am grieving, I am grieving the loss of centuries of fine sport, robbed of the pleasure of tickling all those playthings to death!, It is horrible!", the titillatrix vented with considerable feeling.
"Um," Maya said, involuntarily slightly repelled by this bizarre expression of grief.
"I wanted to kill those playthings myself! I wanted the pleasure of the kill, to finally tickle them to death after centuries of drawn out sport! I am most upset and offended!" The titillatrix admitted passionately.
Maya felt a chill run through her entire body at these words.
"Please don't die Maya", the titillatrix suddenly urged her almost plaintively, "I want to kill you myself, kill you slowly, I want to tickle you to death! Please don't rob me of my sport, please keep your fragile body safe!"
Maya felt a strange combination of utterly sickened, deeply touched, and utterly utterly horny, these words were so horrible, but also so wonderful, and she desired this fate so badly!
Maya pulled her arm off the amoral sadistic warp entity, feeling a confusing blend of contradictory emotions.
"Thank you for releasing me, and thank you for listening to my hurt feelings Maya, that was a delectable new pleasure to experience your compassion," the titillatrix thanked her in her ear.
Maya weakly nodded, honestly not sure what to even say in her strange swirl of paradoxical emotions, and increased her speed towards the toilet buckets.
Maya was guided to the buckets through the mass of daemons invading her personal space more by smell than any other sense, smelling the stench of toilet buckets with shit in them.
Maya reached the toilet buckets, and found titillatrix daemonettes obscenely licking the contents of said buckets with extremely long tongues, debauched expressions on their faces.
Maya had expected this disgusting behaviour, Slaanesh daemons always liked to lick gross stuff, and simply ignored this completely normal behaviour, simply finding a free bucket to weakly sit on.
Maya pissed softly in the bucket under her, not in any hurry at all, and simply enjoyed the slight vulva stimulation from her urine stream, as titillatrix daemonettes invaded her personal space to sniff her all over.
Maya sighed and reluctantly got up off the bucket, having absolutely no desire to return to the line of sandbags.
A beautiful cloying musk filled the air, and a few moments later an elegant sinuous fiend of Slaanesh trotted gracefully into view through the mass of titillatrix daemonettes.
Maya gasped in delight at the beautiful thing, and immediately walked over to pet the exquisite specimen.
The fiend turned its beautiful black eyes to regard Maya approaching it, silently clacking its huge crab claws and flicking its scorpion tail in warning as it sniffed at her soul to determine if she was a threat or a friend.
Maya paused, allowing the fiend to sniff at her soul, and after a few more moments the fiend identified Maya as one of the sacred offerings in Slaanesh's fetish choir, and became completely friendly towards her, lowering its claws and tail.
Maya joyfully walked up to the lovely horse-sized creature, and ran a weak hand through its fragrant musky mane of luscious hair, loving the wonderful smell of the beautiful creature.
Maya loved fiends of Slaanesh, got so much joy from their mere presence. They were walking perfume factories of delicious musky fragrances, their scent able to elicit a myriad of different wonderful emotions.
The fiend seemed very happy around Maya, thoroughly approving of her, and rolled over on its back to show her a huge penis, inviting her to "hop on" with its body language.
Maya did not wish to "hop on", but did consent to weakly pat the swollen member with a soft weak hand, sliding her palm slowly up and down the length.
The fiend closed its beautiful eyes in blissful ecstasy, and it's fragrant musk became sweeter than ever.
Titillatrix daemonettes all too soon came to interrupt, just as Maya had known they would, bitterly saying in her ear that she needed to return to her assigned place in the line as Mistress Wendy had ordered.
Maya had been sad to leave the poor fiend without satisfaction, and gave its elegant neck a loving kiss goodbye, smelling its wonderful musk before sadly moving back towards her posting.
The fiend looked sad to watch her go, not understanding why she had to leave. The poor thing.
The fiends of Slaanesh in this building were not part of Mistress Wendy's forces at all, but were instead part of the daemonic armies of Slaanesh himself.
This building was a sacred and holy worship monument to Slaanesh, and contained an entire very large sacrosanct fetish choir that fed Slaanesh. As a result, some forces from the legions of excess themselves had been sent to this building by Slaanesh to guard this holy choir of slave girls.
Two cadences from one of the holy legions of excess had been stationed here, part of a Terror Legion that specialised in defending places sacred to Slaanesh.
Each of these cadences was composed of three packs of fiends and three units of seekers, and each was commanded by the strict authority of a daemonic herald of Slaanesh. Each cadence currently defended one of the two sides of the ground floor, held behind the lines to charge forward as needed if there was battle.
These cadences were not bound to the will of Mistress Wendy, answering to Slaanesh and their own daemonic superiors alone, but more often than not the heralds would work with Mistress Wendy without disagreement, generally approving of Mistress Wendy's service to Slaanesh.
The cadence daemons were extremely protective of the tickle slaves, and very friendly towards them. The heralds themselves seemed unhappy about the tickle slaves of the choir being unbound and untortured, interrupting the sacred feeding of Slaanesh, and they seemed even more deeply concerned that the slaves were pressed into dangerous military service.
The heralds seemed to reluctantly accept this state of affairs as necessary in the face of the tyranid threat however, it unfortunately just made perfect sense in this situation.
The girls were rather high maintenance in terms of manpower to keep locked in their usual choirs, they needed to be fed and watered, needed to be toileted or at least cleaned up after soiling themselves, they also each needed at least one titillatrix to milk their laughter every waking moment, this all took up valuable manpower that could be refocused on defence of the building.
Without having bound girls to focus their cruel ministrations on, the vast numbers of titillatrix daemonettes could be redeployed to a combat role. These titillatrix daemons were not created for combat like the more common daemonettes were, but were still deadly foes in close combat, murderously fast and dexterous with their curved daggers, their delicate looking daemonic flesh deceptively difficult to actually damage.
Even the girls themselves were of some value in combat, they each had been given a few hours of training each quarter year during peacetime, trained to operate the functions of their extremely simple carbines, trained to shoot with appalling accuracy in the general direction of targets in the building firing ranges.
The girls could strip and clean a carbine, reassemble a stripped carbine, and reload a carbine. They were too weak to really stab anything with their carbine bayonets, but they could hold the bayonets in the way of charging foes so that they impaled themselves from their momentum. The girls had the bare minimum skills to be slightly useful, and thousands of them firing their carbines together in combat was guaranteed to hit something.
The girls were mostly cannon fodder troops who would die very quickly in combat on their own, but they had support from much more capable warriors who could fight along side them, using the armed tickle slaves to their tactical advantage.
The girls were a massive numerous gun line, and also a distraction. If the lines were overrun, the weak slave girls wouldn't be fast enough to run properly, and would inevitably mill about in confusion and scream very loudly. Any hormagaunts would be drawn to attack the extremely loud and conspicuous mass of panicking girls rather than more valuable military targets, letting the elite troops of the building take advantage of the distraction to pick off the hormagaunts.
Girls would die using this tactic, but they would all die anyway if the building was defeated. It was better to kill a few slave girls to save the rest, than to try to save all of them and lose the entire battle as a result.
If even Maya could understand this cold logic then the highly intelligent heralds of Slaanesh certainly could too, it was better to lose some of the choir than lose all of the choir, and it was better to temporarily pause the laughter of the choir for a time than to have the tyranids silence the choir forever. The heralds simply couldn't find fault in this obvious logic, much as they didn't like it.
Maya sighed, somewhat disconcerted by her own expendable roll in the defences of this building. She didn't want to die yet, she wanted to live for centuries being slowly and cruelly tickled to death. Becoming dinner for a tyranid was not the way she wanted to die.
Maya moved through the frolicking mass of personal-space-invading titillatrix daemonettes, heading back towards her place in the distant line.
The daemons gave her one last invasive sniff as she left their frolicking assembly, and Maya weakly waved goodbye to her neverborn shepherds, weakly blowing them a loving kiss.
The titillatrix daemonettes waved and blew kisses of their own, with body language that told Maya to be very careful not to die or get hurt, and Maya nodded that she would be extremely careful.
Maya sadly returned back to her line.
***...
Maya was caterwauling with hysterical laughter as Potts tickled her armpits on the bed at home, her wrists cuffed to the head of the bed.
Potts was currently laying on top of her, fucking her pussy as he tickled her armpits with his short nailed fingertips, and Maya's weak unbound legs were wrapped around his hips as he fucked her.
Maya hated being fucked by a man, absolutely hated it, just as physically repelled as a heterosexual man would be if fucked by a man. It was yucky and nasty and she just wanted it to stop!
Potts just "raped" her all the harder, and she thrilled with masochistic pleasure from this horrible experience, wrapping her weak legs all the tighter around him.
Maya loved that she hated this, loved that it made her feel dirty and violated, she just got such a paradoxical pleasure from her degrading suffering, loving what she hated.
Maya's armpits were jumpy and electric with the most terrible unendurable sensitivity as the fingertips stroked them, her weak body reflexively desperate to somehow get away, jumping and flinching involuntarily, her mouth screaming with involuntary laughter.
Wonderful pleasure and colour filled her jaded brain from this unendurable armpit stimulation, she hated it so badly but loved it even more, a terrible masochistic pleasure that got better the worse she suffered!
The cock in her pussy was about average size for a man, neither huge nor tiny, just a normal size. But Maya's pussy had been stretched for years by monstrous glass dildoes and countless other things of distressingly large size, so to her long abused loins the penis felt small indeed.
Maya didn't care how small it was, ANY penis inside her still felt yucky and gross!
His male lips kissed her own laughing lips, sexually repelling her extreme lesbianism, but she returned the kiss anyway with her laughing mouth, just for his pleasure not her's.
Maya felt so shockingly violated and sickened as the man kept fucking her, her pussy was dry as a bone if not for the tube of lubricant he had used.
Even when deliciously tickled, (something that usually savagely aroused her), she couldn't get wet for a man, she was just too completely lesbian for that. Nothing in the world could arouse her in this situation.
The six breasted titillatrix daemonettes could arouse her, even the ones with dicks under their loincloths, because they had enough breasts and other feminine features to sexually attract Maya, but a man with no girl bits hadn't a chance of dampening her loins.
Maya still felt intense masochistic pleasure all the same, but it was a nonsexual pleasure, a pleasure that didn't get her vaginal juices flowing.
Maya was so ticklish that it was scary, her armpits were blazing with electrifying suffering, horrible terrible tingling that her body simply must escape! She loved it, loved it so much, loved this horrible appalling feeling, loved being completely unable to escape from this delectable torment!
Maya was tickled most intensely on her armpits, but tickled unbearably in other places too. The man on top of her was tickling her entire front from his body writhing over her hideously sensitive skin. The bedsheets under her tickled the entire back of her body terribly, as the bed rhythmically rocked from Potts strong thrusting hips. Even the penis inside her tickled her inside her vagina!
Blessed Slaanesh had begun Maya's terrible wonderful transformation into an ever more ticklish sensation engine, and her nerves had already mutated to the point that even the inside of her vagina was ticklish now. It was now literally impossible for Maya to have sex without it tickling her intensely, the terrible blessings of Slaanesh had disabled her to the point that she could never again have tickle-free sex.
Potts was naked, his middle aged gross hairy male body sweating on her! His unwashed armpits STANK with a terrible repellent masculine reek far worse than Maya's more feminine body odour! His muscular unfeminine body physically repelled Maya violently like a magnet of the same polarity!
Maya felt so grossed out and dismayed, this was disgusting!
Potts was speeding up, making Maya's chronic lesbianism feel worse and worse, he was getting close.
Potts gave the tiniest little grunt, a pathetic reaction when compared to the orgasmic screaming of a cumming woman, and Maya laughed ticklishly from the horribly tickly squirt of cum she felt inside her.
Maya was astonished as always by how little pleasure men seemed to get from sex, all that huffing and puffing for just a feeble little grunt at the end! Whenever Maya herself climaxed, half the damn tower surely heard her resulting loud screams of pleasure, but men just had a little grunt and that was all!
Maya truly pitied men, they seemed to get so little pleasure from sex. She was sometimes surprised that men even bothered having sex if they enjoyed it so little.
Potts stopped stroking her armpits, and just lay on top of her, panting for breath, sweating all over her.
Maya felt waves of physical revulsion, and merely giggled ticklishly from all the slight movements he made inadvertently tickling her hypersensitive skin.
Maya cackled with laughter as his penis slid out of her extremely ticklish pussy, then returned to light giggling as he lay down on the bed beside her without touching her very much.
Potts lay catching his breath beside her on the bed, looking very content, his eyes half closed in relaxation.
Maya felt disgusted and violated, but she got a shockingly intense sick pleasure from feeling disgusted and violated. She had gotten intense masochistic pleasure from being "raped" like that, she felt strangely good.
Maya weakly turned her head to look at her "torturer" Potts, giving him a soft smile.
Potts, Quinton Potts was his actual name, just lay recovering his breath, gifting her the briefest of smiles in return to her own.
Potts had the hard muscular body of a seasoned war veteran, his bare slightly hairy chest crisscrossed with old battle scars.
Potts was a native of Dark Tropic who had enlisted into the military as a young man, and had been part of the brave armies of chaos who waged war outside the Maelstrom on behalf of the gods.
From what little Potts had told Maya of his past, he had been part of a Slaanesh worshipping battalion in a larger Chaos Undivided army, and had been in a lot of different wars, which he seemed strangely reluctant to talk about. The scars on his chest had been courtesy of a mob of Ork Slugger Boys that had overrun his platoon, but he hadn't said much more about the exact details of this encounter.
Whatever Potts had been doing out beyond the Maelstrom, he had spent so much time fighting out in real space that he had physically aged without the youth protecting effects of the warp, finally retiring from the military when this ageing rendered him middle aged and unable to keep up with the younger soldiers.
Potts now had greying hair, and the first beginnings of wrinkles, he was still muscular and strong, but it took a lot of hours of exercise each week to maintain his strength, and he seemed to suffer many aches and pains that a younger man wouldn't suffer.
Most of the Security Guardsmen tended to be rather seasoned in years, as Mistress Wendy didn't want her tower guarded by hot headed inexperienced youths. What they needed to be above all else was competent and balanced men who could be relied on, men with proven military experience who could do their job well and sustain their competence over long years.
The Security Guardsmen all had to already worship Slaanesh as a job requirement, but could not be sadistic murderers who might be tempted to kill or mutilate the girls, or any other psychological pathology that would be dangerous for the girls. They could not be preening perfectionists that might not cope well in a chaotic emergency, and needed the genuine humility to ask for help when needed and work as part of a team with others among other qualities.
For Slaanesh worshipping military veterans this was actually quite a rare combination of elements!
Potts sighed in contentment on the bed beside Maya, having recovered his breath.
Without warning his hands darted out to playfully tickle her belly!
Maya laughed hysterically in a combination of ticklishness and genuine humour at his playful antics, her weak body squirming in her handcuffs as her belly was squeezed.
Potts had a huge playful grin on his face as he squeezed her belly, genuinely affectionate towards her.
"Tickle tickle," Potts taunted playfully, poking her belly all over as she cackled with laughter.
Potts suddenly stopped...
Maya looked at him curiously, catching her breath...
Potts suddenly started again, just messing with her!
Maya laughed in genuine humour as well as torment, amused by his playful antics.
Potts stopped poking her again suddenly.
"I don't believe you anymore," Maya told him, sticking out her tongue playfully.
The poking began again immediately, making her explode with laughter. Potts was grinning ear to ear at her.
The poking stopped again.
"I'm not falling for it," Maya teased him with a fond smile.
"That's smart," Potts said mischievously as he continued poking and squeezing her hypersensitive abdomen.
Potts stopped again.
"Still not falling for it," Maya said playfully.
"I'm stopping for real this time," Potts promised her.
"No you're not," Maya playfully accused.
"You're right", Potts teased, tickling her again.
Maya felt wonderfully happy as this teasing silly game continued, Potts was being so adorably childish.
"I'm honestly stopping now",
"You can't honestly think I'll believe you",
"Yes I am"
"No you're not",
"You're right, tickle tickle!"
This adorable game continued, Maya laughing as much from humour and joy as from his tickles.
"This is nice," Potts grinned, poking all along the front of her belly with one finger.
Maya was too busy laughing to reply, but jumpily nodded in agreement, this was nice.
Potts sidled up against Maya and put an arm under her neck and raised arms affectionately, his other arm poking her in various places as she laughed and giggled uncontrollably.
He poked her all over the torso for a while, and then suddenly stopped.
"I still am not falling for it," Maya told him playfully.
Potts suddenly started kissing her!
Maya was a bit grossed out, but returned the kissing fondly, genuinely happy right now.
"Ah this is the life", Potts sighed.
"It's ok I guess," Maya replied adorably in a teasing voice.
"I honestly hope this never ends, this right here is just perfect," Potts told her fondly, his face intimately close to her own.
Maya just looked at him, not sure if this was another joke or if he was actually serious.
Potts kissed her curious mouth fondly, his lips tickling hers.
Maya giggled ticklishly from all his slight movements canoodling against her, but he wasn't deliberately tickling her now.
"This really is so nice," Potts said again in contentment.
"Thank Slaanesh that circumstances let you share my bed Maya," Potts added when she said nothing.
"A lot of people have died..."
"I know that Maya, that's not what I meant at all!", Potts protested defensively.
Maya said nothing, just giggled ticklishly, not sure what to say.
"I know that things are really bad, but I am still glad you are my girl Maya," Potts admitted vulnerably.
"Quinton...", Maya said softly, deeply touched by this.
"I, I love you Maya," Potts told her tenderly.
Maya was absolutely stunned by these words!
"Potts you can't! Your contract!"
"I know I know,"
"Potts this is serious, you absolutely cannot be saying these sort of words to me, you KNOW you can't!"
"Yeah I know, you are right and all. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
Maya's heart was pounding in her chest, so afraid.
"I just wanted you to know," Potts told her tenderly.
"By Slaanesh Potts, at least warn me before telling me stuff like that," Maya grumbled, calming very slightly.
"Yeah, maybe I should have warned you first, it just felt like the perfect moment," Potts agreed intimately.
"What are we even doing getting this close Potts, I am a sacrificial tickle slave to Slaanesh and you have an employment contract! This is folly!", Maya exclaimed, getting inexplicably angry now.
Potts looked so terribly sad at these words, having no answer to her ironclad logic.
"I think that it would be best for both of us if you unlock my wrists and I leave now," Maya requested firmly.
"I don't want to..."
"I am trying to protect you! I am trying to protect your job! If you get fired I will never see you again!" Maya admitted angrily.
"So you DO care for me too!", Potts suddenly exclaimed, understanding at last.
"Yes of course I do! I don't want you to go away! I don't want you to leave!", Maya angrily admitted, blushing now.
Potts hugged her in happy relief and kissed her hair, making her ticklish body laugh angrily.
"Thank you Maya, thank you for feeling... What you feel." Potts thanked her tenderly, face pressed close to her own involuntarily laughing face.
"This... Relationship, it's crazy," Maya giggled seriously.
"It is, but it's also good," Potts replied.
Maya laughed out a very ticklish sigh, it was indeed good, foolish insanity but so so good.
"You still want to leave the room," Potts asked her seriously.
Maya simply shook her head with another tickled giggling sigh, she would stay, fool that she was, she would stay in this forbidden relationship...
***...
